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Assassins Creed: A Rising Empire

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Assassins Creed: A Rising Empire

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Assassin Creed: A Rising Empire

Rome idea: The year’s 25bc, Rome has transitioned from a Republic into an Empire, and the land is full of war, slavery, poverty and all manner of things. Caesars heir, Augustus, is now the Emperor and it has been 17 years since the Battle of Philippi (42bc) and the destruction of the Liberatores. Augustus stands in the way of democracy and the assassins believe that he is leading Rome and its people to destruction, if not in the short run then definitely in the long run. To make things worse he is now a Templar. August has many supporters as well as Templar friends; these not only pose a threat but some are considered to simply be in need of killing. The Praetorian Guard act as the instruments of Augustus and the Templars.

The Liberatores (Liberators) were a group of senators (notably Brutus) who assassinated Julius Caesar due to fears he was growing too powerful. What was unbeknownst to most of these ‘Liberatores’ was that their leaders were in fact part of the Assassin Order, which at this point were very thinly spread. What August and his newly founded Templar allies do not yet know however is that some of the more secretive members as well as the families of the fallen have managed to survive, and have now joined under the banner of the Assassin Order. These Assassins now try to accomplish their goals through political means as well as violence, with some becoming politicians, some military, but most simply acting as common spies/assassins.

Players don’t have to be Roman, but would ideally be Roman citizens at least (live in Roman controlled lands). Players should try to keep equipment/technology as historically accurate as they can, but it’s fine for them to abuse geography a little (e.g. somehow getting hold of a Germanic Sword through some interesting background story). Players can go about the roleplay from a very political and clever angle, or you can go full metal breastplate on everything – it’s really up to you.

I have some rough plots in mind (including pieces of Eden that will be kept under wraps for now), but it would be mainly down to the players how the story progressed. I would like to keep this as historically accurate as we can (e.g. no blowing up Rome), and so there are some cases were a player may work a plot towards a certain point only for me (or one of the other GMs) inserting a really annoying twist to preserve the continuum – note that we’d probably see these happening in advance and talk to you about it.

Example of a CS sheet we would be likely to use

Name: Filius Manius aka ‘Rector’ (Master) < Such dirty names I know xD They are actually Latin
Gender:Male
Age: 68
Appearance: face

Personality: Manius is austere, often speaking only few words to those bellow him save for the times when he feels a lecture is due. He is very wise and knows it, however as much as he tries to hide it he feels over-encumbered by the burden of leadership. Unless you’re a high ranking member of the order don’t expect to speak to him much.

Bio: Manius was born into the Assassin Order and trained from a young age. His father owned a wealthy estate just outside of Rome and Manius would often accompany his family into the city to various parties hosted by the roman elite. The party lifestyle grew on Manius as he entered adolescence and would suit him far greater than the lifestyle the Assassins offered him.

Due to his lack of discipline, his father pulled some strings and had him enlisted into the Navy. Manius would hate his father for this. Life on the seas wasn’t too bad however, especially when Manius was able to escape the role of a common marine in order to become a scribe for the captain. Even then however Manius saw his fair share of action, and came to realise that his earlier training had been on many occasions what saved him.

Returning to Rome Manius would find his estate owned by strangers, his family vanished from existence, and a series of shut doors from those he once called friends. In time he would be reunited with the Order and discover his family was murdered by Templars. This hate drove him throughout his adult life and up the assassin ranks.

He had little to do with the assassination of Caesar, but would be tasked by Brutus and others to protect some of their families. After the battle of Philippi Manius became a Master Assassin by default in order to rebuild the roman creed.

Skills/Strengths: Manius is very well read. He believes himself to be good at spotting deception. He is a master of logistics and to some extent politics.

Weaknesses: Manius is past his prime and cannot fight like he used to. In truth he is not the leader the assassins need, but is the only one available.

SO! If you're interested please say! We're open to suggestions and aren't fully fixed on this story/setting/time.

