Recent Events.

Hey there, fellow bloggies.

Or those of you who still read my words and try to imagine my voice along with them.

I've been gone for what has felt like years but in reality has only been months. While I was away, terrible things happened.

I shall only mention the slightly less serious event, as I do not feel I have the right to share news of more serious cases.

Our blogland has split apart. The blogland I remember was filled with people cracking jokes, sharing news about life and having fun. I was a part of that blogland. I made great friends there. First, I only made small talk. I would start a small conversation and then leave. Soon, I got into the big stuff. You see, there are 2 main characters in the real story I'm about to tell: Dragona Pine and Kallista Pendragon. People who were once friends. Good people. Honest people.
We all began sharing ideas, and eventually writing our own amateur stories. Fanfictions, if you like.

We collaborated, made our own characters and wrote our literature, slowly becoming more professional.
Then school and a teenager's life took over and I drifted apart. Well, when I say apart I don't mean we fell out, I just mean I began to appear less and less. Modest as I try to be, whenever I come on I am greeted with a series of virtual hugs from almost everyone there.
When I next went on to the chat room that Dragona and Kallista spent most of their time on, I was greeted only by Dragona, Aquila and some others. When I asked where all the others were (This chat room was normally very full, you see), I was told that they would not come back to it.

When I asked why, I was told that there had been an argument. That somehow, Kallista and her friends had started a fight and done some terrible things and that they had (Forgive me if my memory is incorrect) issued threats out to the bloggies, to people that I'd known for years, literally.

Upset and confused, I went to Kallista, who offered a very different explanation as to the separation between the two "Teams" if you like. She said that Dragona and his friends had been trying to control the bloggers in a way. Simple things, like changing their user name or their profile picture. Simple things that annoyed others. They didn't want to be told what to do, so they revolted in a way. Then more arguments flared up and as far as I know, Dragona and Kallista haven't spoken to each other since.

I don't know which story is most accurate, or why any of it broke out, but I'm here to tell you ALL these words.

Forgive and forget.

Newcomers to blogs and chat rooms have been confused because of the arguments that have been flying around. Look back on old blog posts and the comments on those posts. We were all friends once. I want us to be again.

I don't know what really happened, but I think we should forget the past (except the good parts). I'd like very much for both DRAGONA PINE and KALLISTA PENDRAGON to comment on this blog post and apologize to each other for whatever misunderstandings you've had over the times.

Yes, I was told not to go anywhere near Kallista and her friends by Aquila and Dragona. Yes, I was told not to try and convince Dragona and Aquila to be friends again. I've been in contact with all of you.

I'm forgetting that advice, and I'm rather annoyed at you all.

I remember a good place where I could come and forget my worries and chat with friends.
Let us open that place again.

Assassin's Creed Fanfiction (Teaser)

Hello, Bloggies.

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.

Another Bout of Artwork...

 

 Inspired by Tim Burton's Dark Shadows.


Sorry for the differentiation on size... an iPod contains a terrible camera.


If you really like this stuff, could you give me suggestions? Thanks,

- Sarthacus.

Drawings- Over Here Tom!

Below are my recent "Assassin's Creed" drawings- with a modern twist.

My Name is Ezio Audetore da Firenze. I am an Assassin.

Hey there, bloggers.

I just wanted ot tell you guys that in the next few weeks I will be working on an Assassin's Creed fanfiction. I'm hoping to have it based on someoe fro mFirenze. I need Italian names form the time.

Like ____ Audetore Da Firenze.

I'm planning on having the man related to Ezio.


Thanks for the names,

Sarthacus.

Could it be...? My God! Sarthacus has posted some Fanfiction! SKULDUGGERY PLEASANT STYLE!!!

“Seriously?”

“What?”

“You have stubble now?”

“Well, saving countries is one thing, but shaving… it’s not fun. Plus, I like people to know that I’m male.”

“I’m fairly sure you saved the world a lot.”

“That’s for Valkyrie to do. Not forgetting Skulduggery of course.”

Sarthacus Bolt shook hands with an old friend – Dragona Pine. They’d first met in a bar; a man had been trying to pick a fight with Sarthacus. One thing led to another, and he had got the whole bar fighting for a drink and entertainment.

