“Katey? Oh, he can’t, no, he can’t have… And Lizzie? Not both, not in one night…” – Nellie

Catherine “Kate” Eddowes
☼ 14 April 1842
† 30 September 1888

Elizabeth “Long Liz” Stride

☼ 27 November 1843
† 30 September 1888

allsoundsasscreed:

For twenty years, after the Assassins defeated the Templars in London, the city enjoyed a certain peace.

Until the Autumn of Terror…

In 1888, London is plunged into shadow and fear, by a series of gruesome and unsolvable murders.

The brothels of Whitechapel seem warm and safe by comparison to its streets…

where prostitutes are being mutilated, and left on grotesque display for the world to ogle…

Jacob Frye hunts the elusive killer to bring an end to the Terror of Jack the Ripper.

allsoundsasscreed:

Abbas: Ah. He returns at last.

Altaïr: Abbas.

Abbas: Where are the others? Did you ride ahead hoping to be the first one back? I know you are loathe to share the glory.

Altaïr: …

Abbas: Silence is just another form of assent.

Altaïr: Have you nothing better to do?

Abbas: I bring word from the master. He waits for you in the library. Best hurry. No doubt you’re eager to put your tongue to his boot.

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Altaïr: Another word and I’ll put my blade to your throat.

Abbas: There’ll be plenty of time for that later, ‘brother.’

Dear Boss,

I keep on hearing the police have caught me but they wont fix me just yet. I have laughed when they look so clever and talk about being on the right track. That joke about Leather Apron gave me real fits. I am down on whores and I shant quit ripping them till I do get buckled.

Grand work the last job was. I gave the Lady no time to squeal. How can they catch me now. I love my work and want to start again. You will soon hear of me with my funny little games. I saved some of the proper red stuff in a ginger beer bottle over the last job to write with but it went thick like glue and I cant use it. Red ink is fit enough I hope ha. ha.

The next job I do I shall clip the ladys ear off and send to the police officers just for jolly wouldn’t you.

Keep this letter back till I do a bit more work, then give it out straight.
My knife’s so nice and sharp I want to get to work right away if I get a chance.

Good Luck.

Yours truly,
Jack the Ripper.

Dont mind me giving the trade name. PS Wasnt good enough to post this before I got all the red ink off my hands curse it No luck yet. They say I’m a doctor now. ha ha.