Resistance: Fall Of Man RP

Superbowl? Get your priorities right lads, there's a new season of Top Gear starting tonight! :D

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“What is the order of the day then Edward?” asked Janus as Vates prised open the door to the elevator shaft. The shaft was dimly lit by radioluminescent lights every couple of floors. At the bottom of the shaft light could be seen through the roof of the broken elevator, its doors wide open to the building’s lobby.

“I need to replace these cores” said Vates out-loud, motioning to his gauntlets. He preferred to speak out-loud when he could as it felt more natural, although he had been training himself to speak inwardly more often. “The light core in the right gauntlet seems to be fine, but the kinetic core in the left is basically out as you know. And obviously I’d like to obtain as many spare water cores as possible!” continued Vates. When the small water cores first ran out he had thought little of it, being more focused on finding food and the like. However, these water cores discretely kept the gauntlets and covered skin clean and it only took a couple of days for them to start smelling awful and get itchy. Vates couldn’t remove them either as he would have no way of putting them back on; this was due to both the way they were fastened and the way they were implanted to pick up nerve signals.

“We will take a weapon.” Janus stated in an uncharacteristically firm voice. Janus knew that Vates hated the idea of killing someone and thus saw no need for any lethal weapons.

“No. We’ll exit the building, cross over the street and continue to the old Monument Bank. From there we can take to the roof tops or various routes where I can keep us out of sight. If we do somehow come into trouble on the way to the stockpile then we run.” commanded Vates climbing onto the ladder, unwilling to budge his stance on the weapon. The stockpile they were heading to was a small military one Vates knew about prior to the event; it was well hidden and surprisingly hadn’t (to the best of his knowledge) been used by anyone else since. Perhaps it was due to the proximity of the area from the wall or any other point of interest within the city. Whilst the stockpile had some handy equipment, there was more than a few trips full in carry weight and Vates didn’t like to be weighed down – not wanting to be seen entering the stockpile either, Vates only ventured to it every now and then.

The ladder was never pleasant, regardless of whether one was going up or down, nor how often one used it. One of the things Vates would collect on this trip would be some rope or wire so he could fashion some sort of fireman’s pole. He was half way down at floor 9 of all places when he slipped, causing a loud clang as he managed to regain his hold. The noise caused a stir behind the door beside him, a large scuttering of heavy footsteps and a reverberating growl. Vates quickly carried on his descent not wishing to attract the attention of the beast inside any further. The beast was one of the few things he had even considered killing, but had managed to justify not doing so by telling himself that it made for an excellent guard.

Vates eventually found his way to the large marble lobby, now wide open to the street without the glass windows or doors. The bottom of the building had suffered in the event, with multiple cracks rooting along the walls and pillars. There were many blood stains and pieces of graffiti here and there as well – a gift from some temporary tenants some time back. Vates stopped in his tracks and his heart clenched as his gaze caught a horrifying sight before him: a young child, no older than ten, who could have been a boy or girl, with wide white eyes, sharp teeth upon a vacant smile and a body covered in blood, ran towards him screaming with a long rusty cleaver.
Vates fell back in horror, his body having moved faster than his feet. He looked up to find no sight of the child and sat there with adrenaline pumping and a heavy breath.“Do not worry Edward, it was just a vision. You are fine.”

“Thank fuck!” exclaimed Vates in a high pitched voice as he begun nervously laughing. These little visions were the most annoying but also the most useful (thus far anyway). Having gotten to his feet Vates continued outside. He only took a couple of steps out of the door before hearing a noise to his right, and turning he saw the child standing there for real.

“NOPE!” yelled Vates as he hastily sprinted off in the opposite direction.

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Loving the post guys :)

P.s. sorry for posting again so soon and sorry if it's a bit silly at the end :P

EDIT: DIDN'T POST THE IC IN THE OOC AND THE OOC IN THE IC! YOU CRAZY!

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Sage said
I would say one in every hundred. They are pretty rare now, since most died off because they couldn't handle it.

