Shadir-47 years old- Masyaf: his home

The man stopped for a moment before looking down at the child a kind and fatherly smile playing on his lips. "She is a fighter, there is no way she would give up when she has all of you to raise." He said confidently. Shadir himself knew that the human body was able to overcome the most unruly of odds, yet all the same a simple scrape on the knee could be fatal. "If she has the will to push on then nothing will stop her, nothing you hear? And dont you go doubting her, she will need all the encouragement she can get right now. Come now let us be going, I would rather not get trapped in this storm if i can help it." But in all reality he wished to do just the opposite, he wanted to get lost in the storm, to let it blow away what was worrying him though he knew well that he had work to do before he could just disappear like that. With that said he resumed his walking, with long heavy strides he walked about the streets that were all to familiar to him.

Darim~

Twice he knocked upon the wood before retreating a step away. This was a home of homes if one would call it a home. Each room was a home, and each room made up the large building. How could anyone stand to live in a place like this where you can here the next door neighbors going at it? Darim shuttered at the thought though he said nothing about it. Was this even the door to Atara's room? What if it wasn't? They would be sure to get attention to them then, word would spread and they would get in trouble. Right now though with the storm coming it was doubtful that anyone that wasn't expecting them would open the door for them. There was always that hope.

Mot Hajjar - 12(m) - the village
When the man talked he couldnt help but smile a bit. Shadir may have been a bit odd today but he is as kind as always. "Sure, and thanks Shadir" he said with a wide smile as he hurried after the man. The long steps that Shadir took however forced him to jog a bit to keep up. however despite the rather wuick pace they had keept the storm was quickly over them. On instinct his hand reached out, grabbing shadirs cape so he wouldnt get lost in the sandstorm that seemed to come out of nowhere. Adults die easly in the sandstorms, so children are rarly surviving them, atleast if they get lost. At the last storm they had found a kid about 5km away, halfeaten by aurleons as the child had gotten lost in the storm. Sure he is already 12 but he is still exausted from the race with Shadir so if he got lost, he knew that he wouldnt have a single chanse to survive it. So while the act was childish even in his own mind he knew it was the safest thing he could do. The only thing he could do to guaranteed survive the storm.



Atara - 22(f) - The village
She opend the door and looked at the two men before just nodding in silence. Well, no words were needed to be honest. Right now in these shallow walls words would only betray them. With a pat on her leg the massive blue ligrah got out to her. But as the door was closed the storm hit them out of nowhere. The force was enough to make her lower her head, pulling down her hood to help keep the sand out of her eyes. Well atleast people wont be able to tell who the hell they are. Thats something, right?


Dagon Hajjar - 35(m) - Home

He nodded back at her before lowering his head as the storm hit them. As he glanced at the others he begun walking towards Shadirs place and couldnt help but worry about Mot, he was still out training, his teacher is a bit extreme at times as well. Its all he knows thought. His son never tells him much about the trainings.

Shadir-47 years old- Masyaf: his home

The storm seemingly came from nowhere as they walked along thus the man had to use his gifted sight to see which direction his home lay. It was better to go there first then to try and risk going to Dagon's home. The wind battered him and the boy as he trudged along, the sand stung his eyes. The hood quickly become a sort of scarf against the sand and wind to prevent him from breathing the stuff in. That's all he needed was to get sick from the sand. Visablity was dwindling by the second, making it harder to walk against the wind and oncoming sand. His home wasn't all that far now meaning his they were to run they could be there in a minute or so. Shadir grunted some at this and turned to the boy. There was no use trying to shout over the wind to explain direction and the boy didn't look as if he was in the mood to hear instructions. Doing what only he thought right Shadir picked Mot up before making a dash towards the home. The scar on his leg protested against this, so much so that the man even missed a few steps in trying to save himself from some of the pain. The door slammed behind him as they entered the home. Alhena was eating there with a cross look on her face, though she said nothing. Shadir put the boy aside before removing the hood from his mouth. He was panting, something he normally didn't do. "You alright?" He asked the child.

Darim~

With a nod he started back towards the home of Shadir. When one said a storm, they ment a storm. Sand was flying about at such a rate that they would be lucky if they could find their homes come morning. It was the perfect cover though, with this there would only be guards on the inside of the prison. With the help of the poison that Sef had given him they could get past the guard. The bottle contained enough of the liquid to put to sleep a herd of elephants, so a drop or to on an arrow or a knife should do nicely. They wouldn't be shooting to kill of course, again he had been given the proper tools in which to deliver the concoction. Like arrows he had a sort of dart that was thrown much like a knife though it was thin enough not to harm the victims that revived the sedation poison. Easy enough right? He couldn't help though as he reached out into the storm to take holed of Atara's hand. Didn't want her to get lost did they?

