The Creed (IC)

[DMBlackhart]

Daniel Hatter- *Beep Beep Beep* went the alarm. At 6 in the morning this was not an unusual sound. But that's just the way life is sometimes. You work a dead-end job to make ends meet for your dead-end life that will inevitably result in a dead-end family with all the disfunctions one could expect.

That was, until that package came.

Only an hour after your alarm wakes you in your small apartment room, you hear the familiar *buzz* of your doorbell. However apon opening the door there isen't a who, but a what. A small brown package, no markings, no return address. It's packaged in a way familiar to how one would receive parcels from the military....

Thomas McQuigley- You walk the city streets, the smell of exhaust and peppermint thick in the air. You pass by one of the cities more famous sweet's shops, the obvious origin of the thick peppermint ahroma.

The day was going well, it was early morning, few people were out and about. You had the sidewalks to yourself, free to relax before your work day began. However you were caught off gaurd by a high-pitched female scream comming from the nearest alleyway. Being so early as to have the sun still be in hiding you cannot see far enough inward of the alley from so far. However you fear someone may be introuble.

Christopher Thompson- The day had been relitivly normal. You went about your normal routine, had a normal day of work, ate normal food, and conversed with all the normal people.

However the night after day turned out far less normal. You remember being chased, by whom you don't recall. Some guys, your partly sure of, they had been shouting things, and chased you along one of he higher leves of a multi-tiered parking complex. However the odditiy only continues. Rather then having been assaulted, or in some other way delt harm by your stalkers, you were simply gifted. If that is even the right word for what occured. You recall being cornered, these burly, dark-skined strangers eyeing you malisciously. And then, after leaving a simple vial at your feet, they had turned to leave.

As mysterious as all these events were, things were only likely to get weirder. The vial, it seems, contains a light-red liquid, filled no fuller then a single dose. The vial is designed much like a syringe, allowing one to inject the contacts into their body, however you are unsure of what intent these men had, delivering a mysterious drug to you. On the side of the glass syringe, letters were engraved in the glass. They read; "A-002"

Alexander Anders-
Another boring day at the office, another boring staff meeting, and another boring drive home. You coulden't help but think to yourself, during the solumn drive along the dark country road. You thought of many things, however one thing kept reering to the fore-front of your psyche. Why could I not be something greater? Is this all there is to life?.
Your mind continues to wander, almost lazily. And that's when it happened, you come barreling down a seldom traveled road when the visage of a rough-looking male materialises into veiw. It isen't difficult to expect the next sounds you heard. A thick, loud *Ker-Thunk* as your vehicle barreled into the man. You pull along the side of the road, freaked out of your mind at the thought of doing something so irresponsible. Hoping out of your car you come to the bleeding body in the middle of the road.

Luckily the man struck you as a vagrant. Tattered clothes, unkempt hair, and a disheartening musk led you to believe he was either a drunk, or a homeless fellow. Regardless of who or what he was, you can't help but be drawn to something admist the pool of blood building on the black pavement. A small glass syring, drugs of the mans perhaps? it only helps to further your beliefs of this man's poor condition. The vial is small, even more so then normal. Inside the vial is a thin red liquid, barely enough for a single injection, it swishes meerily, somehow unharmed in the accident....

On the side of the glass syringe is a label, it reads; A-010
(Happy Assassinating!)

[4is111]

Daniel Hatter
"Ain't that the darnedest thing?"
Daniel looks around for anyone who might have left the package, then presumably seeing no one, takes it inside to open it.
"This is probably a bomb or something. Well, at least my obituary will say something intresting like 'He went out with a bang.'"
Daniel opens the package.

[DMBlackhart]

Daniel Hatter-

After retreating back into your small apartment you place the package on the nearest flat surface. Taking your time, you slowly remove the brown packing tape holding the container closed.

After a moment of stressful momentum you tear the box open, revealing an ocean of styrofoam packing peanuts. Burried beneath the foam however, is the real surprise.

You take out of the box a glass syringe of average size. Inside the syringe however there is only enough liquid for one dose. Inside the syringe is a thin, red liquid, much like Kool-Aid.

The side of the glass of the syringe has a small indention which form letters. It reads, "A-001"

Coupled with the syringe is a loan piece of paper no bigger then the base of your palm. Unravling the tiny note you are greeted with a simple letter that has been computer typed. It reads; To whom it may concern, enjoy....

