[Non-Warhammer] Great Charter: Assassin's Creed RP [Discussion/Recruitment]

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**Kasrkai**

1214, Southern England:

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He stepped quietly from his spot among the bushes, as the sun set silently on the horizon, and the ivory moon slowly began to glow with pale light. His wear consisted of a simple brown tunic and leggings, with stiff hide boots. A layer of toughened leather formed to his torso and legs, upon his shoulders a cloak of mottled green and grey. Upon his head he wore a hood of similar green and grey cloth, shadowing his face with a peaked head. Lastly, he held two markings of his status. A triangle with a rounded bottom over his right breast, and a long bow with a full quarrel on his back. He stood in a darkened forest, that which guarded a small grassland plain, it's weeds and foliage green with life, as small insects fluttered about. A large river was at the end, millions of gallons flowing past as fish jumped and wild game greatly drank of it. Immediately to the other side of the river from him, a squat fortress sat, grey and somber, with a black door guarding it's front; a draw bridge to gap the river. The walls were thick, at least eight feet, and twice as tall. From where he stood, he saw a dozen alert archers making regular rounds on the palisades, their man sized bows strung tight in anticipation. In the center of it all, he saw a single tower, rising twice as tall as the walls, granting a view for miles around. Upon it was a single white banner facing directly at him, a red cross emblazoned upon it. Like a shadow, he stepped from the bushes and walked without heed to the fortress, steps like ghosts on the green grasses.

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Hand over hand, he climbed the walls. It was harder in the darkness, harder still in the shadow of the fortress. He worked slowly, letting each hand grope for a gripe, then slowly letting his weight fall on it. He did so with his feet, mostly remembering his previous grips. There were no obvious climbing places, making a simple wall only thrice his height a chore beyond compare. At last, he reached the edge of the palisade, finding a grip wide enough for both hands. Above he heard whispers, two men at least, both french by their words. He placed his feet between his hands, a feat suicide for lesser men. He waited a moment, as both their words were eaten by the night. He could not know what they were saying, as he knew only his native tongue of English.

Nor would he ever know.

He let out a small, shrill whistle, like that of a bird, and one of the archers leaned over the wall, his dull grey helmet concealing his face. He released his hands, and pushed down furiously with his feet. Like a great toad, he launched almost vertically into the air, and caught the guard with his feet, pushing down once more. The force of it launched him almost a full man higher, and forced the unfortunate guard off the wall, his scream muffled by the iron helm and wool stuffing. He saw the second guard immediately, who pulled but a single arrow before he was upon him. His fist, clenched with adrenaline, now came open, and a foot of sharpened steel appeared almost magically as he slammed his hand onto the archers forehead, the blade piercing through his head. Dead instantly. The blade slid silently back into place, as he pulled his cloak about him. He looked to the bottom of the wall. Men in full armors were swinging swords and shields in perfect, drilled unison. Two men over looked this scene from the top of the tower. One was clad in a white robe, a black and red cross on his chest. He was bald, save for the beard on his chin, reaching down to his breast. His skin was the color of tree bark, many wrinkles adorning his face. The other was the polar opposite. His skin was the color of peaches, and wore a short, trimmed beard on his face. He too wore robes, but they were finely made of purest silks, and he was trimmed in the finest of gold and silver, the greatest piece of which was a gem marked crown of pure gold on his head. He noted this finely dressed figure. His target. He pulled his bow and a single arrow, an arrow made with fine ebony, silver, and hawk feathers. He notched it on his bow, quiet as a ghost, and took aim, trained eyes judging distance and drop, with his cloak hinting at the still air. He pulled up his bow, aiming down the arrow, and pointed it at King John. He had no doubt he would make the shot, a minor miracle for lesser bowmen. But he was no rdinary man.

After all, he had hunted the King's game, mocked his contests, slew his taxmen, and laid arrow into arrow whenever he pleased.

Robin of Locksley never missed.

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Especially when he never gets a chance.

