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Hawke
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Posted: 1/26/2017 at 12:54 PM Post #1
Shadir-47 years old- Masyaf: his own home

Dawn was not far off, the heat the night was letting seep into the home told him that much. He had long since slept, his nerves too shot to do that. Alhena was worried about him. 'Please come to bed darling.' her words said trying to cox him from his perch near the window though he merely turned his head to look at her, a look in his eyes of haste or was it worry? She couldn't tell, though the way he had looked at her made her blood run cold. Lela had tried to speak with him as well but his words were short with her and his tone told his mind was in other places. Shadir normally came home with a tired smile on his face and greeted them with a loving arms, but today he came with no words and simply sat in front of the window. The food she had prepared sat beside him untouched, his cloak still clinging tightly to his body. She couldn't fathom what had gotten into him, her only hope was that she didn't lose him like she had lost her family. For the sake of Lela she hoped it was not like that. Ever since he had met with Numair he had been so distant. But she could only assume he was upset about that. With that she had left him alone heading off to their room, sleeping alone in a two person bed. Lela had been asleep since sundown, her mother having insisted that she get her rest for the next day. Once they were asleep he left quietly through the window in the roof. Shadir couldn't help but marvel at its glory, he having though to it himself. No one else had one that he knew of giving him a slight advantage over them. Though none of that mattered tonight. The small smile it usually gave him was not present on his lips as he slid the item back in place. This was too important a night for that.

How long had he been planing this? Years it seemed though he had no idea the real amount of time. Planning, waiting for the word of Numair, watching to find the perfect candidates to help him. Numair had came to him with word three days ago when he was in Damascus. Now was the only time he could do this. The night was bright and rather clear thought he heat of the day still seemed to linger in the dry desert air. For once the village was completely silent, the people that lived there having turned in for the night. Tomorrow was going to be busy though with the ceremonies. It was hard to believe that it had already been long enough to train more recruits. The shadowy figure stood on top of one of the houses looking rather bored as they did. Not even the moon seemed to find them as they watched over the land. Suddenly with a flash of the white cloth they wore they descended and darted into a home before leaving as quickly as they had come. A single note was left in the home. When the owner was to return most likely they would read the letter. When they did this is what they would read.

Nothing is true....Everything is Permitted

We work in the dark, to serve the light...

We are assassins....

This is the creed you are to live by, this is how you were raised. So why does it feel as though everyone around you is no longer on your side? Ever since Altair returned from his mission with the piece and killed the master assassin nothing has been the same. Everyone seems so different...in a strange way. Could it be that the piece has them, or are they just afraid of what will happen if they don't do as they are told. Altair has been banished for years now, so long that many do even know his name. How can someone that great be forgotten so easily? It makes no sense. It could only be the work of a Templar, one that was among them hiding just like the assassins hide from them. No one else seemed to notice, but I did. Maybe it has to do with faith, perhaps it's that I knew Altair before this. I need help though, thus is why I called upon you. Rank has no matter in this affair, I simply need a second set of eyes along with me and a additional pair of hands will prove useful if there is a fight. Hopefully it wont come to that. Have to make this quick, so please heed this warning. We are all in danger. I if no one else have to find Altair, he is the only one that can stop this. If you wish to help, friend (Know this is not a title that I use lightly) then please meet me in my home the evening after this one. Safety and peace friend.
~Shadir