[4is111]

Daniel Hatter
I'm not actually stupied enough to self administer an undentified liquid, am I? No, ofcourse not.
Daniel slips and falls to the flour. I begins to get up to see the needle lodged in his are.
"Damn"

[Devixer]

Cristopher Thompson

Christopher's breathing had finally begun to slow. He wasn't entirely sure how he had got up here, and he had absolutely no idea who had chased him here. It wasn't for a good few minutes until he finally picks up the syringe at his feet. A-002? What did that mean? Christopher has no desire to inject this vial into his body. It was probably some sort of poison. But what if he didn't use the syringe? Would those men come back to stick the vial in for him? And what did this substance even do?

"Only one way to find out," He mutters as he takes a deep breath and pierces the underside of his elbow with the needle.

[DMBlackhart]

Christopher Thompson- Woah!, That was truely the only word for it. Did your blood just get cold in here? Your feel your head spin, the world was getting fuzzy. You feel almost euphoric, at ease, as if you could just... fall asleep.

After a few moments of stumbling, trying to re-adjust yourself, and finding that injecting random drugs into your body probably WASEN'T a good idea, you fall to the ground. Every muscle in your body is trying to move, and yet you can't help but lay there and smile as the concrete ceiling spins, and the world goes black.....

Early Egypt, somewhere far east of Adak:

Estirin awakens, face down in a pile of camel dung. You watch as the band of 13 armed bandits makes off with your water and food. Being so far out, and unsure of any local oasis's you are in a bad spot. However not all is lost, why your memories came back to this moment your unsure, but you recall that, at this point and time, someone somewhere dies.... by your hands!

Being only miles and miles of dessert, your unsure of your next move, however they may just be decided for you. In the distance you can make out a loan man in thick white robes, riding a glorious pale stallion... A horse, this far in egypt, it's shocking!

The man heads your way, both body and head shrouded in the finely crafted scimitar on his waist, an emblem of a red arrow on his belt....


Daniel Hatter- Your blood turns cold, your skin pale, the room spins, and spins, and spins... And then *clunk*. You don't recall when you hit your head, or if it even hurt. All you remember is slipping into a stupor of grandeur and majesty. Colors swirl around you, images flash in your mind, and then it all comes flooding back....

Early Egypt, God-King Audoranthes' Throne Room....

Your job was always easy, astarit. You came, you swayed, you lured, you played... and then you closed the trap. But this time, the target was so much more. A KING! A pharoah! And a presumed GOD no less! You have gotten this far, the brotherhood, the assassins guild, the creed, it all comes flooding back. You see yourself armed as you usually do, Lord Audoranthes sits lazily on his thrown, playfully stroking a deadly viper.

The man's apperance is extremly charismatic, no wonder he was believed a god. However he had an aura about him, one of vile, ill-repute. No wonder Hastur wished this man dead. No wonder the great scrolls told of this man's demise, he oozed sin, and horror. The man was placent, but no fool, this mark would truely be one for the history books.

[Gunther]

Alexander

The office worker, much to his glory, screamed like a little girl after hitting the man. As if in slow-motion, he saw the carcass roll under his car, and could practically hear the bumper implode as his hands jerked at the wheel. His eyes sprang open in pure, unadulterated terror as he slammed his foot on the accelerator.

His heart was positively thundering in his chest as he jerked at the wheel, the speedometer scaling upwards rather than downwards. Rubber squealing all the while, he nearly capsized his crappy little Volkswagen before his feet managed to slam onto the brakes. As it was, he felt the cheap seatbelt threaten to decapitate him during braking. Kicking up massive plumes of gravel and dirt as he pulled to the off-hand side of the road. An absolute crapstorm had been created in the interior of the car after the high-speed shenanigans, and as the office worker- in his cheesy little suit with the cheesy little red tie- tried to prevent a heart attack the fully imaginable happened.

With barely a second to control himself amidst a panic attack at the prospect of going to State "Drop-The-Soap" Prison for Manslaughter I (He had seen plenty of crime shows- they wouldn't ever cut him a deal, even if he tried to plea guilty!), his arms flailed. His intent was to try and shove the door open and exit his head in time.

Instead, he just managed to spray the remains of a ham sandwich all over the driver-side door. With his heart burning in his chest, and his mouth burning of the foulness now covering the crappy little leather interior of his crappy little car door, he couldn't help but curse at the growing stain along his left leg.

"Son...of..." He heaved once again, his racing heart driving him to reach to the empty passenger seat, where he-

God dammit. His anxiety pills, the prescription bastards that cost him $30 a bottle, had gone sailing into the footrest area of the passenger seat. Attempting to reach with his none-too-particularly-long arms for the little orange plastic tube, the stress threatened to drive him into an anxiety attack that could result in a heart attack or mini-stroke that would leave him a dude with a half-dead body that had to stand trial and oh God dammit he didn't want to go to jail.