He had failed. A simple mistake. The first guard he had eliminated had not died on impact with the ground. He had limped to the door, and alerted his fellow Templars. Now famed Robin of Locksley was chained and shackled down, the burly man who had been with King John standing over him, brandishing a massive axe. They were on a podium, raised several feet off the ground. Around them, the Knights Templar were making cat calls and phrases about his mother, neither clean nor clever. King John stepped onto the podium, and a round of cheers and beating of shields rose from the crowd. He raised his hand for silence, and began another of his bland speeches. "I will not make a grand gesture tonight, friends. I will only say this: You were right after all. These "Assassins" did want my head after all." he leaned towards Robin and dropped his voice a note: "Perhaps you wonder why the Templars who wanted me dead not so long ago, now have guarded me so well? I'll show you why". He reached inside his robe, and pulled out what seemed to be an ordinary document from royalty. There were no words upon it. Instead, a mirage of lines constantly shifted and formed various phrases and words in many tongues. John stroked it gently. "The secret to my rule, and those who came before me: 'The Word of God'. With this, my people will obey me, even if they do not wish to. However, you and your kind came along, and your glorious leader" he spat the last words like poison, "came and began spreading some kind of counter weight. Now my barons and wardens begin to rise up against me. These fine warriors wanted this 'Apple of Eden', and joined the resistance against me in a complex maneuver. Even they didn't know of the work of your kind until recently, but when the did find out, they came to me in good will: I would join them and let them have use of this Apple, and they would crush this uprising". He placed the Apple back into his robe, and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Had you even killed me, it would not have made much difference to our plans. So much is the irony of your kind". He turned and lightly gestured to the brute above Robin. "Last words?" he said with a slight sneer to his voice.

Robin broke out into a grin, despite impending doom. "Just a few words and a song: Of first, you will not win John. I may not see it, but your 'Word of God' will soon rule the people no longer. I made a plan, one that will not be felled, no matter how many of us die. Soon, a great charter will replace your Word: Magna Carta, and all men will be free at last". With that, he drew in a breath, and let out a whistle, deep and resounding, somehow carrying a gentle melody. For a moment, nothing, then, death. A rain of arrows flew into the fortress, dropping a dozen knights in one fell swoop. The executioner looked to John, who shouted a curse. "Kill him! Kill him and his 'Merry Men'!" he shouted, as he ran into the fortress. The executioner raised his axe above Robin's head. Robin began to laugh heartily, shouts of rage and ringing of battle quiet in comparison.

"No use John. It's already begun!"

The executioner raised the axe back.

"Magna Carta John! MAGNA CARTA!"

The axe fell.

Disclaimer: Assassin's Creed is the property of Ubisoft, and all ideas, events, and canon characters are their property and theirs alone.

Hello, and welcome to Great Charter, a roleplay based on Ubisoft's Assassin's Creed game. This roleplay will follow a fictional scenario in the Assassin's Creed universe, taking place during the Rule of King John, around the time of Magna Carta's writing, showing what may have been in such a time. Players will be members of The Assassin Order, and will work towards freeing England from a Templar threat. A traditional PM and event system will be used, along with some numbers for special scenarios.

Post characters and interest:

ASSASSIN:

Name:
Age:
Pic/Description:
Bio:
*Gear: Hidden Blade (Always)

*Two weapons and two tools:

Weapon: Sword, Hammer, Mace ; Dagger, Dual Knives, Metal Cestus

Tools: Smoke bomb, Bow, Poison Darts, Fake money, Grappling Hook, Second Hidden Blade

TEMPLAR: (By request)

Name:
Age:
Pic/Description:
Bio:
*Gear:

*Weapon and Armor

Weapon: Claymore, Axe, Spear ; Sword & Shield, Mace & Shield, Bow & Sword/Hammer

Armor: Leather, Chain, Plate (Affects movement and protection, respectively.)