It was done...the messages set in place. Now all he could do was wait. With a rustle of fabric he descended back into his home, closing the hatch behind him as he did. No one seemed to have moved, Alhena was still nestled in the bed that he should be in. She had asked him the other day why he had seen so destracted, but he answered simply that he had a bit on his mind, that he had over heard something a passerby had said and it had made him think. He must be careful and not let her know. The fate of everyone relied on him. The man bent down next to her and laid a kiss upon her cheek before heading back down the stairs to the living space below. The lightly lit room held many secrets yet the man knew half of them already. He was not alone, the lamp at his desk had been out when he left though now it flickered with a gush of air that the drafty window failed to keep out. Shadir made his way forward, his footsteps silent against the dusty wood floor. Alhena had been in her bed, though he hadn't though to check on Lela.
"What are you doing out of bed?" He asked looking over her shoulder as she sat in the chair he had left vacant. The little girl shook her head as she concentrated on her work.
"There done!" She smiled looking up at her father. "Do you like it?" She held the picture she had drawn. The small family seemed to collide with the paper, most of their limbs not be in the best of proportions. Tomorrow this little girl would no longer be a simple child, she would be on her way to being a killer fighting for peace against the Templar enemy. Her father couldn't help but smile as he took the page in his hand and looked over it with careful eyes. The child, no doubt Lela was standing between her mother and father while a figure stood off to their side a ways. Mahir, they had not seen him in what seemed like forever. He had been sent on a dangerous mission and never returned, no doubt killed. It came naturally though, there was nothing he could do to change that. The child had even included the roughly drawn morrko that was Dhuka. All in all it was a nice picture, though he had no words to tell her that. With a quick hand he folded the paper and slipped it in his garb before scooping the girl up in his arms and taking her place in the seat while she sat in his lap.
"Lela I want you to know that no matter what is to come, I will always love you alright? And I want you to promise that whatever does happen to help protect your mother, understand?" The man asked holding the growing child close to him.
"Yes father." She answered with a slight delay as she yawned. "But what is to happen?" Her father was silent for a moment before he tightened his grip on her. He was afraid she might have asked this.
"I'm not sure sweetie but what ever happens it wont be pretty." With that the two fell silent until the soft sounds of the girl's breathing could be heard above his. Again he was alone as the sun tried to claw it's way into the sky above. Now all he needed was his partners, the day of reckoning had come.
Edited By Hawkeye on 1/27/2017 at 2:53 PM.
Jillyana
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Posted: 1/26/2017 at 3:04 PM Post #2
Atara - 22(f) - Home
She opend her eyes quickly, looking around in the dark bedroom that alsoe acted as livingroom. Had ... she heard something? Cautiously she got up, on pure instinct grabbing the dagger she always had on her as she sleept. Just in case and in all honesty she feelt naked if she didnt have any weapon at all on her. It have been way to loong since she had been without one and nowadays it just feels weird without any of them. Her naked feets moved without a sound over the rough wooden floor that made up her floor and the one living downstairs had it as his roof. The young woman didnt care about the fact that she wore no clothes, she never sleeps in any since it gets way to warm. Slowly, carefully with catious movements she got through the room. After some time she got to the end of the wall seperatng the kitchen from the small livingroom/bedroom so after listening carefully for a moment she gglanced around the courner. Noone there either? Had ... had she imagined the whole thing? While still holding the dagger in her right hand her brightbrown, almost golden eyes looked around the flat before she put it in place. With a soundless sigh she walked into the kitchen and stopped as she saw a piece of paper on her table. That sure as hell isnt hers so while quickly looking around the room she walked up, still without a sound, to the table picking up the letter. Wow, that is quiet the letter to be honest. With the paper in her hands she walked back into her bedroom/living room and sat down on the bed, wrapping the thin fabric she had used as a cover around her neat, elegant body. having a bit of trouble reading it took the woman some time to actually get through the paper. However once she had read it the two soft hands of her folded it while looking around. This ... this should not be left around. The safest bet would be to simply burn the letter to make sure none would ever find it. However ... well ... she might need it later. The letter told nothing about needing it later on but that should not be asumed to be correct. She could werry well need it so to burn it would be bad if so was the case. While deep in thoughts her left hand fingerd on the chain that was resting on a nightdesk to the side of her. Her trusted weapon, Vipera as she had named it,is a thin and elegant chain that still is sturdy and strong with a ironspike on its edge. This, her werry own dessigne was an idea she had gotten while watching a snakecharmer while out on training. Many tears, wounds and scars had been given to her by Vipera, but now, she vielded it as an extension to her own body. "Well then Vipera, how about a new adventure?" she whisperd before lighting a match and with that burning the paper she had been holding.

After there was nothing left of the letter she gatherd the ashes, putting it in the stove before starting a fire in it so she could make breakfast. Well, nothing like a early start right? While the fire slowly started taking its hold over the firewoo, heating the stonestove in the small kitchen as she got dressed. She likes it, no she loves the outfit. It gives her a feeling of a family, something she dont have by blood. But its a connection she does treasure above all. For a while she couldnt stop smiling thinking about what she now had. She have a future, a family, a place to call home. If she had never been found all those years ago, where had she been now? Most likely at a streeetcourner trying to get one last customer before the night finaly yealed to the day. Slowly she put her darkbrown hair into a strict bun, that way the hair would never be in the way of her throughout the day. The slow and soft sounds of sparking firewood made her return to the present and she begun by simply adding a bit more wood to the fire so she could make some bread on the stonestove.



Dagon Hajjar - 35(m) - Home

The tired man opend his eyes. What time is it now? With squinting eyes he glanced towards the window that was beeing hidden by thick fabric. Barley any light from it so late night or early morning. He would guess the later due to the warmth that he feelt sippring in to the room. Why the hell had he woken this early? A sound? No ... but something feelt odd. Is it Mot thats up and running again? If it is that boy will know that he lives that much is clear! Reluclantly he let go of his wife, kissing her gently on the neck once before pulling the thin fabric up to her cheek before getting up out of the bed. After blinking as a stupied moron for a few moments he looked around, grabbing his pants and a thin tunic. Common clothes, something he uses in the house only and once dressed the man sneaked out, leaving his wife sleeping alone in the two person bed. However she didnt spend a loong time beeing alone as a sandcoloured Ryori named Anath walked in, jumping up on the bed. "Sometimes I wonder why I keep you around" he whisperd to the pet that simply just looked up at him before yawning, putting her head on Dagons pillow. Rolling his eyes the man walked out of the room and into Mots room. Without a sound he sneaked into his sons room only to find him still in bed. Okej ... so it wasnt his so... the girls! In what can only be described as panic he dashed through the small corridor to the girls room entering the room still in compleate silence. He had by reflex grabbed the closest object as a weapon, wich ended up beeing a candleholder just outside the three daughters room. But once inside he stoped, looking around. Nothing? It was as calm as always and after checking in on the kids he slowly walked out with a confused look on his face.