Mot Hajjar - 12(m) - the village
Despite beeing 12years old, and having the apearance of someone older than that the wind of the storm managed to grab the boy enough to make him feel the ground leave him for a few moments. His face went pale and instinctivly he grabbed the cloak even harder with his hand. As Shadir stoped walking, turning to him he just barley managed to not walk into him, just barley. Heck if the man just leaned the slightest towards him they would most likely bump into one a other. He tried to see or hear what the man wanted but the storm made it impossible. As a sudden burst in the storm hit them he had to look down, closing his eyes while stumbling backwards. Right now, he feelt really embarassed, as if he truley was useless and for one short moment that flickerd in his mind he genuinly considerd letting go and just be swept away by the wind. But just as swiftly as it had apeared the thought was gone, nowhere to be found again, not even a trace was left. but the moment he was picked up as if he was a small child he got flusterd and desperatly wished noone saw him. However something didnt seem right, it was as if Shadir was limping while carrying him.Once inside he took a deep breath from the sandfree air, caughing a bit as he was put down. "Im fine, and you?" he asked while shaking his head a bit so sand went flying from his hair into his shoulders. Great, he is gonna have sand all over the place! As he looked into the familiar house and saw Alhena he smiled. "Hello" he said politely with a smile. With that he stepped to the side, sitting down next to the door. Once on the floor he started clearing his hair from sand by having his hands go trhough it quiet a few time. Well if he removed most of the sand near the door its easier to clean up, his mom have told him to always do this when entering a house.

As his hair got free from sand after about 50sec of messing with his hair he started patting of the sand from his clothes, really not wanting to take in more sand than needed into the house. Over all it took him nearly 3 min to get most of the sand of him. But if he had gone in at home without doing so mom would have killed him.



Atara - 22(f) - The village
She held her face down towards the ground, her hood down to help keep the sand away and with a swift movement she pushed some of the fabric to her outfit up her face as if it was a scarf, keep her lungs saffe from the raging wind that pushed sand over them to the point of looking like moving sandpiles. After some time she glanced up to make sure she wasnt walking away on her own, only find nothing but sand before her. DAMIT! She had lost them already?! As she was about to ask where they were she feelt a hand fall into place in hers. With a relived sigh she got a grip of the hand and trugging along in the sandstorm. A strong wind got a grip of the cloak and she could literly feel how she stoped from the pure strength of the wind. Well this will be fun! Sure the storm will help conseal them as they do their work but it will also hinder them massivly. However the momemnt she had come to a halt due to the wind she felt Algon push her on from behind as suport and extra strength and she got going again after only a short moment, less than the blink of an eye, she got moving once more. For once in her life, well not really once in her life but for the first time in a long time, she wished she was a guy. She would have more weight to put against the storm, more muscles to use to get forward on her own. And that godforsaken vision they have? She would love to have it, see what they see and experience what they experience. She have heard people talk about it ever since she came to this place and there is just no way for her to truley understand. Its simply out of her grasp, just like the moon and stars at night. No matter how high she climb they will always be outside her grasp.


Dagon Hajjar - 35(m) - Home

He simply followed the small group in silence, naturaly taking the endposition. The few times he have been working in groups on missions he have always had that spot since he is strong enough to deal with most enemies that would follow them in one hit. So it was a natural place for him to hold really. And in this weather he could simply help those that fell behind by either pushing them on or in worst case scenario siply carry them. So this little gang ... well it is a fitting word ... is who he will be working with?

Shadir-47 years old- Masyaf: his home

Through the panting and coughing he managed to give the boy the thumbs up before he took a seat himself. "I'm fine, just breathed some of the sand in is all." Why lie? He was getting older and his body was telling him to slow down. If he kept running at full speed then his body was going to give out on him. That could wait though now was not a time to think about it. The fate of the brotherhood rest on their shoulders rest could come after.
"Dear you don't have to dust off, there's going to be sand in the house anyways. I'll sweep after the storm." Alhena chuckled moving from her spot at the door. "There's some cookies if you want them, I just got them out of the oven so they should still be warm." The woman offered with a wide smile.

Darim~

The grip on her wrist tighten was she nearly stopped walking. With a bit of force Darim pulled her closer to him wrapping an arm about her waist as to brace her against the wind. They had to have everyone to help, no one could be out of working order until their mission was done. Shadir's home illuminated in the distance, not that far away yet not that close either. They had to keep pushing on, this was a matter of life and death. Gritting his teeth Darim pushed forward dragging Atara along with him. The door handle turned in his hand and they literally fell into to house. Sand blew in yet settled as the door closed. "Storm's here." Was all the man managed to say.