With that driving thought, he almost subconsciously hit the release on the seat belt (Which, after being released, the buckle promptly smacked him square in the jaw in an uppercut worthy of the term "Flying Falcon Punch"). His whole body sprawled forward, his questing hands finally snaking back with the anxiety pill bottle in hand. His vision swam as he attempted to control his breathing.

In and out. In and out. In and out, in and freaking out.

The plastic white cap went sailing almost carelessly, a not-precisely-measured dose of anxiety pills slipping into his hand. Tossing them down like a starving man presented with space-age capsule-foodstuffs, or some similarly weak analogy, he laid sprawled out on the passenger seat. Lightly coated in his own vomit, the check engine light now whining at him.

"Ficken me." Alexander groaned in German, kicking the door as the stress attempted to alleviate itself with a few "minor" spasms. He wasn't exactly some sauerkraut-eating son-of-a-Nazi, but it felt good to use a bit of profanity.

Which was rewarded by the door, completely unbidden, swinging open at his kick. Heaving a few times, he rose from his prone position in the car, scooting himself upright over his own slimy ham-fragrance expulsion. He almost added a second coating when he saw the bleeding man on the ground behind him.

"Oh, son of a bitch." He cursed, attempting to support himself against the car as he dry heaved at the sight of so much blood. What kind of man had that much blood in his body?! That wasn't natural! It was like something right out of some anime horror flick!

He tentatively wobbled his way towards the homeless man, praying- in the back of his mind- that he wouldn't have to go Demon on Barber Street and toss hobo-chunks to Yogi Bear in the wild and-

Oh god. One homeless guy, and he was thinking like Charles Manson. Right, happy thoughts, happy thoughts,

"Hey, uhh, you...you alive there?" He inquired, praying that there was still a chance of getting an ambulance out here, but knowing- deep down- that it wasn't likely. Seeing the syringe, he felt it even more unlikely that the guy would survive. Getting hit by a car was bad enough. Getting hit by a car while on some body-rotting drugs? Ugh...Alexander could feel his dry gorge rising again.

[4is111]

Astarit
Astarit looks around, dazed and confused. How many other people are in the throne room?
She carefully approaches the pharaoh. "Have your kingly duties left you weary of the world, my liege? Come and lay by my side, and all of the worlds troubles will fade away."

[DMBlackhart]

Alexander- The man is most certainly dead. Few men bleed so profusley and survive. Your unsure of what kind of narcotic the man was under the influence of during these events, however the fact he was indeed under some sort of influence allows your mind a little ease.


Astarit- The god, no the pharoah, no... the MAN sits idolly on his throne, petting his viper, his eyes growing thin as he looks apon you.
Hmm, no thank you concubine. I must attend to buisness, you best vacate immediately. There are no other figures in the room, aside from the god-king, his pet snake, and the obvious watchmen who no doubts sits on the otherside of the thinnest wooden door.

Audoranthes stands, allowing his snake to coil his neck and spine. The man moves across the room, dagger at his side, viscious intent in his eyes.

[Devixer]

Estirin
Estirin groans as he pushes himself up. Why did bandits have to attack him here? Now he was lost in the desert with no supplies. This was not good in any way.

Wait a minute. Was that a man on a horse? This deep into the desert sands? That was... surprising. Perhaps this man could help Estirin with his distinct lack of supplies. He did his best to walk over to the horseman, already feeling the sun's sting.

[DMBlackhart]

Estirin-

Regaining your composure, you prepare to meet the mysterious, desert horse-man. The figure draws nearer, you can now clearly see the man's outfit. It's an odd, but familiar design. The Red Arrow emblem is familiar to you, the assassin's seal. However the robes are nothing like what you've seen in the desert cities thus far. Thick white robes, uncomfortably padded with leather inside and out. A sizable hood shrouding the mans face from the sun's impossible temperment, and a number of buckles and latches surronding the outfit. The clothes are of another culture entirely, and you are certain there are other sects of the assassin's guild around the known world, your just unsure of where this man may have came from...

The horse comes within licking distance as the man approaches, his scimitar swaying with each unbalanced gallop of the ill-suited animal.

The man reaches out a hand, a waterskin out-reached as a gift, for you.

Fuerte`, Costele.

[4is111]

Astarit
"Alright, my pharaoh, I will not linger if I am not wanted."
Astarit hurries out of the pharaoh's chambers before he angers.
Not a problem. I can wait. He'll come around.

[DMBlackhart]

Astarit- You leave the pharoah's chambers, indeed finding a man crouching behind the door as you leave. The man scurries away before much can be said, but he is obviously one of the many slaves that work the god-king's palace. Now you just have bide your time, until the right moment to strike...