He could have sworn he had feelt something off as he woke up, something he dont usually feel. And it didnt really leave him either. After putting the candleholder in its place he walked through the small passageway and down the stairs to the open lower floor. His eyes quickly taking in every detail in the house as he walked through it. It didnt take more than the time it takes to blink for him to notice the paper resting on a shelf. With suspision he looked at the paper, as if he expected it to at any moment leap at him, attacking with a barrage of deadly weapons he had never seen before. But after a bit of time he picked up the paper, however not before checking the house. This creeped him out. Sure there is assasins here that is way out of his leage but it still made him feel uncomfterble that someone had been sneaking in without him actually taking the guy, or gal, in action. Not that he was afraid to be jumped in his sleep, but that his kids or wife could have been jumped as he was still in the land of the sleeping. The dim light that was let in through thick curtains and the crannys that was seen here and there, mostly the door and other wooden details thought, didnt help much so without saying anything he sat down, his heart first now slowing down after fearing his daughters having been harmed. There he sat at the table, reading the letter by the light of a candle before putting the piece of paper down. That ... was a lot to think about. But he did know that he would never be caught dead with the letter so he placed it over the small flame, letting the fire quickly eat it untill there was nothing left. After that he just sat in silence, staring into the wall however his thoughts were broken as the stairs gave up a protesting sound as someone walked down them. "Dad?" a tired yawn was heard. "Good morning Mot, sleept well?" he asked with a smile, hugging his son tightly before letting him go. "Yeah, but im havng a itch in my legs, mind if I go running for a bit?" he asked stretching his arms. The man laughed a bit. "Not at all, you go have fun but dont wake anyone, I wont back you up if you do." he warned the boy. "Thanks dad, Il keep on the ground" the boy promissed, hugging the man before rushing outside to go run.

in silence he looked after his son before scratching his beard a bit as he bit his lip. So, what will he do? With a heavy sigh he looked at the stairs before blowing out the candle that imidatly left him in a much darker room despite the sun constantly fighting against the moon for the ruling of the sky. And if it all went as normally, this time the sun would stand triumphant for a whole day while the moon gatherd enough energy to take over the sky as the next night was to happen.

The young boy walked for a while as he got out of the house, warming up his joints ad muscles before starting to jog despite the sand that keept blowing in from the closeby dessert. however that proved to be little to no hindrance for a young energetic boy that had a fire in his legs, having a need to run and just have fun! As he turned a courner he saw a cart standing right before him so on pure instinct he jumped above the cart, doing a somersault before landing by rolling once again and swiftly beeing on his feet once more. The only thing he is actually good at, no not good at, AMAZING at is freerunning. Nothing else really comes natural and he have to work two times as had as most people. But freerunning? Well it actually sets him free, he is almost able to tie with dad as they race against one another every now and then. Well not almost. He is about 35meters behind his dad but still, considering the agegap the diffrneces in the size of the steps they take and their experience its really just amazing. But then again, its almost the only thing he is actually good at as well. Everything else he struggles with, and that massivly but he does his best and trains hard. Often asking dad to help train as the sisters is sleeping.
Hawke
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Posted: 1/26/2017 at 5:50 PM Post #3
Shadir-47 years old- Masyaf: his own home

The sun seemed to raise before him in a sort of fast motion, one moment it not being there the next it was. He hadn't slept, though it was not unusual. Once before he had went nearly two weeks with little to no sleep the point now made no sense to him. Lela jerked some in his lap as she slept alerting him of her presence. To think that was his, that that little girl was his own flesh and blood, it was truly amazing nearly as it was that he was yet again going to be blessed with another child that Alhena now help in her womb. It wouldn't be long now before he would get to greet his child into the world, a moment that he would kill to be by her side for. Though that was not the matter at hand, they had a mission to see through without getting caught. It not longer mattered if they bent some rules, it was simply that they saved the creed. But again that was not first on the list, Lela needed to be woken so she could get ready for her training. Today was the day she would be assigned a mentor, a position that neither he or Alhena could fill. She would be on her own, and he hoped that she had what it took. Unlike him she was great with throwing knives, and her eagle vision was spot on. The only problem was she was a bit clumsy when climbing and hiding. That though she could grow out of, learn to overcome. To be honest, Altar if his name dare be spoken, was not the best at first though his vision surpassed them all leading to him and Malik being a bit jealous of each other. Who know now where they both were.

