Assassin's Creed Fanfiction

Assassin's Creed: The Marshal of Templars

Prologue

It was the year of our Lord 1191 and the Third Crusade was in full swing. Richard the Lionhearted had defeated the Egyptian Sultan Saladin at the siege of Acre and the battle of Arsuf. With the Sultan defeated he now threatened to march on Jerusalem, the Holy City of the three faiths of the Holy Land.

Deep beneath the holy city and the once wondrous Temple of Solomon a contingent of knights and sergeants belonging to the order of the Poor Fellow-Soldiers of Christ and of the Temple of Solomon, better known as the Knights Templar or simply the Templars, moved through secret passages beneath the temple.

Originally founded to escort Christian pilgrims through hostile lands to Jerusalem the Templars however found themselves in a more military role serving the Holy Roman Catholic Church and the Latin Kingdom of Jerusalem. They had performed their duties honorably and joyfully in the name of their Lord Christ Jesus and Almighty God. That was until a discovery destroyed all they believed. With the discovery of what they would come to call Pieces of Eden they came to realize that their God and all gods were false delusions of man.

With that realization they privately renounced religion and devoted themselves to a new goal: collecting the Pieces of Eden and using their power to create a new perfect world.

"I cannot believe it's been here all this time," the French Grand Master of the Knights Templar Robert de Sable said with a shake of his head , "right beneath our very arses."

De Sable was a tall powerfully built man in his mid-thirties. He was bald with only a small tuff of brown hair on his chin. Women considered him to have attractive features. Despite what he looked like he was a man feared by all who knew him.

"We never had much time to waste digging," William de Beaumont a Norman Knight and the Marshal of the Templars said bluntly. William like de Sable was a tall man though unlike de Sable he had a black goatee and short close cropped black hair. He had his resting on his sword as he nearly always did.

Behind the two noblemen a group of four sergeants traveled acting as a guard. They all wore the standard accruements of their order, a white surcoat emblazoned with a red cross over chainmail. They were armed with steel long swords.

Coming to a large chamber Robert de Sable called out, "I want to escape before sunrise. The sooner we get out of here the sooner we can turn our attentions to those jackals at Masyaf."

William had to agree. The Assassin at been a pain in his and the Templar's side for far too long. He had had enough of this accursed land and longed to leave the desert and return to the green fields of Normandy, "And the sooner we can get back to France."

"Aye ," de Sable said with a savage smile, "to France and all the wine and wenches we can handle."

The sergeants let out a hearty laugh and William was about to join them when he noticed movement in the shadows. Frowning he squinted his eyes as he unsheathed about a quarter of his sword cautiously, unsure what he saw.

"William," de Sable called out.

William opened his mouth was about to call the men to arms when a male voice laced with arrogance called from the shadows, "Hold Templars you are not the only one with business here."

Drawing his sword William pointed it at one of the three assassins who materialize from the shadows.

"Hold my friend," Robert de Sable said with a placating hand gesture before turning to the assassins, "Well this explains my missing man… and what is it you want," he snarled.

"Blood," the assassin snarled back and lunged extending the hidden blade from a devise on his left arm. De Sable however avoided the blade and caught the assassin's wrists hoisting them up and away from himself.

"You know not in the affairs you meddle… assassin," William heard de Sable growl, "I spare you only that you may take this message to you master. The Holy Land is lost to him and his. He should flee if he values your live or you will all die!"

And with that de Sable in an impressive display of strength hurled the assassin through the archway through which they had just come. The assassin hit a wooden beam which caused the archway to collapse.

Turning back to face the other two de Sable ordered, "To arms kill the assassins!"

The sergeants drew their blades as the two remain assassins did the same and the fight was joined. Isolating one of the assassins William struck fast and hard driving the smaller man back. The sound of steel rang out as the blades clashed against one another.

Striking low William caught the assassin with the point of his sword on the inside of his right thigh sending the man sprawling to the ground with a shout of pain. William stood over the man and drew his sword back intending on skewering the assassin. However the man wouldn't die easily, striking out with his left leg he caught William squaring in the chest with the flat of his boot.

Gasping as the air was forced from his lungs he staggered back. The assassin leapt to his feet and slashed down on William's sword sending it clattering to the ground. Undeterred William lashed out with his left gauntleted hand catching his opponent across his face with the back of his hand sending the assassin sprawling once more to the ground.

The Norman knight lifted his armored boot and brought it down on the assassin's sword arm. William grinned savagely as he felt the assassin's bones in his arm shatter under the pressure. The man screamed in pain and William kneeled pressing his left knee into the small of the assassins left arm.

"You should not have come here assassin," growled in heavily accented Arabic. Spending twenty years in this damned land had taught him the language. Plus he always found it more intimidating when you spoke in someone's native tongue. Drawing his long dagger from his belt he held the point to the assassin's throat, "You dumb Merde," he said cursing in French and thrust his dagger into the man's throat.

Withdrawing the dagger he wiped it on his surcoat before slipping it back on his belt. He heard a shout of pain and a string of curses in German as one of the templars fell and the assassin fled back into the shadows.

"Crisse," William heard Robert de Sable vehemently curse in French, "The Piece of Eden!"

William felt his heart jump up in his throat as he realized that the fallen sergeant had been the one carrying the Piece of Eden in his purse. The assassin must have grabbed it during the fight.

The German sergeant moaned in plain from a wound in his stomach, "Désespéré," de Sable swore and smashed the German's face in with his armored boot.

"We've to go after the little Merde," William snarled picking up his sword and replacing in its scabbard.

De Sable shook his head and slammed his armored fist into the stone wall, "The assassins are agile enculé they scurry like rats in the sewers. The little Merde is gone by now."

"Then we ride hard for Jaffa and gather our brothers stationed there," William offered determinedly. He would not let the assassins embarrass him or his master. If need be he'd slaughter the whole of the Holy Land if it helped him get the Piece of Eden back. After all what were lives compared to the power to rule the world.

A thoughtful look crossed de Sable's face as he began to pace and he said, "Lay siege to Masyaf? Yes," he decided, "we'll burn the rats from their hovel."

"Though what of the lion heart," William said rubbing his goatee thinking of Richard. Now that he thought of it he doubted the English King would appreciated if the Grand Master took the Templars from the crusader army.

"We'll think of something to tell Richard," de Sable said clapping William on the shoulder.

Translation

Merde: Shit

Crisse: Christ

Désespéré: Hopless/Useless

Enculé: one who takes it in the ass