[4is111]

Astarit
Astarit is adapt at blending in. Looking both like she belongs and isn't important enough to note is a fine line, but Astarit has years of practice walking it. While the Pharaoh is out, she lingers in his palace, evesdropping on the guards, servants and royal family for any information about the goings on of the palace.

[DMBlackhart]

Astarit- Your time in the palace proves fruitful. The servents each have a particular story to tell... some more willing then others. A mixture of your... *ahem* skills allows you to learn some particularly choice tidbits of information.

Those who work in te kitchen were overheard talking about his majesty, they speak of "strange rituals" and "terrible odors outside his room".

The slaves amongst the palace grounds each have an interpretations towards the god-king as well. "Pompose", "loathsome", "spiteful". Many words are thrown around, it's agreed, by both gaurd and thrall, that this man is hardly reveered in the slightest.

Finally you learn of the pharoahs precise goings on by a couple of the gaurds. Although it took more to persuade these men, the reward was well worth it. You learn that the pharoah, each evening after he has preformed his rituals, is keen on taking rounds in the palace dungeon, to see to the prisoners. Although the pharoah himself does not get his hands dirty, he still manages to spend nearly a half hour enjoying the tormented howls of prisoners both insane and tortured.

Facts:
- You've learned that many of the pharoah's own disciples hold grudges against him.
- Once a night, for roughly 30 minutes or so, the pharoah is (relitivly) alone in the palace dungeon.
- The slaves have given you a key to the dungeon, thanks to your... persuading ways...
- Some of the gaurds have caught on to your intents, and yet do not seem keen on lifting a finger in offense.

[Devixer]

Estirin
Estirin takes gingerly takes the waterskin, unable to take his eyes of the emblem of the Guild. Was this man one of his brothers? He didn't recognize the strange clothing. He was definitely not from the Egyptian Empire. Where was he from, then? He'd ave to be careful about this, especially since he seemed to speak some foreign tongue. He pointed at the seal on the man's belt and said, "You are one of us, no?"

[DMBlackhart]

Estirin- The man dismounts his horse, simply nodding. His hood shifts just enough that you can see his face. The man is dark skinned, much like yourself, however his features are bolder, more hearty then most. A few scars adorn his face.

Si, I am Feurte`. It is strength, and power. I saw you alone in the sands, and I believe you had just met the raiding company I have been tracking.

The man moves towardss the horse, patting it's dark fur gingerly.

Hop on, we have some blood to let.

Despite the mans curios accent, he spoke your language fluently. A few of his own native words were thrown in there, however you got the jist of what he told you.

[4is111]

Astarit
Alright. I think I've got this figured out. I'll lay in wait in the dungeon, and as the king makes his rounds mocking the prisoners, I'll sneak out to him and assassinate him while he's occupied. Its just a matter of ensuring that he doesn't notice me. If all goes well no one will realize the pharaoh is dead for a good twenty minutes. Assuming the prisoners don't tell no me, but they'll have little reason to, and I'll be wearing a veil.
Is the doorway to the dungeon guarded?

[Devixer]

Estirin
Estirin simply nods and walks toward the horse, mounting it. "I assume you know the direction they went in?"

[DMBlackhart]

Astarit- You have done much investigating, preparing for the moment to come. The only callenge that stands in your way now, is getting past the gaurds into the basement chambers. You heard tell of a secret passage that would lead into the palaces underground rooms, namely the torture chamber the pharoah visits nightly. However the passage, which was shown to you by a gaurd no less, is well out of use, and falling apart every five feet!

You have only another hour before the pharoah makesh is nightly rounds...

Estirin- You mount the blindingly white steed along with your new-found companion. Immediately you both set off into the desert horizon. As the two of you ride, the mysterious "fuerte`" unpacks an outfit and passes it along to you. Unfolding the fabrics you find it is akin to his own, however far lighter. Even with the light weight, and easily breathing clothe, your sure that this outfit could prove hampering in such temperate climates.

The ride is a short one, as you find yourselves stopping off at an oasis. Clothed in your new outfit or not, both you and the mysterious assassin dismount, leaving the horse by the only lake in the area. The oasis has a small trading out-post set up, and you certain that the bandits from before are here.

[4is111]

Astarit
It's too risky trying to get past those guards. I'll have to risk the secret passage. If I don't make it in time, then I'll just strike tommorrow.
Astarit lingers by the entrance to the passage until no one is near, then she braves it.