A gentle tap on her shoulder was enough to wake Lela. She sat up with a yawn and smiled at her father as he looked down at her. With a rough callused hand he moved a piece of hair from her face causing her to push him away.
"I'm not a baby anymore daddy." She giggled climbing from his lap, her bare feet hitting the ground as she dashed off to her room to change into her training gear. It was true, she was growing up without him knowing it. How could it be so? He hated to see her go but it was something everyone went through. If all went well he would go through it once more before before he himself was able to train the new recruits. A hand went to his face to wipe away the sleep that had set upon him during the night, the stubble one his face searching at his rough hands. Heavy footsteps came down the stairs as Alhena made her way towards him, a hand on her ever growing stomach while in the other she carried Dhuka as if she was a baby herself. The morrok was asleep in his wife's arms, soaking up the attention she was being given.
"Tell me again why you wanted another child? It seems to me that you have yourself one here." The woman joked as she hugged the animal close. Lela darted past her nearly knocking her mother down the last step as she did.
"Dhuka! Come on Dhuka we have to beat the others so we get a good seat!" The cub looked up and grunted as she was set down to chase after the girl. Both barely grown yet they were nearly the same size. Shadir couldn't help but shake his head at them before rising from his chair and taking his wife in his arms.
"I wish you didn't have to leave..." She said suddenly closing her eyes as she buried her face in his cloak taking on his smell.
"Who said I was leaving?" The man said avoiding the question a bit. His right hand found its way to her bulging abdomen where his child lay in wait for the perfect moment to enter the world. Hopefully it would wait till this was all over.
"No one but I can tell you are thinking of it. If it's a mission I'm sure someone else can take it, it will be weeks before we see you if you go. Lela needs you know more than ever and frankly I don't know if I'll make it that long as I am." Alhena clawed at his clothes desperate to keep him close to her, to prevent him from leaving her again.
"If only it were that simple." Shadir said before turning away from her for a moment. "I wish I could stay but I'm the only one that can pull this through. It's just the way it has to be." He pulled her close and gave her a kiss on the lips that seemed to last an eternity.
"Ew..." A voice said behind them breaking them up. Lela stood in the doorway, Dhuka at her side. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she grew impatient with her parents. "Come on you two love birds we're going to be late!"
"We will talk later." Alhena said in his ear before pulling away to put on her clothes. Later...there may never be a later. He had to speak with the others, if only night would hurry and come.
~*~
The whole city seemed to be in the one spot, all of them clustered in the courtyard around the training ring. Many were talking amongst themselves while others were simply standing there waiting. Lela was up with the others she had been training with, clearly not able to sit still with all of her excitement. Dhuka snored away as Shadir held her in his arms, Alhena by his side. His mind was elsewhere though, his eyes searching the crowd as he let his senses go trying to find the two that had read his message. They would be looking for him, and he for them. If only Numair was here to help him look!
Jillyana
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Posted: 1/27/2017 at 1:13 PM Post #4
Atara - 22(f) - Home
After making sure the fire had gone out properly she simply put on the last details of her "workoutfit" before putting the chain in its holder at her hip. The thin yet sterdy chain is swept in a thin leather fabric to prevent it from giving of a sound. How loong, how many weeks, months and even a few years had it not taken for her to perfect the way of walking, running jumping and so on so it did not give up a sound? More than she knew. And dear lord it had driven her nuts trying to figure it out, to find a techniq that made it work. But now, she moves better with the chain by her side than without it. As she landed in the sand beneth her apartment it formed a gust of mist as it whirled around the sand. "You can stay and sleep a bit more Algol" she said in a shirpy tone as she scratched the massive waterlike lighrah under her cheek. "See you sweetheart" she said to the lioness, kissing her on the head before rushing away. Well it is the day now so most likely will everyone have gatherd at the training ring and there, she could find him. Eith calm steps she walked through the streets still having time to spare before it all started. As she turned a courner she reacted on pure instinct, trained to sit as if it was just as natural as breathing. Avoiding to be run over by the boy she jumped up on the wall, shooting away with her leg to get onto the building oposit of the first one. After pushing away once more she got back to the first one, landing on the roof. "Watch it" she warned the child in a muttering tone before continuing. Well, its probably safer to travel by the rooftops to be honest. Specially with that nutcase on the streets.

With flowing, soft movements that almost reminded of a dance she started running over the rooftops, jumping, leaping and so on with ease. It didnt take her loong before she reashed her goal, sitting down on a roof not far from the training ring, looking around. Well she do talk to everyone, she gets along with everyone, well more or less but its rare for her to start a conversation. So even if she was to find him she couldnt start a conversation even if she wanted, it would look out of place. However she is the only one here using a chain so just by finding that little detail she is easy to identify for the others. She on the other hand got it a bit rougher. Not having any tiny bit of eagle vision makes it harder for her to identify goals, allies and enemies as she can not rely on that. So instead she simply took her time, studying them all to see who they were by how they moved, stood or acted. However the idea of doing so quickly disapeard from her mind as she saw the Morkko cub. There is only one person in this entire ... town?, that have a morkko so there he was, the one she is suposed to meet later this day.



Dagon Hajjar - 35(m) - Home

He dashed through the streets with a paniced look on his face. ******! He is going to be late! NOT good at all! As he turned a courner he grabed a rough pool that was usually used to tie a quitari or so at while it was beeing broken. Due to the boys speed he almost flew arund the courner, his feets not touching the sandcoverd street. But as he turned he saw someone who saved the both of them from a frontal crash by dashing from one building to the other. "SORRY!" he screamed back as he heard Atara scold him. Once home he panted a bit, having pushed himself and looked at his dad and sisters all ready to get going.

