Better known by the humorous and somewhat cruder name of "Ass Squad", this RP is a reboot of an Assassin's Creed RP that lasted for three years on another site, though, at present, only two of the original 'Squad' members remain. The old characters will be revamped, and a few new ones will make a debut in this 1x1 RP. This 'master post' will be updated shortly with an outline of the actual plot, once Grav figures out how starting an RP really works, as well as what we're doing with all our OCs.
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Quitting soon for peace of mind. This place is fine, I just don't have it in me to stick around.
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@The Fated Fallen It's totally fine; I understand! I've been kind of busy today as well.
The bard noticed the approaching weather as well, and, for a brief moment, relief flashed in his eyes as he glanced up at the sky. At his recent acquaintance's question, however, his face resumed its pleasant neutrality as he replied honestly, "I'm afraid not, but I've visited the city a few times before."
He could tell that the stranger was not completely comfortable around him, and, while he understood that, he attempted to kill a bit of the unease and formality between them by adding with a wry smile, "I don't know everything about it, but I do know what parts of it to avoid. I guess one could say that I know it well enough."
There was a relatively clear offer of a sort of acquaintanceship hidden within his humor, however, as he was still hopeful of gaining at least one person's trust before entering Brugge at such a time as this. While it wouldn't be horrible for him if she refused his help, it would definitely be inconveniencing, especially considering the imminent rainstorm brewing overhead.
He could tell that the stranger was not completely comfortable around him, and, while he understood that, he attempted to kill a bit of the unease and formality between them by adding with a wry smile, "I don't know everything about it, but I do know what parts of it to avoid. I guess one could say that I know it well enough."
There was a relatively clear offer of a sort of acquaintanceship hidden within his humor, however, as he was still hopeful of gaining at least one person's trust before entering Brugge at such a time as this. While it wouldn't be horrible for him if she refused his help, it would definitely be inconveniencing, especially considering the imminent rainstorm brewing overhead.
@The Fated Fallen Thanks for the explanation; that can definitely make for an interesting interaction later on, either when Adelmar discovers Cyryl is a sorceress, or when she figures out he's of a Nilfgaardian background.
Also, I hope the text color I chose for Adelmar's dialogue isn't too 'bright'. If it's obnoxious I can find a darker color.
Also, I hope the text color I chose for Adelmar's dialogue isn't too 'bright'. If it's obnoxious I can find a darker color.
As he approached the stranger, Adelmar noticed that they were, in fact, a woman, and she was dressed in a practical set of leathers, yet they seemed less suited for protection and more for 'looks' than typical leather cuirasses or jerkins. In terms of looks, she was certainly fair-looking, yet there was something about her that made her seem like far more than just another traveler heading into Brugge. She had a powerful air about her, yet it wasn't the stuffy and arrogant one he often associated with nobility - it seemed to come from a more 'natural' and primal source than that. He wasn't quite sure what that power he felt was, but figuring that out was one of the last things on his mind at present.
At her wave, he inclined his head in acknowledgement of her greeting, and, in response to her previous statement, he merely replied with a civil, equally pleasant-sounding, "Indeed." This was in response to both her stated and implied remark to him, for, as it was, he was finding it more and more difficult to refrain from being involved. The only thing keeping him from trying to do something about the whole spectacle was the knowledge that nothing he could do would be of much help to anyone.
"The city certainly seems to be in quite a stir today, doesn't it," the bard stated, gesturing at the general chaos occurring at the city's gates casually enough, but the look in his eyes was one indicating an unspoken question. I take it you're not keen on trying to get through there right now, either?
At her wave, he inclined his head in acknowledgement of her greeting, and, in response to her previous statement, he merely replied with a civil, equally pleasant-sounding, "Indeed." This was in response to both her stated and implied remark to him, for, as it was, he was finding it more and more difficult to refrain from being involved. The only thing keeping him from trying to do something about the whole spectacle was the knowledge that nothing he could do would be of much help to anyone.
