Assassin's creed shorts

Hey guys; as you can tell these are Assassin's creed shorts of various Assassin's and templars alike. Please enjoy each and everyone as I introduce new characters and review older ones.

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Damacus-age 27/Roman empire-centurian/236 Anno Domini

"Damacus! BROTHER! Aha! Long time, no see!" Damacus, the young Roman centurion was clapped on his back, being pulled into a very tough hug from none other than his older brother.

"Asther!" Damacus bellowed, clapping his brother's back in return, giving a hearty laugh.

"How I have missed you!"

"And you Damacus! Come on, there's some people i'd like you to meet." Asther lead his brother on wards into the thick of the party. Tonight, Centurions and friends gathered at Asther's villa, to celebrate the defeat of the barbarians. It was a brutal battle. something Damacus was part of. His first ever battle; It was as brutal and violent as he anticipated. And he loved it.

"My wife, Aurella." Asther grinned, pulling a rather attractive girl in her early 20's it seemed towards him.

"I see." Damacus took Aurella's hand and kissed it, bowing slightly. "I don't know what you see in him Aurella, but whatever it, praise the gods that it lasts 'till death."

"You cheeky bastard!" Asther laughed merrily, taking a swig from his chalice. "The banquet begins soon brother. Aurella's a mute, so don't mind her if she does not speak." Aurella seemed a little embarrassed rather then upset. Damacus could understand that. So he simply nodded.

Asther kissed his wife on her cheek and murmured "I'll see you at the feast.." Then in a louder voice. "Brother! Come, I wish for you to meet the Centurion that saved my life."

"A pleasure meeting you Aurella." He bowed slightly with a smile and took off.

Romans everywhere, were getting drunk in full, bloody Armour, feasting on men and women alike, along with food and drink; a typical Centurion party. Asther led Damacus through the drunk people, towards his house.

Once inside, Asther led Damacus away from the hall where plates of food were being prepared, down a hallway and through two doors.

"No one saved your life tonight Asther. What's this about?" Damacus asked, trailing behind all curious.

"I needed to show you something. It was the first excuse I could think of." Asther was serious, and whenever he was serious something was up.

"So? What brings this curious behaviour?" Damacus asked, folding his arms while his brother unlocked a rather impressive looking door, splattered with beautiful patterns of gold.

"Come on, and i'll show you." They went inside to reveal the master bedroom where a bed lay on the other side of the room, a balcony to it's left, the ground made of marble and to the right; Another door. Asther went to the door, unlocked it and told Damacus to stay put.

He closed the door behind him and all went quiet. Damacus walked to the balcony that over looked the city of Brazia. It was a small city, that not many people knew about. It was east of Londinium, a major city in Rome. Far below, the party continued. Damacus could make out a few familiar faces. He grunted in amusement, remembering the battle that took place almost a day ago. The Centurion jumped in alarm as the door to his right opened.

"Brother, come here." Asther grunted, holding a big chest, twice his width, which was saying something. With a heavier grunt, he dropped the chest at his feet.

"It's unlocked Damacus, take a look." As he came over and opened to observe the contents, his brother spoke.

"You asked why I dissapear in the thick of battles brother? This chest will tug at your interest. Ask when ready, we've got all night."

Damacus pulled out a weird looking instrument indeed. It looked like an arm guard, but with a curious contraption. On it's side was a little lever. Curiously, Damacus twisted it and it immediately flew from his grasp, hitting the and of the armlet, while in one fluid moment, a blade previously concealed, revealed itself rather violently.

"What godly contraption is this?" Damacus muttered.

"We call it the ghost blade. It's a tool I use to strike enemies before anybody realizes. Useful as a final attempt to slay before dying." Asther's arms were folded, watching with amusement.

"A dirty tool? I thought you had honour Asther. This tool gives you an unfair advantage." Damacus put it aside, delving deeper into the chest.

"Think what you like brother, but it's saved many lives. That in itself I think shows much honour. Don't you agree?"

"The chest is awfully empty." Damacus pulled out a black cowl, attached to a right shoulder pauldron. "I recognize this. You wear this in battle." He fiddled with the hood at the back of the cowl then placed it next to the Ghost blade.

"Yes. It doesn't hurt to have a bit of extra shade against the sun, nor to have more armour." Asther smiled, picking up the Ghost blade, pulling the lever back then twisting it with a click. It seemed to lock the blade, safely from sight.

The last thing within the Chest was an odd insignia. It seemed to be some deformed "A."

"What's this?" Damacus held it up in interest.

"The Assassin's insignia." Damacus looked confused as Asther took the symbol from him. "I wear this to battle on the cowl, but it's not too easily noticeable I guess.

"Why do you show me these things?" Damacus asked with curiosity, while his brother put everything back neatly.

"You've been to your first battle now Damacus. It's about time I show you to the brotherhood. Within months, all will become clear. Come, we have a celebration to attend."

3 years later

"CRUUUSSSIIIFFIIIX!" Damacus yelled out, sprinting in full armour, his short brown hair spiking up in the wind as he rushed through soldiers, battling the remnants of the Centurions under his command.

Crusifix; A power hungry Templar and Senate with dark skin, over looked the battle on the other side of the courtyard, on top of the stairs. Damacus had to get to him.. Make him pay for what he did.

"Arrghh!" Damacus' cowl billowed as a flurry of twists and turns, transformed him into a tornado of fiery hell blades. He impaled a roman traitor through the neck with his left blade, right the way through, blood spraying everywhere. With a clockwise, he threw his right handed blade to the left, parrying a vertical shot from yet another traitor whilst grabbing his other blade, stuck in the traitor's throat and ripping it out, continuing to spin, slashing open the neck of the Roman just parried.

In that one 360 degree spin, Damacus was on track again, sprinting down, dodging and weaving between fights, slashing where he could to help his brothers.

Just ten meters from his target now, two heavily armoured traitors advanced him with poisoned tipped spears. One thrusts which was parried, but the other lunged as well. Damacus just barely parried that attack too, forcing to back up a few paces.

"You're dead Damacus." The man to his left growled in a deep voice.

"Not before you feel the wrath of the gods, traitors!" He roared, advancing upon them once more, ready to kill all who stood in his way.

Another roman Assassin? Awesome! Throughout Damacus' story there'll be flashbacks to fill in gaps and explain more back-story. Once this project is done, it'll be a lot of stories, each one with a beginning middle and end.

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