He picked up the youngest of his daughters, Ashtoreth, in his arms as he had shecked that they were all okej and dressed properly. Once the door sprang open he glanced at his son. "Get dressed and catch up to us. I expect you to be on time Mot" he reprimended his son that glanced down at the floor before rushing to his room. "And mom?" Tiamat asked, beeing the second youngest of the children. "Sorry darling, mom is really really sick and need to rest today. But maby she will be better later?" he smiled at his daughter that nodded. "Mommy ill?" Ashtoreth asked in a anxious tone. "Yes dear, she is fevrish and tired so she will stay in bed today, now lets go" he said walking out of the house with his daughters. The yongest quickly climbing up to his shoulders there she sat comfterbly. It was first as the four of them, himself and the girls arrived to the scene that Mot finally caught up, his breathing heavy and with a tired smile on his lips. He had already been running quiet some time today and had been pushing himself while doing so.

"Calm down now champ" he joked with his son, putting down his daughter on the ground. "Help me keep an eye on them will you?" he asked and after a nod he simply looked around, letting the girls wander off with their brother not far behind. Mot and Ningal, the two oldest keeping an eye on one each of the youngest one. "Here alone Dagon?" he heard a familiar voice so he smiled at the man. "Not quiet Adil, My wife however is at home in bed, beeing rather sick. However my children, are here ... somewhere" he added the last word after some time of silence. "Well there is Mot and Ashtoreth" he nodded to his oldest and youngest children that got up on a shed that was used as storage for some practice equipment. The brother had simply had the sister hold tight to him as he climbed up it with her on the back. Well that boy is good at freerunning and will make sure his sister is not harmed so he dont care to much. Despite its only about two or three meter high, even if the child was to fall she wouldnt be harmed more than her pride and maby a bruise or so. Pluss, considering her natural talent for getting into fights with those even a few years older than her she is used to that and wouldnt care to much. The man named Adil looked at the kids before shaking his head. "Still able to actually outrun your son or is he tying already?" he asked curiously. "just about able to, he is only 35meters or so behind." he reluclantly admitted. "Well, I guess thats youth for you" Adil joked, not noticing how Dagon had been searching the crowd and found his ``target``. it had taken some time but that massive furball called a morkko was undoubtably a massive giveaway as to who he was.
Hawke
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Posted: 1/27/2017 at 4:17 PM Post #5
Shadir-47 years old- Masyaf: Training Ring

There was so many people...so many targets. He couldn't recall the last time there had been that many people in this one spot. The Brotherhood had really grown lately, though sadly it wouldn't last. There was very few times that they had been able to keep their large numbers, this would be the same. Shadir scanned the area taking in his surroundings, the smell, the sound, the connection each person had with the earth underfoot. There off to his left, a man with a golden glow surrounded by a sea of patsy greyish blue. No doubt that was Dagon, armed with his own army of children. If only they where that blessed...with Lela Alhena had nearly died before having the child though her strong will kept her going. Hopefully all would go well this time.

He was getting distracted, he needed to stay on the mission at hand. With a casual roll of his shoulder he looked down at Dhuka whom had been woken from her slumber. Simply he put her down casting his gaze down at her for a split second before he looked to Alhena. Leaning towards her he whispered in her ear before walking away, gently pushing his way through the crowd towards the man in question. A hand grabbed his suddenly causing him to turn with unnatural sped a fist clenched at his side. The blade simply clicked as it slid from its place on his wrist, the tip meerly catching the light. But no blood was spilled for he recognized the slim face of the man as a student he had worked with before.
"Shadir! There you are, you won't believe how long it took to find you." There was a slight sound in his voice, the man was breathless. He had been running, one was sure of that. "Here, I was told to deliver this to you." his hand darted out holding a letter sealed in an envelope. Numair's seal sat out in the sealing wax, the symbol used by everyone with an arrow piercing through it. "Numair said he would have given it to you himself but he couldn't get it here fast enough. Guess I did the trick though." A smile spread over the tired man's face as he admired his own ability. A hush fell over the crowd then causing them both to look up at the balcony above them. The ceremony was starting.
"Safety and peace, lad." Shadir said as he turned from the man to fill the gap between him and the other man. His body settled next to the two whom were in their own conversation. It wasn't safe to talk of plans here, but he had to know if the man was on board. Just make conversation, clues included then see where it went from there. Dhuka was at his side using her front paw to lightly tap his leg. She wanted him to carry her, the sand was too soft between her toes for her liking. Good for nothing pet....
Jillyana
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Posted: 1/28/2017 at 3:59 AM Post #6
Atara - 22(f) - Home

When people started looking up at the balcony and going silent she simply just raised her head as if she was keeping her attention on the cermony. However after having seen it for a number of times it kinda looses impact for her. Atleast for her it kinda looses its apeal a bit. She have nothing with it to do, atleast it feels like it. She have no kids, probably never will either, she dont remember her mother as anything else than a black silluett, and that if she is pushing herself to remember it. It takes a toll on her mind trying to recall it and whatever she tries that is all she does remember. And due to this, she have no idea of how a mother would act, do ... work or say. So the thought of her getting a child or heaven forbids, children, was almost laughingly horrible. If someone asked about it she would just laugh, unable to keep it inside. Her, a mother? No way at all. She was brought into the world with only a distant shadow untill she didnt need it further and then quickly disapear as if someone had hold up a torch towards it. With a half yawn and half sigh she stretched her back while glancing down at the crowd every now and then, but just to keep the illusion up, most of the time her eyes rested on the balchony.Admittedly thought her mind was elsewere, wandering to here and there, yet to return to the meeting that awaited later this day. Well, either way she would have a bit of time to figure it out during the day so there is no real need to freat it right now.