"The city certainly seems to be in quite a stir today, doesn't it," the bard stated, gesturing at the general chaos occurring at the city's gates casually enough, but the look in his eyes was one indicating an unspoken question. I take it you're not keen on trying to get through there right now, either?
Cyryl probably won't pick it up at first then, Sorceress' and Nilfgaard don't really mix
All right, that works.
@The Fated Fallen He has one, but it's not as strong and distinct as it used to be due to how frequently he moves around.
Adelmar knew that his return to Brugge was likely to be an unpleasant one, but he hadn't been expecting anything like this.
From a ways off, the quadroon observed the goings on in the outskirts of the city with a quiet but boiling sort of indignation, barely resisting the urge to get himself involved in the chaos and telling off the guards that apparently had nothing better to do than harass innocent civilians. The last thing he needed was to be thrown in jail before even giving a single speech, and, for that matter, he wasn’t sure there was much he could do for those who were currently ‘under fire’ from the boorish humans that were kicking them out of the city. He felt disgusted by the behavior of his ‘fellow’ humans, as, despite having some elvish blood, he hardly looked it, though he supposed that was probably for the best in terms of his own safety. And, as it was, he was beginning to question whether he’d be safe enough in Brugge at a time like this - which was an ironic thought for someone whose primary objective in life was to stir up the public and attempt to make large changes in the views and values of the majority.
Letting out a tired-sounding sigh, Adelmar absently ran a hand through his hair as he tried to devise a safe and inconspicuous way to get himself into the city, as it seemed that, at present, he would likely have a hard time not catching someone’s attention - he had a rather memorable face, after all. Quite suddenly, he caught sight of someone on horseback not too far away from him, and they seemed to be hesitating about entering the city at a time like this as well. After a slight hesitation, the bard decided that, if he was going to enter the city, he might as well do so with someone else, and, for that matter, he could use an ally in a relatively unfriendly place such as Brugge. With a renewed sense of determination and a pleasant half-smile on his face, Adelmar approached the stranger at a casual pace, doing his best to seem unconcerned despite his inner apprehension.
From a ways off, the quadroon observed the goings on in the outskirts of the city with a quiet but boiling sort of indignation, barely resisting the urge to get himself involved in the chaos and telling off the guards that apparently had nothing better to do than harass innocent civilians. The last thing he needed was to be thrown in jail before even giving a single speech, and, for that matter, he wasn’t sure there was much he could do for those who were currently ‘under fire’ from the boorish humans that were kicking them out of the city. He felt disgusted by the behavior of his ‘fellow’ humans, as, despite having some elvish blood, he hardly looked it, though he supposed that was probably for the best in terms of his own safety. And, as it was, he was beginning to question whether he’d be safe enough in Brugge at a time like this - which was an ironic thought for someone whose primary objective in life was to stir up the public and attempt to make large changes in the views and values of the majority.
Letting out a tired-sounding sigh, Adelmar absently ran a hand through his hair as he tried to devise a safe and inconspicuous way to get himself into the city, as it seemed that, at present, he would likely have a hard time not catching someone’s attention - he had a rather memorable face, after all. Quite suddenly, he caught sight of someone on horseback not too far away from him, and they seemed to be hesitating about entering the city at a time like this as well. After a slight hesitation, the bard decided that, if he was going to enter the city, he might as well do so with someone else, and, for that matter, he could use an ally in a relatively unfriendly place such as Brugge. With a renewed sense of determination and a pleasant half-smile on his face, Adelmar approached the stranger at a casual pace, doing his best to seem unconcerned despite his inner apprehension.
@frapet Thanks so much! I'll post shortly, then. :] But by the way, I do have a quick question. What time of day is it currently in the RP, and what season?
Well, I finally finished my character. So sorry for the wait. @frapet, I hope that my sign-up looks all right!
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