EX:

Robin of Locksley (AKA: Robin Hood), Assassin
Age: 32
Pic/Description:

Bio: A former noble recruited into the Assassin Order, Robin of Locksley was a fine archer and rebel of the King. At his time of death, Robin was the leading member of the England Order, and a master of archery and free-running.
Gear: Hidden Blade / Bow

Charles the Big, Templar
Age: 43
Pic/Description:

Bio: A former crusader, Charles has been sent to aid John in England, and commands the Templar Knights in England.
Gear: Claymore, Shield, Chain

PLAYERS:

COOLYO:

Name: Samuel Lineus
Age: 25
Description: A plain looking man with brown hair and eyes of the same color. Wears a traditional Assassin cloak. He is very serious and talks only when necessary.
Bio: Samuel is a master of stealth, able to kill and quickly blend into the shadows. Along with being a master of stealth, Samuel is also a champion knife fighter. He joined the Assassin Order at the age of 23 after Robin Hood saved him from being killed by the Templars. Other then the fact that he was an outlaw, little is known about his past.

Equipment: Dual knives, smoke bombs, and a grappling hook

NICHOLAS:

Nicholas Delaney
Age-20
Description-Gold Cloak with red fringe, black hair, young.
Bio-One of the newest recruits in the assassins can be reckless. He prefers to hide in plain sight then the shadows, using his natural charisma to aid in his stealth. Pre-assassins Nicholas was an artist, and very connected to most noble families. His art was then banned by the Church and secretly the Templars, for it's radical views. This fall from grace landed him into the arms of the assassins, who directed his anger to what had actually ruined him. He also works anti-templar propaganda when not on missions.

Gear-sword, dagger, fake money, poison darts

KLIMINO:

Name: Klimino
Age: 17

Bio: klimino grew up on the streets, alone and hungry, being forced to steal food just so she could survive. One day she tried to steal from an odd looking blacksmith. She ended up easily stopped by the man. He ended up taking pity on her and took her in as his apprentice. They formed a strong bond and klimino looked up to him like a father. As life moved on klimino noticed some strange things about him though. He would often disappear for hours, and wouldn't tell her why or to were. Often times a murder of some official or church guard would turn up soon after the late night outing. Eventually klimino asked him and he decided to finally tell her the full truth.

He was from a far away land called Japan, where he was wanted for killing a samurai while defending some farmers from being executed as an example to no one. So he sneaked onto a boat to avoid capture and after it set sail took it over by kidnapping the captain and made them set sail to china. After landing he wanted to get farther away so he took a job with a trading caravan as a bodyguard and went to England, were he stayed and opened up a shop using the payment he had been given( trade goods,not Chinese money as it would be worthless in England). While living there,some guys called the Templars started harassing him to stop making such "unholy" weapons and selling them to whoever could afford them. He eventually was forced to give in but swore to get back at the Templars. So he started making the weapons in secret and attacked their officials in the night to try and cause chaos. Eventually a group called the Assassin's Order came to him and he agreed to fight with them.

Mesmerized by this tale, Klimino begged to be taught how to make these "unholy" weapons, and eventually was taught the art of making a Katana. not long after, some men showed up, and klimino was told to hide. What he saw next he never forgot. Some men he later learned were Templars broke the door down and arrested his master. As he watched them drag him outside, he saw an epic fight happen as his master broke free, but in the end he was killed by archers. Angered by this, Klimino took what she could and searched for this Assassin's Order. He eventually was found instead and recruited. She has sworn to get her revenge,even if it means death.

Gear: Hidden Blade, Katana. throwing knives, poison darts.

INEPTUS ASTARTES

Name: Ferroz Khan (Ferr-oze, Kaan)
Age: 17
Pic/Description: tan, middle eastern look, hood and baclava.
Bio: Ferroz was an orphan, a boy who lived on the streets of (Unknown) for most of his childhood, at age eight, he was taken in by the Hashashin, trained in the arts of killing and sabotage, after many years of this, he was sent to the Grimwood (Is that right?) To join the order in spirit as well as in name.
*Gear: Hidden Blade, Scimitar, Dagger, Bow, Poison Darts.