[DMBlackhart]

Astarit- The entrance is a well, off to the far side of the palace. The well has been dry for months now, and yet the slaves keep this silent. This is because this particularly well has a tunnel, a tunnel which leads under the palace of the great god-king.

The path however, will be a treatreous one. No slave has yet venture into the depths and made it out sound of mind or body. However you, a seasoned assassin, know little fear, and are confident that by tonight, lord Audoranthes will be no more!

You delve towards the bottom of the well, easily some hundread feet downwards. At the bottom you find you small hole, barely possible for a woman of your size to crawl through. The passage is blocked by cobwebs and dust, not an appealing route.

[4is111]

Astarit
I check around for any alternatives before brushing the cobwebs away with a stick and lighting my torch. I stick the torch down the hole to see what lies ahead and carefully crawl through.

[Devixer]

Estirin
Estirin quickly dons this new outfit, surprised at its very light weight. After they dismount, he spies a trading post. This is the only outpost for miles, he thinks. Those bandits have to be here. Estirin begins to wonder if this Fuerte' has new weapons as well, as his own had also been stolen.

[DMBlackhart]

Astarit- The tunnel seems to be your only way in, save the basement door itself. After brushing away cobwebs, and lighting your torch you peer into the depths of this seldom used passage.

The tunnel is very short indeed, you can immediately see the path widen not only five feet inward. However there isen't much you can make out from here. The tunnel continues deeper, darkness waiting to embrace you, brave assassin.

Estirin- Checking over your outfit you find a number of cool features. The first is a hidden blade imbeded in the left-hand glove. The second, a leather pouch, filled with small black beads. Also inside the pouch you find a speckled grey rock, flint if you recall correctly. Lastly you find the set of lock-picking tools that was bundled with the outfit. The entire supply folds and fits nicely on the inside of the robes.

Within this oaisis are a total of three buildings, not alot to choose from, but equally less room for your targets to hide. The assassin's code tells you not to harm the innocent, but these men, having stripped you of not only your weapons, but your honor, are no longer innocent!

[4is111]

Astarit
I proceed quickly but cautiously, careful of my footing.

[DMBlackhart]

Astarit- You come up from a crawl. The tunnel ahead is, dreary, to say the least. Cobwebs are strewn about every couple feet, your torch constantly catching a branch alight. The tunnel continues on further then you can see, however you press on, confident in your ability.

After some time you find the path decaying considerably. Stones have fallen out of place, and below is sheer nothingness. Whoever constructed this well should be torn from limb by warhorses. The occasional beam is corroded as well, forcing bits of dirt and stone to fall on your head and at your feet. The rest of the path requires maneuverability. However you prove yourself agile enough to bypass the simpler challenges.

However, once more your path is impeded. You've escaped the catacombs the well had brought you to, and now you are in an unworked chamber below the palace. This path is far less stable, however there are few pitfalls. Most of the challenges seem to be navigation, and avoiding damaging the supports beyond repair.

The final impediment is more, natural, then man made. Scorpians, the chamber is lousy with them. Most simply pay no mind, continuing their personal skirmishes for food and shelter. However you must still tread lightly, with so many, becomming a threat to the miniscule army would end poorly for you.

[4is111]

Astarit
Curses, why didn't I dress more practically?
How large is the chamber?

[DMBlackhart]

Astarit- The chamber is about ten meters in length. The real challenge is avoiding the pitfalls without applying too much weight to the support beams. At this point there are a number of features that can prove useful. A series of ropes hang from the ceiling, which sits about four meters overhead. You could also take the direct route, but you may risk taking out some supports, or plummeting down a pitfall and injuring yourself.

Finally there are a series of unlit torches running along the wall. This room had a purpose once, but is now in a state of disrepair. There are also the scorpians to contemplate, with so many, taking more then a couple steps anywhere could get you swarmed by the monsters.

[4is111]

Astarit
I take a torch from the wall and light it. Then I lightly toss it towards the scorpians. How do they respond?

[DMBlackhart]

Astarit- The scorpians react poorly to having a stick of fire tossed at them. Scorpians begin to disperse, fleeing the fire and finding cracks and nooks to hide within. The challenge of navigating this disused chamber has just been made slightly simpler.

[4is111]

Astarit
I move along the edge, lighting torches and using them to clear a path for me to safely walk along.

[4is111]

bump- I'd rather this game didn't die.

[DMBlackhart]

4is111- Thanks for the bump, diden't see the thread update. Also I think we are missing some players....

Astarit- You navigate the treacherous planks and stone ledges. At every interval you feel as if you're going to plummet, the ground crumbling away at the ends of your feet from time to time.