“Ya pickin’ a fight, pal?”

“I’m not your pal,” Sarthacus said. “And you don’t want to know what happened to the last guy who did this.”

Dragona laughed. “A real life déjà vu episode! But try to keep his teeth intact, and his arms connected to his shoulders.”

“Just a sec,” and Sarthacus grabbed a hand coming for his face, twisted his body and the man’s arm, flipping him over. He then dislocated the man’s elbow, and winded him.

“Sarthacus, I said keep his arms intact!”

“You said arms! I only did one of them. And I think we have a very special guest here.”

“Really? Who?”

“Look at the door to the left. Look past the man vomiting on the table and look for the thin one.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“What?”

“Skulduggery? Here?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“Skulduggery doesn’t exactly drink, does he? He’d make a mess of his trousers. He’s a skeleton for god’s sake. It’d fall right to the bottom… and I didn’t mean it literally. I don’t think he has one.”

“Only you could think like that, Dragona.”

“Nope, I’m sure he’s thought about it too.”

“Well, he’s obviously here for information. Let’s ask.”

They walked over to Skulduggery, and Sarthacus tapped him on the shoulder. Skulduggery turned around, his façade covering his skull.

“Well, if it isn’t a friend and a friend of a friend who I would count as an acquaintance. Mr. Pine I believe? A pleasure.”

Dragona shook hands with Skulduggery. “Good to meet you at last.”

“Yeah, well, enough o’ that.” Said Sarthacus. “What do you need help with?”

“Jumping to the middle already?”

“You seem to know me better than anyone.”

“Billy-Ray Sanguine has been spotted in the Barrwood campsite.”

“And how is he still here?”

“He’s wounded. I’ve got Valkyrie checking his movements right now.”

“So you want us to help her?”

“I was actually looking for Tanith somewhere around here, but now that you mention it… no. you’re not involved.”

Dragona looked dismayed, but Sarthacus said, “Well thanks, Skulduggery. We’ll see you at Barrwood then.”

“Seven o’clock, the entrance.”

As they walked out, Dragona asked, “And how did you get him to let us in?”

“Skulduggery’s jokes are good, but you need to be with him for a few years to understand joke codes.”

“So… your car or mine?”

“I don’t have a car, Dragona.”

“I was joking.”

“So, my car then?”

“But you don’t have a car…”

“Yes, right now I’m making a joke code. I’m saying that I don’t have a car, and you offer yours, so I say we go with mine. As I don’t have a car, I say we go with the healthy option. We walk or run there.”

“Ok…”

“So, into my car.”

“Screw that, I’m giving you a lift.”

“You know, I knew you would say that.”

It was half past six when they arrived.

“Can you see anything?”

“Yes,” said Sarthacus, igniting a flame and a stick with it. He handed the stick to Dragona. “Here you go.”

“I’m an elemental too, you know.”

“I know. I just take all chances I see to mock people.”

They came to Valkyrie.

“You’re not going to introduce me are you?”

“You? God no. Just follow my lead.” He walked up to her. “Valkyrie!” he said and hugged her.

“Um… hi Sarthacus. Skulduggery said you’d be coming.”

“Just Sarthacus?” Dragona asked.

“I think so,” Valkyrie said.

“What a kind man he is turning out to be.”

“Don’t worry,” Valkyrie said, “He gets better. I’m Valkyrie Cain.”

“Dragona Pine.”

There was a sound of crunching gravel, and the Bentley parked beside Dragona’s car.”

“Dragona, Skulduggery’s car is way cooler than yours.”

“Oi, shut it. My car’s better in terms of looks.”

“No, It’s not.”

“It’s faster.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“It was made more recently. Say no to that one.” Dragona looked smug in the darkness.

“No.”

“What?”

“Skulduggery’s Bentley has bee through more damage than Valkyrie, and that’s a lot. It’s practically been remade, just with the exact same looks. Which are cooler than yours.”

Valkyrie couldn’t help but giggle.

“You,” Dragona whispered, “Are the most annoying man I’ve ever met.”