BLACK TEMPLAR

Name: Sam Meril
Age: 19
Pic/Description: Tall, blonde, Blue eyes and light skin
Bio: It is a the family buisness Sam's father was killed by a templar so the brought Sam closer to be a assassion to avenge his father. One his 16 birthday all he's family took him to their temple and thats when he became a assassion. His first target was a templar leader he ended his life after 3 days of tracking with a single arrow through his throat. He is still hunting the temple to avenge his father.
*Gear: Hidden Blade, Dagger, Bow and Grappling Hook.

NPCS:

Name: John Jenken AKA Little John, Assassin
Age: 47
Pic/Description:

Bio: A close friend of Robin Hood, John Jenken (known famously as "Little John", a play on his size) was a rouge and thief in his time. After a duel with Robin Hood, which he won, Robin recruited him into the Assassin's Order as his right hand man. John is a warrior type of Assassin, refusing to wear the robes, donning leather armor instead. With the death of Robin Hood, John has become the leader of the English Guild by silent inheritance.

Gear: Staff, Leather, Hidden Blade, Grapple

Name: James O'Donne
Age: 24

Bio: James O'Donne is the current Head of Intelligence for the Assassin's Order in England. Unlike most others in England, James was born into the Assassin's Order, raised from birth to fight the Templars. An accident when he was born left him without the ability to taste or smell, making him odd among his friends. As an Assassin, James is by-the-book, following the words of his teachers like a Bible. As a person, James is a silent and obedient follower, and a harsh and cruel leader. Outside of contracts, he works to find out about anything and everything happening.

Name: Erico
Age: 25

Bio: Erico Lineus is Samuel's brother. He was originally a farmer, but joined the Assassin Order because the Templars had burned down his farm and murdered his wife for not paying their harsh taxes.
Gear: Longbow, Grappling Hook, Smoke Bombs.

**WARORK93**

An AC RP? Consider me interested...

**Coolyo294**

Name: Samuel Lineus
Age: 25
Description: A plain looking man with brown hair and eyes of the same color. Wears a traditional Assassin cloak. He is very serious and talks only when necessary.
Bio: Samuel is a master of stealth, able to kill and quickly blend into the shadows. Along with being a master of stealth, Samuel is also a champion knife fighter. He joined the Assassin Order at the age of 23 after Robin Hood saved him from being killed by the Templars. Other then the fact that he was an outlaw, little is known about his past.
Image:

Equipment: Dual knives, smoke bombs, and a grappling hook

**Kasrkai**

I should change "Knives" to "Dual Knives" to be specific.

**Coolyo294**

Kk.

**Kasrkai**

Hmmmm... Should players be able to play Templars?

In other news, I thought Robin Hood was quite clever. All agreed?

**Coolyo294**

1) No.
2) Yes, very clever.

**WARORK93**

Kasrkai wrote:Hmmmm... Should players be able to play Templars?

In other news, I thought Robin Hood was quite clever. All agreed?

Indeed I do...very original...

I would say that people should have the choice to play Templars but I would advise them that it would require a certain style of writing to play...

**Kasrkai**

Alright, playing a Templar will be on request and by competent players.

**Coolyo294**

Small question, but will we be wearing the traditional white Assassin robes or will we be wearing green robes like the one in the picture?

**Kasrkai**

That's really a player choice. Robin was a master so he wore what he pleased, but if you want white robes like Altair, do as you like! Anything so long as it's roughly "Assassin". Templars MUST wear their gear accordingly however, they may have small trinkets, like a bear pelt cape.

**Coolyo294**

I think I'll wear a plain grey cloak then.

**lord commissar klimino**

ill join.love assassins creed.

**Coolyo294**

Then you should probably make a character.

**lord commissar klimino**

i need an idea 1st...throw some at me.i need inspiration!

**WARORK93**

Medeval England right? I wonder what everyone's opinion of Scot characters are...

**ineptus astartes**

I would join, maybe as an...I dunno...