It wasen't just luck, rather skill that found the assassin to her target. You survive the challenges of the palace's catacombs. It is clear to you now why no one has used this passage in so long.

After some time, you come to a spiral staircase. Although the stairwell is in poor use, it manages to hold you as you reach the top. Comming up from the deepest parts of the palace's catacombs it is no surprise to you that the hallway you stand in now is finely crafted, an area of the palace that is indeed still in use. From this hallway you can make out a single iron-clad doorway. The portal no doubt leads you to the palace's dungeon, where even now slaves and enemies of the god-king are being tormented.

[4is111]

Astarit
Finally! I hope I'm not too late.
I hurry down the hallway and open the doors carefully.

[DMBlackhart]

Astarit- You rush down the hallway towards the iron door. Your steps are as quick and silent as they can be, as you push open the heavy metal door. You push it open just enough to peer inside, the first sight of wich is a scrawny man, no doubt a former slave, being whipped mercilessly by a burly man wearing heavy straps of leathers on his legs, arms, and Torso.

You heard him! The pharoah! He is in the room, somewhere, admiring the tormented howls of the prisoners and slaves.

Excellent, *hmhmh* quite to my liking.

The room's layout is realitivly small. Along each wall are cell bars, holding men inside their cages. Every couple feet, along the walls, are different racks of torturing devices, each a weapon in its own right. Finally there are rows of racks for torturing, ropes for binding, and chains and spikes for whipping layed out in the main area of the room. Your sure somewhere to the far left side there is a hall that will lead to the stairs out of here.

[4is111]

Astarit
Alright, here's the tricky part.
Astarit creeps through the shadows, careful not to be noticed by the torcherers. Every few seconds she'll active eagle vision briefly to scan for the phaoroh.

[DMBlackhart]

Haha, holy****. I forgot all about eagle vision. I suppose you win a cookie for remaining true to the game, even when your GM diden't! You win one internet... or one cookie... or one internet FLAVORED cookie, your call. :smalltongue:

Astarit-

You stick to the edges, finding only a SINGLE dark spot in the whole dungeon. The torch light so evenly spaced makes it difficult to avoid being seen, thankfuly with the small size of the room there is an equally small staff. Only a single burly torturer inhabits the room, along with the cackles of the god-king. It still amazes you, how could one hide in such a small, nearly featureless room?

And then your eye's begin to adapt to the situation. The god-given gifts that was a major stepping stone in the forming of the assassins guild, Eaglevision.
You peer within the room in a different light. The torturer all but fades from vision as you see a large, luminescent figure near the stair wel to your left, standing, smiling wickedly. The god-king is somehow invisible to natural sight!

But how.....

[4is111]

Astarit
Is he really but a man? Surely no mortal man could achieve such a feat. I hope his flesh can be rended by a mere knife. How can I sneak up on such a man?
I wait for the torturer to pass and sneak quietly behind him so that he is between me and the phaoroh, occationally ducking behind other cover when necessary.

[DMBlackhart]

I have to recruit more players.

Astarit- You get as far as stalking the torturer before your spotted. The hulking beast of a man turns, a heavy heated rod in his hands. His muscles were straining from sheer mass, although the fact the mans flesh on his palms were melting probably diden't help.

"HrrrrAAAA!!!"
And with one mammoth war cry the torturer brings the heated bar of metal towars your face. However, you manage to slip away, by inches. You survive the fatal blow with an impressive burn mark across your cheek, but nothing heavier.

A cursory glance around the chamber, as your body set's itself to combat mode, reveals that the pharoah is nowhere to be seen, in any form of sight.

[4is111]

Astarit
This is not good. I hope he didn't marred me. Not one likes a scarred escort.
I get ready to draw my hidden knife just in time to dodge and counter the torturer's next attack. I'm careful that he doesn't notice it until its too late.

[DMBlackhart]

Astarit- Although the scar is deep, it's nothing compaired to the medicines that the assassin's guild can and will no doubt provide for you.

The monstrous warrior brings his next attack just as sluggishly as the first. An attack you are more then apt and dodging, and returning ten fold. Your blow is struck in a particularly vital spot, giving you the nescessary opening to hit him a couple more times. Within a short moment the once imposing monstrous man is now a dorment mass of bleeding muscle sprawled apon the stone floor.

You glance around the chamber once more, other then the many prisoners, and yourself, no one else is within the chamber. If the god-kind HAD escaped he will no doubt alert the gaurds. Your mission just got ALOT more difficult.

[4is111]

Astarit
I run up to the door the god-king must have fled through. Is it locked?

