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The Man in the White Hood part 2I wasn't surprised when he accepted my offer to continue traveling with me, after all this man had no idea where he was, which still made me snicker ever so often. I wasn't born into skyrim myself but i could still find my way around. i led Altair down the last stretches of the mountain and out of the snow, he was still wearing my cloak but he had at least stopped shivering. his stupid looking horse kept slipping in the muddy rivers that were replacing the snow, ever so often i would hear a snort and Altair whisper something. the first time this happened i nearly jumped out of my skin, i spun in my saddle reaching for my sword stopping and getting annoyed when i saw it was just that stupid horse leaping sideways its legs coated in mud. i sighed turning forward ignoring the sound as best i could my horse, Night, was smart enough to avoid those runs of mud. As we rode i did notice that Altair was a fairly skilled horseman, he kept his horse calmThe Man in the White Hood part 2 by AltairandLier
Know Thyself excerpt: The Plaza (preview)Alright, where was he this time?Know Thyself excerpt: The Plaza (preview) by The-Itchy-Bird
It didn't seem necessary in such a realm, but he had kept his eyes shut as he phased through the portal. Wherever he was at the moment, the feeling of the beam grew less. It still lingered in his body, but he surely felt that he was at another place from the Library. He took a risk and cracked open his eyes.
Perhaps he should not have been that taken aback, but he was. Desmond found himself facing a tall structure, experience making him deem it as a church tower. Eyes shooting upward, he immediately recognized it as the tower he had climbed as he relived Ezio Auditore de Firenze's youth.
Now, if that wasn't enough of a clue to who "the Second" was, then fuck it.
Curiosity beating him, he tore off his gaze and turned about to face the rest of the area. As he observed, it was a square community area. Same limestone (It was limestone, wasn't it?) pavement. Mediterranean shrubbery and trees peaking out every now and the
And the glass won't be parting - Chapter 5And the glass won't be parting - Chapter 5 by IAmAnaFoxy
I’m standing behind the counter of the Inagua’s tavern looking at the ship sailing into the haven – past rocks protecting the island from unwanted attention and towards the pier – to drop anchor. To moor. For two months I haven’t seen this ship and thought I probably never would. But there she is – the black flag is flapping above the white sails and the bird figure on the bow is as if looking busily – like a landlord observing what changes did the island gained since the last time he’s been here.
He came back.
And I am standing behind the counter of the tavern. Yes, I really am, it’s not a silly joke I’d make after losing in some stupid bet. But…why?
It is a long story.
It has all started when I finally found out I wasn’t sick with some deadly and contagious disease. In fact I was pregnant. And I still am. I realized it when my month bleeds didn’t come again, for the second time alre