Dagon Hajjar - 35(m) - Home

"Well how are you nowadays Adil? I havnt seen you for quiet some time" Dagon said calmly. With a shuckle Adil shrugged his shoulders. "Busy, I stopped by my oldest daughter on the way back here, she have a son now." he said with a smile that was pointed out by the scar on the mans face twitching slightly. "Really? I didnt even know she had a husband." he admitted with a surpriced tone in his voice. "Me neither, I wanted to say hi and see how she was doing. Aperantly she have both a husband and a son now .... I feelt really old right then and there" he mutterd to Dagon that just shuckled at him. "I will give you a cane the next time we meet then." he promissed with a joke. This joke however was rewarded with a friendly smack on the arm. "Werry well, I will have Mot bring it this evening" he joked, getting a other friendly punch on his arm. "joking, joking i promiss. There is no need be so stingy" he said, rubbing his arm a bit. It didnt hurt beeing a friendly and more jokingly punsh but it kinda went on reflex. "I know I know" Adil answered calml before looking at the balcony a moment before looking at Dagon again. "And what have you been up to?" he asked calmly. "Well you know the usual, trying to keep my little monsters under controll and just doling what I need to really" he answered Adil after thinking a bit. "Well You better do all you can, soon enough Mot will outrun you with ease" he gave back for the comments about the cane.

He glared at him a moment. "Says the man needing a cane" he counterd Adil that just shaked his head. "Dont be crule to a old man" Adil joked a bit. With that the two friends went silent for a while. They didnt have to say much, Adil beeing only a few years older than Dagon. Once Dagon had arrived to the, town ... Adil had quickly becamed a friend to Dagon, both playing and getting into misscheifs togeather. As well as training. They knew one a other really well and just enjoyed eachothers comapny. Want me to watch the kids so your and your wife can relax a bit? I kinda miss the sound of life in my own home" Adil asked after some time. "You actually want to watch my little monsters? A hyperactive 12year old, ,two cocky girls who cant wait to pin their brother to the floor or a wall and a little one that is so confident she picks fights with older kids?" he asked looking at Adil. "Hey what can I say? I like a challenge" the man said with a shrugg of his shoulders. "Fine, Il let them stay with you starting tomorrow" he nodded His wife could use the calm that would come with that for a day or two. That fever she have has been acting weird lately so a day of rest would be good for her."besides, they cant be worse than you were" Adil added calmly. "You were the one teaching me so dont put it on me" Dagon defended himself.
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Posted: 1/29/2017 at 8:54 AM Post #7
Shadir-47 years old- Masyaf: Training Ring