Mot Hajjar - 12(m) - the village
He looked up at Shadir as he spoke. Breathed in some sand? Isnt that dangerous? A while he looked at the man in silence before his wife lured his attention away from the man that was still breathing somewhat heavy. The promiss of cookies made the de-dusted boy smile from ear to ear. He may be in training to be an assain, but he is still only 12 and yet a child. So he quickly nodded and jus as he had stepped a meter or two inside towards the kitchen the door flung open, the wind that pushed into the house almost throwing him into a wall on the other side of the room. He had easly coverd almost the entire room and the next one as the wind simply threw him before it. Honestly a bit scared it would be his mentor, there to pick him up he looked back before laughing a bit at the scene. His father panting as he leaned on the closed door and Atara pinched between Lelas mentor and the floor. It was quiet a amuzing scene to see to say the least.



Atara - 22(f) - The village
She feelt the grip of her wrist tighten and as she walked on she could feel him pull her closer, as if she would blow away. Sure she is neat and more elegantly buildt than them, specially Dagon, but she isnt that neat. She may not be able to move as quickly against the raging wall of sand as the men can but she will if given the time get to where she needs to be. But in the roaring voice of the storm there was no reason to yell even if you had the strongest of voices, there is no way anyone will hear her even if she screamed untill her loungs collapsed. So she simply let him pull her close, holding a arm around her waist, preventing the harsh weather from determin her speed. As they stumbled into a house, wich one she couldnt tell, she fell to the ground, getting the man over her as well as a lot of sand. Despite the door closing she still feelt as if she was being coverd by sand each moment. "Would you mind getting of me? You are pushing on my back" she said as she had gotten something hard in her back, be it a arm, leg, weapon or something else she had no idea but it was kinda anoying to be honest.


Dagon Hajjar - 35(m) - Home
He trugged after the others in silence, keeping himself close but not to close incase one would slip. That way he wouldnt step on the person. But once at Shadirs home he threw himself at the door, closing it with a bang, the next thing that caught his attention was Mot, laughing at the scene. (sorry for short on Dagon)

Shadir-47 years old- Masyaf: his home

He managed to just get out of the way before the door opened. Lela's mentor, a woman and Dagon were all in his home before he knew what was going on, though with a quick scan with eagle vision he confirmed they were allies. Good. "Glade to see you all made it alright." Alhena glared at them a bit shocked but quickly swallowed that fected and went back to her work in the kitchen. "Get dusted off and catch your breath we have a lot to talk about." Shadir said taking a moment to dust himself off before walking to the table that sat in the kitchen. Everything on the table went in his hand as he cleared it. From the cabinet he produced a detailed map of the area and the surrounding areas, then he went to studying them.

Darim~

Cheeks flush he stood dusting himself off. "Sorry about that, i-I just lost my footing is all." How embarrassing! God she was a young, rather beautiful woman and he had fallen on her, literally. And to make matters worse he could t hide the fact that he was embarrassing! Lord he looked like an idiot standing there flush cheeks starting down at her. Snapping from the trance he managed to offer her a hand to help her up, if she would take it of course. What a good first impression!

Mot Hajjar - 12(m) - the village
When his father glared at him he quickly followed Shadir into the kitchen, taking a cookie or two before sitting down, dingling his legs back and forward while slowly eating the cookie he was working on. After some time he looked at Alhena as she keept doing her work. "Do you want any help Alhena?" he asked poliely before looking at Shadir that easly cleared the table before putting what looked like maps on it. His eyes wanderd towards the maps, studying them in a manner he thought was discrete and unnoticable. But he was about as obvious with it as a small child staring at someone with wideopen eyes becuse they are holding its favourit food. What were they doing? A group mission? its possible but unlikely. Mostly they work alone unless its with their mentor, but here is four assasins, all masters in their own rights planning something togeather. So in other words, it is something beyond the normal jobs? In all honesty it worried him a bit. Was something so wrong and urgent that they needed 4 assains for it? Dad ... he would be okej right?Yes, yes he will! Dad WILL be okey, more than so!



Atara - 22(f) - The village
She flinched a bit as the weight ontop of her was focused into one spot of her back as he got up. "no problem, Everyone slips at times" she commented before sitting up and brushing of some of the sand. "Sure I always wanted someone to fall, granted for me rather than on me." she commented in a joking manner as she saw a hand beeing reached out to her as help up. With a smile she took the help up and and nodded a thank you to the man. After hitting her clothes a couple of times she was mostly dust and sand free so she walked after Shadir to the kitchen.

