It feels like it has been years. This is a small teaser to a fan fiction that I will be writing later on...
It's based in Istanbul (Constantinople) in the 1500s.
Above is the Turkish Assassin Armour that Sarthacus wears*, as do many assassins.
*Sarthacus wears his without the mask.
This is the standard Ottoman Hookblade. It is mainly a navigational tool, but can be used in combat or even for simply picking someones pocket. (I also realise that i have put the images to a very large size, but don't you want to be able to see the fine details of the armour and tools?)
Nothing is true. Everything is permitted.
Those words are what bind us as Assassins.
When I was granted the rank of Assassin, the ceremony was long and honourable. The words spoken to me by the Mentor himself, Ezio Auditore.
"Where other men blindly follow the truth, remember: Nothing is true. Where other men are limited by morality or law, remember: Everything is permitted. We work in the dark to serve the light; We are Assassins."
Then I had a ring of hot metal put around my ring finger. It had quite a sting to it, but didn't last for too long.
After that I was free to do as I pleased. I decided that I would go to the caves just under the Forum of the Ox.
Save the rancid stench on the way down through the sewers, the journey was OK. There were no problems to be seen... however, my other senses picked up some disturbing news. I heard voices far above me. At first I ignored them until I heard the key word: "Suikastci (Assassin)!"
I stopped and listened more closely.
"He must not get his hands on the uniforms. if they were to find out what we were planning we would be dead by midnight!"
Before the man could order any more I ran to the end of the cave. I looked around and found a decent route upwards. As I clung to the last few sections of wall, I heard something worse than I could've ever hoped to find.
"Ah, exquisite! The Grand Master will be pleased. Now all we need to do is kill that damned man... Ah, what's his name? Bolt. Sarthacus Bolt... Yes, that should be easy if you do it right. Where does he stay?"
"The pislik (asshole) stays by Galata Tower, mostly. If we take him out we could infiltrate the whole of the Turkish Assassin Order!"
"That was the general idea. Anyway, let's get Ishak into his gear."
Their whole plan was to take me out and kill all of the Assassins from there.
As I reached the floor of the next level I saw this "Ishak". He was dressed in full assassin armour, hidden blade and all. I slowly stood up and took a step fourth. I heard the faint slink of a tripwire bomb setting itself off, and before I knew it there was an explosion to my left, burning my hood almost completely off and throwing me off of my feet. the rock beneath me began to crumble.
As I slid I unsheathed my hookblade and dragged it back across the rocks. I came to a sudden halt, suspended in mid-air.
I used my momentum to haul myself back up to my feet. I heard more explosions and knew that if I didn't move soon I would most likely die. I bolted for the tunnels, only to see that they had caved in. I then ran to the old scaffolding, thinking that if there had been workers here they would have made a quick route out. I sprang from plank to plank, then hooked onto a nearby lamp to glide over to a round pole of metal which I slid under. Soon enough I saw a glimmer of white light.
I sprinted up the wide tunnel and looked back at the burning wreckage that I had left behind.
A typical day in the Assassin's Brotherhood, I thought.