The two talked like old friends, just as he and Numair would have. Numair though would have been slightly more joking but then he was not a very serious man. He ran a bureau why would he have to be serious save when he was collecting information? It was nice to visit a person that had a joking attitude, made the day go by faster in terms. But that was not the case here. Numair was still in Damascus, and the man here alone save for Dhuka. Perhaps reading the letter now would do the trick but with so many eyes around someone would be bound to see. So simply he sat there as the Grand Master made his way out onto the balcony. It was the same each time. Every three years the same man walks out, address them, gives older students their blades, then gives the new students mentors. How could anyone find that entertaining?
"For years now we have struggled, had to stay hidden from those that some call holy men, no longer shall that be the case! Today we are numbered greatly against the Templars, and our training will prove that we are the greater of the two. But a new threat arises now...." At his side two assassins moved forward dragging a man by an arm and his shirt. Shadir's heart missed a beat as he recognized the face of his childhood friend and colleague...Malik. "It seems we have a traitor amongst us even as we speak, let this be a lesson to them. This man was caught not only speaking to the spinless swine Altair but housing him and his family as well. We all know the punishment for that!" With that he signaled for the two to carry the man out of sight. How had they known that there was more than Malik? Had he told? No, Malik was a good man he would hold his secrets till the day he died, hopefully that would not be soon. The rest of the ceremony went as usual though Shadir didn't listen to much of it. He was too worried about them finding out what was going to happen, who was involved. What if they knew it was him? How could he possibly sneak Alhena and Lela to somewhere safe? It was impossible, with Alhena so close to having the child and Lela having just started training. He couldn't bare to leave them though...he had already lied about having a mission to go to in Damascus. As soon as he was noticed as missing they would be in grave danger thus this is why he had to move quickly. Numair had made them a fake target to get them there, three in fact, a caravan. Three would have to go and Rhodes three would then go and find Altar before things go out of hand. Now though it seemed impossible. They had Malik, that added a new step in. He had to be saved...there was no doubt about it. After the meeting they needed to act. Alhena would know what to do, she would be safe though he wasn't sure of Dagon's family. Only time could tell. This thought caused him to look at the man. If he was truly the only Numair wanted to aid them then he must have been trusted. Again though only time could tell.
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Posted: 1/29/2017 at 10:23 AM Post #8
Atara - 22(f) - Home
She looked up at the man that walked out on the balcony with a smug grin in her mind. However on the outside she was just as calm as always. however it is quiet ironic to be honest. For beeing the grandmaster of a massive bunch of assasins, preaching hardwork and so on the old guy is getting a tad round around the stomach. In silence she looked up at the man that took several steps outside onto the balchony. *barall! Thats what he reminds me of!* she thought to her self. Happy for her self, having calmed her mind by figuring out what the almost, atleast in her opinion, ancient man looked like. When he started talking she raised an eyebrow. That ... is not his usual speech. In silence she looked up at him as he spoke. This does not bode well at all, specially not what was about to take action later on. This ... was a bit stronger treatment than she had thought would be given. Her eyes looked down towards the crowd as the man was brought away once more leaving the entire assemble a bit down and confused. This was not only crule towards the kids, taking from their moment of spotlight, but alsoe to everyone else. A shiver went up her spine and with a few fingers resting on her chain, Vipera and looked behind her self. Nothing there ... with a sigh she shaked her head before keeping her consentration on the event at hold. After this massive punch in the stomach for the children they needed the atention to feel more at ease, to distract a bit atleast from what had just happend. If that man had anything within his skull he would have waited atleast untill tomorrow. If he had anything within his heart he would wait even longer to let the young ones settle in and have a calm few days before the bomb was dropped. As it was now the entire thing was destroyed. Sure they smiled and looked just as happy as most years but somehow, if you looked in their eyes they all looked destroyed. This was as stated, crule and unusual for even the children understood clearly that this day no loonger was about them but the man on the balcony that had been dragged away before them all.



Dagon Hajjar - 35(m) - Home

He just like what seemed like everyone else looked up at the balchony as they heard the mans words. That was not how he usually did it. Him and Adil looked at one a other with consearned eyes a moment. Starting such a important occasion in such a manner was nothign short of disrespectfull and ill boading. There is no way in hell this can end good. Not far after the man had been brought in to the shadows again he saw his son comming carrying his sister.

As his sister gripped his shirt he pulled her into his arms. "What is it Ashtoreth?" he asked in a whispering voice. "I want to dad" she whisperd back. At this he couldnt help but smile. Even someone only three years old could tell that something was wrong. "Okej, climb up on my back then" he said. He let her climb up and glanced up at the man, the look on his face wasnt really scared, it seemed more ... broken. As if there was nothing left. The look of the man made him shiver by it. Okej, time to get Ashtoreth back to dad. As he glanced over his shoulder, seeing his sister having her eyes fixed on the balcony he quickly turned away her face. "Hey look for dad instead" he said walking up to the edge of the roof that coverd the shed. Without much care in the world he simply walked of, bending his knees so he dampend the fall. Once stande up properly the boy put his sister on his shoulders, walking through the crowd. When he was close to his father he looked up when adressed by name. "She is a bit anxious dad." he said, letting his sister climb up on his shoulder so she could throw herself at her dad that just held her close. "Dont worry sweetheart. I promiss its going to be fine, okej?" he smiled at her child just nodded, holding him tightly. "Dad Il go look for the two hurricanes" he said before disapearing into the crowd.

"Mot?" he asked as his son got close to him and Adil. After listening to his son he quickly caught his daughter, holding her tight. His arm hold her in a protective manner, it is after all his child. His left hand stroking her over the back. "Dont worry sweetheart. I promiss its going to be fine okej?" he smiled at her as she slowly nodded while holding him tightly. When he heard Mots comment about his sisters he looked up. "Mot, be nice!" he said seriously before looking at Ashtoreth. "Sweetheart, do you remember Adil?" he asked pointing to the man that stood next to him. She was quoiet a while before getting a thoughtfull expression. "Cookieman?" she asked carefully. This made Dagon laugh a bit. "Yes, he always gave you kids a lot of cookies" he said nodding to his daughter before glancing to the side. Shadir ...? As he somehow managed to get eye contact he just nodded politely. Noone would think anything about it. And even if they did it just looked as if he nodded a ``hi`` to the man. "its kinda embarassing beeing called cookieman, wy dont you call me Adil?" he heard his friend ask. And despite the mans atempt to be called by his name Ashtoreth was heard saying "cookie man!" in a determined voice.
Edited By Jillyana on 1/29/2017 at 11:56 AM.
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Posted: 1/29/2017 at 1:42 PM Post #9
Shadir-47 years old- Masyaf: Training Ring

He was in. One down now one more to find. God though what if they killed Malik while they where all standing here? No, no time for that. He had to find the girl. Dhuka pawed at him again breaking his thought track. She wanted to go, the sun was too hot for her. "Not yet Dhuka." He whispered. Lela was up next so he had to stay here. God though what would they do? If everyone was now on edge about a traitor then it would be that much hard to do anything. Shadir looked over at Dagon. "He could have waited to say that till after the ceremony." He said in a hushed voice making his way into the conversation. He needed to know where the man stood in this operation, what part he would play in it. Lord if Numair messed this up there would be hell to pay.

