The Lost Treasure of Damascus, Ch.4: The TempleEitan awoke a few hours later, and judging from the moonlight shining from a grating above his tent, it was nighttime. Eitan slowly sat up, then left the tent, snatching his bag up on the way out and making a brisk jog down the tunnel. Eitan took the map out of his sling, glancing over it. “Okay, the next tunnel should be... up... ahead...” Eitan's voice trailed off. He had reached the tunnel he was supposed to enter, but all HE saw was water. “Damn... Guess I'm goin' swimming!” With that, Eitan replaced the map in his sling, and took a running leap into the water. He slid through the water like an eel, effortlessly making his way to the grating blocking off the next tunnel. The grating was ancient and rusted, so a double-slash from his bastard sword took care of it. Eitan swam through the grating, coming up on the other side and rocketing out of the water. He landed on a nearby overhang, then vaulted off it, coming back down to earth on the concrete above the s
The Lost Treasure of Damascus, Ch.3: The Camp“Well, crap,” thought Eitan. Upon arriving at the crossroad, he had been seized by 2 burly mercenaries. They each had one arm pinned, so he couldn't reach his sling or sword. A Templar captain walked out of the right tunnel, approaching Eitan. “So, assassin,” he said. “I see you have walked right into our troops. Not very good for one man, eh? And an enemy of the templar order at that!” He motioned to a nearby guard. “Search him.” The guard rushed over and took Eitan's sling and sword. Conveniently, he didn't notice Eitan's wrist gauntlets. The guard opened the sling, removing Eitan's journal, his dagger, some explosives, some bullets, a crossbow with some clips of bolts, and the treasure map. He spread out the contents, then backed away. The captain strolled over and picked up the map. “Hm, what do we have here?” He unrolled the map, reading it. The captain gasped. “You can't... you can't have... WHERE DID YOU GET THIS?
The Lost Treasure of Damascus, Ch.2: The CrossroadSPLOOSH! Eitan shot down into the sewers, swimming for the bank. When he reached it, he opened his sling, which happened to be airtight and waterproof, and consulted the map. It showed to take a left turn from where he was, then there was a 3-way crossroad down there, and he should take the left tunnel. Eitan set off down the sewer tunnel for the first turn. Upon arrival, Eitan observed some Templar followers lounging about among various cloths and pillows. Lanterns burned and food was highlighted. “Camp,” thought Eitan. He silently slid into the water, making his way under the grating the camp was on. He came up just outside the range of light from the lamps, then turned to go through a tunnel. WUMP. Eitan backed off, looking up. He had slammed face-first into a templar captain, and the captain didn't look happy to see him. The captain roared at the camp, telling them to attack. Eitan released his hidden blade and hookblade, then latched onto the captain's collar with the
The Lost Treasure of Damascus, Ch.1: EitanAh, you have found this story! A great story, surely, for it contains a great exploit of a great man. It matters not how you found this story, only that you DID find it. Now, allow me to tell you of Eitan the Assassin, and his discovery of the lost treasure of Damascus.
Perched high upon a church steeple in the city of Istanbul, a man scanned the cityscape for any suspicious activity. That man's name was Eitan, an assassin prodigy. Born into the Creed, and trained in its ways, Eitan was only in his early 20's, but was already legendary on the streets of Europe and in the Assassin's Creed itself. Eitan kept scanning, then his eyes flicked back to an earlier position. Movement on the bazaar rooftops. Eitan blew his auburn hair out of his eyes, then flipped his hood on. His amber eyes peeked out from under the mess of hood and hair, making him appear to be ethereal. He leaped off the steeple, scraping his way down safely with the use of his hookblade. About halfway down the church wal