How about in the Military? (This RP is already a bit different to last time :P)

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Vates - GUESS WHERE!
His arms and legs frantically jolted around as he tried to swim out of the dark thick blood but it was no use. He was drowning in it, his desperate lungs tried to cough it out with no avail. It filled his nose, eyes and ears too, making his head feel heavy.

With a massive gasp, widen open eyes and a forehead drenched with sweat Vates sprung up into an upright position from his slumber. It took him a few minutes of sitting there in silence to recover. It was early morning now, and despite being asleep for some time he had gotten no rest. “Please tell me you came across something interesting? My heads fucking killing me” said Vates inwardly as he used his thumb and index finger to massage the pressure points at the top of his nose.

“I’m sorry Edward, I couldn’t resist.” Replied the elderly voice within his mind. It was gentle voice, low and soothing, but it carried a certain distinction that suggested wisdom. To Vates the voice had always conjured up visions of an old wizard from the stories he read as a child.

Vates heaved himself out of his bed with the intention of getting dressed. “Janus, did you see anything useful or not?” he asked.

“I’m not sure. There were a few visions: I saw some views from the past; the boat (again); a mansion covered in ice; some flashes, I think from a battle; and the blood…” listed the Kage, the regret clear in his tone. This was not the first time that he had tried to force visions. The forced visions never usually ended well, causing migraines and blackouts, as well as yielding often random sights. Janus had noticed that these forced visions were easier on his host when he was asleep, but even then they took their toll and were often just as random. Worse still perhaps as far as Vates was concerned was that when these visions were forced during his sleep that they were even more dreamlike that usual, and that like a dream he often struggled to remember them and so relied on Janus to retell them. Even the random visions and ‘tears’ as they had come to call them were few and far between and only rarely proved useful. It was perhaps not surprising, as it had only been over the last couple of months that they really begun to grasp the ability – it had only been over the last few months that they had begun talking, with Vates initially going into a mental breakdown whenever Janus would try to communicate. Vates would claw at his skull and try somehow force Janus out, ultimately resulting in Janus hiding away for weeks not wanting his host to hurt himself.

“The blood… what was that?” Vates paused the buttoning of his shirt as he asked, the unpleasant sensation still fresh in his mind.

“I do not know. I do not think that it was any one specific event. It was certainly a vision of death; maybe it was the opening of the gate?” quizzed Janus, still not himself sure of how his powers functioned.

Vates did not want to dwell on anything to do with the event and so quickly moved on, “A mansion? You say it was frozen? Like completely?”

“I believe it was. It was dark and I could not see much in the way of detail, but it was big, frozen, and lacked life.”

Vates’ was dressed now. He walked out of the bedroom and into the open area of his vault. It was perhaps the only place in the entire building, the entire area even, that wasn’t a mess. Around the sides the bookshelves that were not broken in the event were used to store what Vates considered to be important or (now more likely) interesting to him, and those that were broke had since been broken down and used/stored for firewood. His computer and other electrical equipment was now stored beneath the floating half-landing stairs that led to the vault door. In the corner was a very basic kitchen, with a make-shift fire pit situated in the centre as most the equipment was unpowered. In the kitchen was also a fair supply of food/water that Vates had managed to scrounge. “What was the vision from the past? How did you know it was the past?” Asked Vates, not caring to ask about the boat (for he knew the vision already) nor the ‘flashes’.

“It was a group of people here in the city. There was so many people, so much life.” There was a hint of sadness in Janus’ voice, “they were sitting in a restaurant eating ‘squigbombs’”

Vates’ face screwed up as he remembered a horrible taste, “Squigbombs?”

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Sage said
TIME SKIP POSTED! WE ARE OFFICIALLY IN CHAPTER ONE! LETS GO GO GO!

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The Red Zephyr said
Okay, really. Time-skip. Do it. Not gonna post cuz I worked all day (seriously all day) and have to work in the morning. It'll come soon, but there is NO REASON TO WAIT ON ME.

I think that's code for he wants us to wait for him

Resistance: Fall Of Man RP

Halo said
EDIT: Also, yes, I'm British, as is Andae. Seravee and Lettie are American.