**WARORK93**

ineptus astartes wrote:I would join, maybe as an...I dunno...

Ever play Assassin's Creed?

**ineptus astartes**

Once or twice, at a friends house, don't know a lot about it but coolyo sent me a link to the wiki.

**thenoobbomb**

I have all so far, but Im not going to buy the latest. Its now more a yearly event then a game, and the plot hole in brotherhood got me puking.
It got me a bit like this:

**WARORK93**

thenoobbomb wrote:I have all so far, but I'm not going to buy the latest. Its now more a yearly event then a game, and the plot hole in brotherhood got me puking.

-frowns- Plothole? I haven't played all of them but I never saw a major plothole....

**ineptus astartes**

Aside from the fact that robin hood was a rapist?

**Azza007**

I have to say I don't remember seeing a plot hole in the last one.

**ineptus astartes**

Well...I do not quite remember seeing much at all past the blood spraying everywhere.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

Hmm, I am extremely intrigued, as I am a massive fan of AC...

... save me a spot, pretty please...

**Nicholas**

Nicholas Delaney
Age-20
Description-Gold Cloak with red fringe, black hair, young.

Bio-One of the newest recruits in the assassins can be reckless. He prefers to hide in plain sight then the shadows, using his natural charisma to aid in his stealth. Pre-assassins Nicholas was an artist, and very connected to most noble families. His art was then banned by the Church and secretly the Templars, for it's radical views. This fall from grace landed him into the arms of the assassins, who directed his anger to what had actually ruined him. He also works anti-templar propaganda when not on missions.

Gear-sword, dagger, fake money, poison darts

**WARORK93**

I'm going to say this right now based on what I've seen in other RPs: What separates the mediocre RPs from the great RPs is the dedication of the RPers..

What I mean by that is if you all want this RP (which IMO is based on a really good idea thanks to Kasr) to be a better than average one then we will all have to put the effort in and that starts with the profiles, lets see some detail and some description and possibly some pictures, lets make this great not just good.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

Very true Warork

*round of applause*

**Coolyo294**

I updated my post with a picture and some more information.

**lord commissar klimino**

Name: klimino/the katana kid.
Age: 17
Pic/Description:

Spoiler:

Bio: klimino grew up on the streets,alone and hungry,being forced to steal food just so she could survive. one day she tried to steal from an odd looking blacksmith.she ended up easily stopped by the man.he ended up taking pity on her and took her in as his apprentice. they formed a strong bond and klimino looked up to him like a father. as life moved on klimino noticed some strange things about him though.he would often disappear for hours,and wouldn't tell her why or to were.often times a murder of some official or church guard would turn up soon after the late night outing. eventually klimino asked him and he decided to finally tell her the full truth.

he was from a far away land called japan,were he was wanted for killing a samurai while defending some farmers from being executed as an example to no one.so he snuck onto a boat to avoid capture and after it set sail took it over by kidnapping the captain and made them set sail to china.after landing he wanted to get farther away so he took a job with a trading caravan as a bodyguard and went to England,were he stayed and opened up a shop using the payment he had been given( trade goods,not Chinese money as it would be worthless in England). while living there,some guys called the templars started harassing him to stop making such "unholy" weapons and selling them to whoever could afford them. he eventually was forced to give in but swore to get back at the templars. so he started making the weapons in secret and attacked their officials in the night to try and cause chaos. eventually a group called the assassins guild came to him and he agreed to fight with them.

memorized by this tale,klimino begged to be taught how to make these "unholy" weapons,and eventually was taught the art of making a katana. not long after,some men showed up,and klimino was told to hide.what he saw next he never forgot.some men he later learned were templars broke the door down and arrested his master. as he watched them drag him outside,he saw and epic fight happen as his master broke free,but in the end he was killed by archers. angered by this,klimino took what she could and searched for this assassins guild. he eventually was found instead and recruited. she has sworn to get her revenge,even if it means death.

Gear: Hidden Blade,katana. throwing knives ,poison darts.