[DMBlackhart]

Astarit- You run up to the iron door leading out of the dungeon. The door opens easily enough, however when it opens is when things go sour. It seems the palace is in an uproar. You notice some slaves run by, and can hear the stomping of the metal boots of gaurds in the distance.

[4is111]

Astarit
Not good. Not good! I wonder if he got a good look at me.
I feel the burn mark on my cheek.
I've got to hide. Quickly. Upstairs. They won't expect me to run further into the palace.
I run down the corridor and turn towards the nearest starway up. I look for any good hiding places and keep an eye out for guards.

[DMBlackhart]

Astarit- You push through the next wave of rampaging slaves. It seems that, because of your constant questioning around the palace, has led to an open revolt among the slaves. The palace is in chaos, however your still certain that remaining in one place for long will not bode well for you.

You dash through each hallway, trying your best to escape the occasional gaurd who spots you. Finally your mad-dash through the stone walls of the palace leads you to an unmarked chamber somewhere on the third floor.

Pushing open the wooden door you are met with an ill faring surprise. In the center of the room, staring you down, is audoramanthes himself. The god-king, armed with a scimitar in both hands, his eyes a vibrant yellow, as if touched by sorcery!

Daniel Hatter- And then you woke up! Your mind is fuzzy, your hands tingling and your face numb. What the hell just happened? You awake in a sort of underground chamber. Looks almost like a warehouse. Poor lighting, no furnishing, you straped into a chair bound by ropes and leather straps, and some creepy voice echoing from the darkness beyond.

So you've finally come to realise it, eh mister hatter? Or would you prefer daniel.

[4is111]

edit- Duh!
Daniel Hatter
"Huh?"
Suddenly it all comes flooding back.
"I'm alive? How long have I been tripping? Who are you? Where is this?"

[DMBlackhart]

Daniel Hatter- You struggle against your restraints, although to no avail.

Now now, Daniel. Try to refrain from anything rash. You've been through alot, and you deserve your rest.

The man's voice is cool, collected, and deep. His voice is almost soothing as he speaks.

Im going to make you an offer, daniel. An offer that can change the world as you know it. For you see, those memories, the new ones swimming in your head, about that girl. They are quite real. Infact, if you don't believe me, go home, go on google, find out for youself.

However, that's not what I wanted to tell you. That little "trip" you were on, is more real then you can imagine. Now, before I go on, I need your complete cooperation. We are yet unsure of how quickly the bleeding is going, as such we need to make sure you won't come to harm our organizations work.

Do you agree to be completely coopertive, mister hatter?

[4is111]

Daniel Hatter
"You're wacked. If I'm free to go home and check, then why am I strapped down? Who the hell are you people? What do you want with me? What do you want with my blood?"

[DMBlackhart]

Daniel Hatter- Come now daniel. All we need is your cooperation and there will be no more secrets. As for your release, well if your so keen on fighting us we will let you go then. So what will it be, do you wanna know the truth? Or would you like to go back to your dead end job, in your run down apartment, and go back to being a nobody?

The man comes into veiw. Was it morgon freeman? No no, hardly, morgan freeman had been dead for a decade now. Although the man bore a striking resemblance. The dark-skinned man, of about six feet in hieght, wore a clean black dress-suit and a top hat that would make abe-lincoln jealous!

[4is111]

Daniel Hatter
"Fine I'll cooperate, just stop dodging and answer my questions if there are no more secrets."

[DMBlackhart]

Daniel Hatter- Very good mister hatter. And with a simple snap of the man's fingers, the ropes fall of your wrists. Now if you'll accompany me, daniel, I like to walk as I talk.

The man leads you off along the warehouse, if you indeed follow him. He doesen't seem dangerous out right, but you never really know, he did take you from your home while you were unconscious. The walk leads you along a series of catwalks, and through some hallways. Finally, you come to a large, crowded storeroom filled with large metal crates. From the right angle, it looks as if the store room was set up to be more of a training course.

[4is111]

Daniel Hatter
I follow.
"Look man, I don't want to sound like a jerk here. In hindsight I guess given I injected an unknown substnace into my body I'm luck to be alive, but I'd really like some answers."

[DMBlackhart]

Daniel Hatter- The man gives a soft chuckle, turning sharply along a corner, leading you down a new set of hallways.

Well then, ask away.

[4is111]

Daniel Hatter
"How long have I been tripping? Who are you? Where is this? What do you want with me? What do you want with my blood?"

[DMBlackhart]

Daniel Hatter- Oh only a couple hours. And you can call me Felix. As for where we are, if it wasen't clear, this is a warehouse. And we don't really NEED you, or want you. But the revelations I have for you might change your mind about leaving. And, you must have misinterpretted me. We don't want your blood. The "bleeding effect" is what occurs when someone has been in a past-lived life for an extensive time. In the past, this was accomplish through a device known as the animus. Now, however, we use a much cleaner method. That liquid you took.