“No, don’t forget that woman in Italy. She was following us around everywhere we went.”

“Oh her. Wait, is this the one you threw sticks at or the one who stole your money?”

“Same person.”

“Oh, Yeah, she was annoying.”

Skulduggery walked up with two people by his side. “You’re early,” Skulduggery said.

“As usual,” Sarthacus said.

“No, you’re usually quite late. Anyway, I’ve got some backup. Kallista Pendragon and Bridget Whiplash.”

“Hang on… Skulduggery, are you okay? You sound different.”

“What? Do I? How strange. Well, anyway–”

“Skulduggery, show me your face.”

Skulduggery looked up, revealing sunglasses, a thick scarf and ears.

“Skulduggery, why do you have your façade up with your disguise?” Dragona asked.

“Now!” Skulduggery barked.

Kallista and Bridget went for Sarthacus and Dragona, Skulduggery moving for Valkyrie. They each countered the grab and prepared their magic.

Billy Ray Sanguine took off a hat and scarf, but kept the sunglasses on. Tanith Low, disguised as Bridget, drew her sword and swiped at Sarthacus’ long black coat, missing by the breadth of a hair. A female necromancer made knives appear out of nowhere and threw them at Dragona.

He rolled out of the way, retaliating with fire.

Tanith kicked Sarthacus in the chest, thrusting with her sword and preparing foe a counter. Sarthacus fell back, rolling away from the sword and shooting his classic elemental weapon: the Branch.

It smashed Tanith right in the face, and Sarthacus scrambled up and ran with Valkyrie and Dragona into the Barrwood forest.

To be Continued in Part 2...

Sneak Peaks!

FULL MASTERY: TELEPORTATION!

Dakota ran. The zombies were behind her and they were catching up. Stirling was overrun with the things, the Thistle Centre being a popular place to meet up and… throw up. Dakota had tried to get into the ‘Base’ of the zombies.

There had been many more there, but nothing out of the disgusting. The zombies were huge, they could run like an Olympic sprinter, and they spat lots of blood. Their skin was a grainy colour of grey, and pure yellow eyes shone dimly in the dark.

Dakota Lake was a spawn of Nature, her acquired power being able to teleport. Apparently she might gain telekinesis, but that was a completely different matter. Right now there was a gang of zombies sprinting after her.

She needed to teleport, but there was nowhere to go just yet. She couldn’t picture a place in her head, and there were no roofs high enough to let her escape. Soon though. There were houses ahead of her, and the Saint Columbus Church was a good option. Dakota looked up, and teleported to the roof of the church. There was a blast of desert heat, followed immediately by a soothing coolness as orange shadows swirled around her.

She felt like she was falling for a second while time froze, and when she reached her destination, the smoke billowed away and time resumed its countdown to the next sequence of events.

Dakota allowed herself to pause for a moment to regain some needed energy. The zombies were shrieking, spitting lots of blood, while looking around. One of them howled and spat in her direction, then the rest of them started running to the church. Dakota still had time, and she cleared her mind. Beak Street Hospital, she thought. She imagined the room she had first woken up in while in that world.

She teleported, and appeared right behind Karmaloss. He looked as if he was chewing something. Dakota tapped his shoulder. He jumped up, looked around and said; “Please don’t do that. I could’ve choked on my food.”

“Never mind, there was no lead zombie. There were just more of them.”

“And I see you’re covered in blood. Again.”

“I’d like to see you do better.”

Number 2 Below

An hour later Dakota was dressed in a skin-tight suit with a symbol on it that resembled a vine. A woman stood a few metres away from her, and told Dakota what to do.

“OK, I want you to try and make a vine shoot towards you from that tree. Like so,” and a thick green vine shot from the tree. “Just focus on the tree as a whole, then focus inwards on what the tree is made of. Imagine all of the leaves coming together and stretching into a vine. Then try and pull it towards you.”

“Um,”

“Go on, just try. It’s a lot easier after you’ve done it once.”

Dakota exhaled and looked at the tree. She focused on the tree, then thought of the leaves pulling together and shooting out towards her hand.

Amazingly, it happened.