GUYS
SHIT IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN
Anyway, I love the Creed multiplayer. ADORE IT. I'm getting used to the Revelations gang but the Brotherhood one will always remain my favorite.
Ubisoft, please bring back my Hellequin. Bring back my Caha.
PLZ.
D:
March 22nd, 1500. Rome. Past midnight.
The man's cloak streamed out behind the man as he rode his horse to the Vaticano. The black stallion huffed under the whip, and foam gathered at the corners of its mouth, but still it ran on. Its hooves hit the cobbles, creating a noise like thunder.
Under the hood of the cloak, only a mouth that was not meant for smiling could be seen.
Soon, the bridge that ran across the river to the Vaticano came into view. The horse neighed as the man yanked the reins to halt the beast in its tracks, and jumped smartly of its back. He tugged the reins and led it forward, and went forth unmolested for a while until a voice from the darkness called to him.
'Friend or foe?' it asked in a voice like silk and wolf's teeth. The head under the hood twitched the direction the voice had come from, and the thin lips moved.
'I am whatever you make of me,' they said. The owner of the first voice seemed to be satisfied with the answer, and stepped out of the darkness. He wore a hood like the other man, and all that could be seen of his face was a sharp nose and a neat little beard circling his mouth. His clothes were red and black, and his cloak swept around his back, parting in two at the ends. The Templar cross was stitched into the green material.
The first man smiled.
'Il Lupo,' he named him. Il Lupo smiled.
'It has been too long, fratello.' The first man said, reaching out to grasp Il Lupo on the arm. Il Lupo returned the gesture, smiling again. It was a truly wicked thing to behold.
'It must be important, for you to risk coming here.'
'Believe me, it is. This changes everything.'
'It sounds it.'
The two men walked in companionable silence for a while, the horse clopping along beside them. 'Surely you can tell me now, before we get there.' Il Lupo said. His friend shook his head.
'No. No, this is a thing that must wait. The Maestro should hear of it first, although if I tell you all at the same moment, it cannot be helped.'
'I look forward to it.'
The men reached the bridge. A scared looking servant came out from the shadows there and took the black stallion, leading him away over the bridge and to the Vatican's stables. Freed of the horse, the two men strode over the bridge together, passing into Vatican property. They soon came to the doors, and Il Lupo opened one for his friend. He closed it behind them after they had stepped through, and led the man to a wall made of wood. He brushed his fingers over the cool surface, and pressed. There was a click, and a secret door swung inwards.
'After you.'
'Grazie,' the stranger said, and stepped through, descending down the stairs behind the door. Il Lupo walked in after him, closing the door behind them.
The rest of the Vaticano was left undisturbed.
Il Lupo and the stranger descended the stairs together until they came into a small, poorly lit room that was occupied by an army. It was impossibly small, but as equally as dangerous as ten thousand men. A motley crew of murderers, each with their own reasons for what they did. From under his hood, the stranger eyed each of them in turn.
Lia de Russo was first, the most ruthless smuggler Roma had ever seen. With a dispassionate expression, she rolled dice with Teodor Viscardi, an army officer with quite the ruthless streak. His infamous sword was propped against the brick wall behind him, unaware that the portly Auguste Oberlin, an excellent blacksmith, was eying it appreciatively across the room, probably considering how the sword had to be the finest weapon he'd ever made. Beside him sat Silvestro Sabbantini, Roma's most desperate nobleman. He muttered darkly over the claw that served as his arm. The stranger could not make out his murmurs. Beside him sat Faustina Collari and Lanz, thieves of Roma, comparing weapons and stories of theft. Behind them, in the darkness, the dim figure of the woman known only as the Dama Rossa stood, her red hair like a flame even in the gloom. Her close companion, or rather, the only person she allowed into her presence without a sniff of disdain was Verulo Gallo, the armour clad knight who said not a word. His presence was overwhelming. The stranger knew of more members of the army, but a few were away, perhaps on missions. Fiora Cavazza was the one he missed the most. He grinned, almost a leer at the thought of her, even though he knew she would have his throat if he had ever dared thought as such in her presence.
Il Lupo cleared his throat, and the noise demanded the attention of every single person in the room. All members of Cesare Borgia's army turned to him, and the stranger felt important.
Cesare Borgia's army.
L'ombra dell'esercito.
'Our friend has arrived. Make room for him.'
Teodor shifted so that the stranger could share his bench. He gripped his shoulder as he sat down.
'It is good to see you, friend.' He murmured. The stranger nodded in response, and accepted a tankard of beer Il Lupo passed to him. Lia nodded to him – she was not a woman of many words, he knew. The stranger slowly sipped his beer as the room slipped into quiet murmurs for a while.
And then: the door opened. A blood red cape swished around expensive boots as they walked inside. The most beautiful chest armour glittered, as did dark, beetle like eyes in a handsome face. Everyone stood at once, saluting and nodding.
Cesare Borgia seemed pleased.
He strode into the middle of room, commanding respect with every step. He stopped in the middle, hands clasped behind his back, and turned his head to gaze directly to the stranger in the corner.
'Well? What news do you bring?'
The stranger stood. 'The Assassins have something of great power – perhaps even stregoneria. It changes everything we have ever thought possible. We must take it from them by force before it is too late.'
Cesare's eyebrow lifted. 'Another Piece of Eden?' He asked.
The stranger let his hood drop. A traitor was revealed to them all.
'No,' Valentino Virga said. 'Something so much more.'
And then he smiled.
OH NO HE DIDN'T
OH
NO
HE
DIDN'T
Throwing the odd traitor in there livens things up a bit, don't you think? :D Review! ^^