So, if there's nothing else, shall we continue the tour?

[4is111]

Daniel Hatter
"Alright, lets go."

[DMBlackhart]

Daniel Hatter- "Felix" leads you through a few more hallways, confusing you thuroughly before you come to the stop.

You see daniel. We, are assassins. I know you will probably be surprised by that, but the fact is, you're an assassin as well. Or, your ancestors were. That's the hallucinations you wer having. Now, without going into too many details now, we are fighting an age old war. You know the templars? Well they never entirely disbanded. Ever since the holy crusades started, which evidently was just a fight for pseudo-magical power against the assassins and templar, we have been combating them. As for why, well that's a question I can't well answer yet. You see, both sides have their secrets. And these secrets can and will alter the course of history as we know it. It's imperitive we end this drawn out war as soon as possible. The problem is finding able bodied men. You don't just slap on some armor and call yourself an assassin.

Felix pushes the door open, showing what looks like a chemical processing lab.

This is where we manufacture that chemical you intook. It's called the "animus gene". Or a spliced viral infection infused with pieces of the human genome. This allows us to chemically mimic the effects of the old animus's, in that you are able to mentally traverse time and relive your ancestor's lives.

You see, an assassin normally under went years of ardous training, however that method has become increasingly inefficiant. So now we work in secret, abducting innocent men and women like yourself, telling them the same tell, and hope they will come to their senses, and help fight the good fight.

Felix turns on you, his hands behind his back.

So daniel, should I call you a cab?

[4is111]

Daniel Hatter
"Lets say I believe you. You said the Templars originated during the crusades? What were the Assassins doing before then?"

[DMBlackhart]

Daniel Hatter- Originally? They went by the arabic name, hashasheens, and in that same age they were tools to stem corruption in the governing body. This however diden't last, as many assassin, then and today, have become mercenaries. Hired "guns" working for scraps. We still fight the good fight however. Some of our assassin's still work to stem corruption that threatens the people, however our biggest concern are the templars, and whatever they are striving towards.

[4is111]

Daniel Hatter
"One more question, you couldn't see what I went through when I was expirancing that past life, could you?"

[DMBlackhart]

Daniel Hatter- Well no, not that first time. But if your to stay here, and get the proper training you need, then we will take some liberties, and monitor your every action while in your state of hallucination.

The man says this matter-of-factly, as if he KNOWS that you won't deny the request, despite the many intrusions he, or his lessers, have made apon you thus far.

[4is111]

Daniel Hatter
"You're full of crap. My hallucination took place in anchient Egypt, before your order was supposedly founded, yet I was a member. I'm getting out of here."
I leave if able.

[DMBlackhart]

Daniel Hatter- Without another word you leave the complex. Nothing is said, and no one tries to stop you.

Quickly you find yourself lost. Your not sure what city your in, or where in thta city your at. It's dark, as to be expected at midnight, and there are few if any streetlamps.

Your walk is tension filled as you navigate the dark city streets. Voices in the dark give you pause. If your being followed, you can't seem to find your stalkers, if it's simply just a trick of the mind, which is most likely, then this will be a hell of a walk.

[4is111]

OOC:They let me just walk out!? I figured you'd have some explation for the first ansestor being in anchient Eygpt. Oh well, I can work with this.
Daniel Hatter
"Blazes, where am I?" I try to find a convenient mart or something.
I wonder if I'm still in the machine. I don't really have any way of knowing, do I?

[DMBlackhart]

Yeah, they let you walk out. The guy felix was pretty straight forward in his offer. But hay, roll with the punches right man? And there will be LOADS of punches.

Daniel Hatter- Daniel walks the dark city streets, searching in vein for some shop or store that is still open that you can use for a reprieve. However no such place is found, not within the few moments before the attack that is.

Two men, obviously muggers, rush at you from a dark alley not too far away. You'd almost not heard them comming, however and then men were apon you all too instantly.

One man had a serrated knife, and was using it with an insane level of expertise, and yet you found yourself weaving and dodging unlike you have before.

The other was less prepared, and simply tried to flank you, throwing wild punches and trying to hold you down.

The assailants were skilled compaired to your average bum or vagrant, however you found their abilities, compaired to your own latent skills, lacking.

[4is111]

Daniel Hatter
I catch the knifewielder's hand and bend it backwards until it breaks. Then I grab the knife from his hand and plunge it between his ribs through his back. I drop the knife and step back in shock.
How did I just do that?