Shadir-47 years old- Masyaf: his home

"Numair said he would meet us at the bureau in Acer as soon as he got word of our arrival. His wife Julia said that she would watch the place as we search." He started pointing on the map of Acer as he spoke of it. "He will enlighten us more when we arrive, but at the moment we have more pressing matters. The man presented to us this morning, he is one of the only people who knows where Altair is. If he spills information to the guards then all hope is lost. We have to get him back. Now if my thinkings are correct they will be holding him in one of the lower cells meaning we have a few guards to work through before we get to him. The only way I can think of getting past them is going to be to kill them." He stopped then as if the words hurt to say before looking to the others in turn. "Anyone else have any idea? We could very well sneak but I'll be the first to admit I'm a bit stiff when it comes to going unseen."

The woman smiled to the child before the others started talking. "I could use your help up stairs with some of the laundry if you really want to help that badly." She smiled taking his hand all the same before he could answer she was dragging him up the stairs. The less he heard the safer he would be just like her.

Darim~

The color on his cheeks seemed to glow brighter as she said this. What great first impressions! He would never be able to live it down at this rate! But as she followed Shadir so did he allowing the color to slow fade from his face. When they were adressed on their thoughts as a group he kept his mouth shut about the drugs for the time being until the others had voiced their own opinions. Numair? He had met the man only once before on a mission. He seemed kind enough, though he had a silver tongue about him. One had to be careful about him or they would spill their guts before they knew what had happened. Maybe he would change now that they were on this mission.

Mot Hajjar - 12(m) - Shadirs home
"w...wait ... what?!" he asked a bit shoicked as he found himself halfway up the stairs. How the hell did he end up here? A bit surpriced he looked down at the stairs before looking up at the woman again. "H... how did this happen?" he asked a bit surpriced with a cookie still in his hand. After shaking his head he put the cookie in his mouth and shewd it down before grabbing the sheets and starting to fold them. He had often helped mom with the shores at home before she had gotten sick, as she had gotten sick, he had picked up what she didnt have the energy for. The young boy looked up at the woman and smiled a bit. "Why dont you just sit down and tell me about your day while i do the laundry?" he asked. It would give her some time to rest, wich with such a stomach is apreciated and he would still be busy doing the laundry. When mom had been expecting his sisters he had often done this, doing the laundry while she just sat there, talking to him. He honestly missed those times, it gave him some time with his mom without interuption from the others. But since she was probably sleeping back home right now he simply offerd the same treatment to Alhena.



Atara - 22(f) - Shadirs home

Ad she glanced back at him to see his sheeks shining as clear as ember she shuckled a bit before looking at Shadir. And once the meeting started without any formalities whatso ever she put her arms across her chest while listening carefully. Acer, huh? She had never been there so it would be a new enviourment for her to be honest. "if I had a some type of poison to knock them out Id hit them before they knew it. But I dont have anything of that sort, Althought I do have the needles for it." she said patting a pocket that was invisible for all to see. When it comes to long distance combat she dont know many who can compete with her skills, even less who outmatch her. However that specialisation have its flaws, once closer than 5meters she is pretty much done for. So she have trained up her speed to be able to maintain a distance to her enemy to give her a advantage. "When I was younger my mentor had me help patrol the castle every now and then, there is a smaller passageway here" she pointed at the map of the castle. "It will be incredilby hard for you three to move in it as its rather small but its a good way to skip four corridors" she added whil pointing out the four corridors they would be able to skip. She herself despite her small stature would have it hard to move in the corridor but if they didnt make any sounds they could more or less go unnoticed in it. After this she went silent, waiting for pointers on the plan as she is the youngest. Probably. She is far younger than Dagon and Shadir but the mentor to Lela was unsertain, they seems to be close in age so maby she isnt the youngest but she is in the top 2 youngest atleast thats for sure.



Dagon Hajjar - 35(m) - shadirs Home

He puit down the bag with Lelas gifts to the right of the door before following the small gathering to the kitchen there he simply took a place to the right of Shadir. There is few he trust as much as this man, if he trusts them to look after his kids there is little he wouldnt do for them. He knew Shadir was stronger in his abilities than him, sure he himself may be a bit younger and therefor have a bit of an advantage but over all Shadir trumps him in most things. So he autmotacily stood a step or so back from the table compared to the man. It almost looked like a master and his accomplish if anyone was to make a comparison. When asked about ideas he just shrugged his shoulders. He is as strong as an ox, however he also lack the finer details in mind so he listend carefully to Atara before rubbing his chin as he thought a bit. "Im not a man of details, however if a arm needs ripping of or a stone cracked, Il get it done." was all he said. With those few words he had made it clear he wouldnt but in the planning to much unless he really saw a need for it. While at the same time simply pointing out his specialty, brute strength.The unnaturly clumpsy looking blade that was hidden away could be glimpsed from the side of him. Its unusually thick and heavy, making few able to handle it properly but in his hands, its like vielding a sledghammer with the deadly cutting capacity of a sword. Not something one would like to face at any time.