A traitor? Oh god no. Alhena put a hand over her mouth in shock. Could it be...could he be speaking of Shadir? After all that was Mailk, his training partner. Could her husband be the one in question. The thought brought tears to her eyes though she held them in. That would be why he had been so secretive with her. She could see his plan now, he was going after Altair. Her heart ached for him, he was going against the creed. How could she love a man like that? It made her sick to think his child grew in her even now...no he was her love, she would stand at his side even as he went down. She would die at his side of need be, and not without a fight. Her spirits lefted then, her head held high as she looked over in the direction he had went. She planned on helping him in any way he could. And she planned on starting with some answers. Lela made her way on stage as her name was called. The mentor she got was male, not even out of his twenties it seemed. She knew his face from somewhere but she couldn't bring herself to recall the name that belonged to it. The two exchanged a few words and she laughed. He seemed nice enough though there was something off about him that seemed off. What could it be?
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Posted: 1/29/2017 at 2:35 PM Post #10
Atara - 22(f) - training ring
She gace the kids er full atention. Normally she wouldnt be this focused on the cermony but due to what they had done, the kids really needed it. She may not be mothermaterial herself, but she atleast have empathy for people. She knows when someone have to be encouraged, she can see when someone feels uneasy. That, was the kids. What was suposed to be about them, had turned into nothing than a demonstartion of power and controll. So now she, and everyone else was paying strict attention to the cermony, giving them whatever suport they can. Honestly it all feelt horrible for her, they now have two theories to work from. Either they found out something, something they hopefully shouldnt have, or ... they made it up. Looking for reactions and simply faking the information to see who would slip up and expose oneself. The question is, wich one is it? Asuming one thing and then having it be the wrong one would be devestating. And acting quickly now would be devestating for any plan there was.

As Shadirs kid got up in the spotlight she looked at the kid a bit closer. As she walked up she seemed a bit odd, nervous? Nah ... anxious perhaps. but thechild seemed to relax as her mentor said something, what exactly she wasnt sure of, lipreading isnt her specialty. He acted friendly atleast. But how one acts in the spotlight and in shadows, that is compleatly diffrent things most of the time. She have often ... well not often but occasionally when time was to spare returned to the town that she was found in. She would look up her old type of people. Scammers, thieves, streetartists,murderers, streetworkers ... anything that was needed really. Yet, once the dark fell and they all thought noone saw them, she would witness them break down, crie as they slowly turned from the moon to wait for the return of the sun. That is if they worked the dayshift. The nightshift however just starts their time as the moon takes its rains on the sky. Yet those who returns as a new day dawns will behave as the ones that sleep at night, shunning the moon. Horrified, panicing and filled with greif as they becomes alone to rest and work through the events they have done.

Shivering she shrugged her shoulders before shaking her head. That, that would have been her own destiny had she not been found. What would she have been? Most likely a dancer to perform in the streets or some shady bar or maby even a bordell? heck who knows it would stop at dancing? Most likely it wouldnt. Her face turned bitter a moment as her thoughts wanderd off. It took her some time to snap out of it, however once she returned to the present she smiled a bit, almost softly even. Hey, she have a family, she have something she can stand tall about. She may not be able to boast about it, however, for her this life, no matter how rough and at time lonely is so much better than what she would have otherwise.



Dagon Hajjar - 35(m) - training ring
He looked up at Shadir as he came up to him and Adil, whispering. His own daughter looked away from the one she called ``cookie man`` to look at Shadir before smiling at the cub. "i compleatly agree, I could understand treating adults in such a manner. But we are talking about kids, thats crule" he whisperd just as low as Shadir had. "Yeah, I remember freaking out my self without anything like this, and he just acts like nothing?" Adil added in the same tone, nodding a hello to Shadir that joined the two men and Dagons daughter that still had a strong grip of her father. "Come on now Ashtoreth, say hello" he said encouraging to his daughter that looked up at Shadir. "Good morning" the girl said in a low voice but still trying to smile despite the anxiety she feelt. "Thats my girl" he encouraged her, giving his daughter a kiss on her cheek. This made the girl relax a bit more in her fathers arm and she managed to actually smile in a genuine way.

"You think Lela is okey?" he asked after some time looking at Shadir. It cant be fun for the girl, or any other of the children having their moment of glory, their time in the spotlight, beeing dulled in such a crule way. If he had no ability what so ever to read a mood he would have called it out as crule, unjust and plainly disrespectfull! Wich it actually was. But, he may have a bit of trouble with beeing to blunt, but he is not stupied and he is able to read situations. Thus he did not call it out, remaining silent just like everyone else, althought whispers was heard here and there.
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