Queen Victoria: You have honored us with your loyalty and courage. Long may we strengthen the Empire together!
Jacob: Your Majesty. We will always work to ensure the safety of the people.
Evie: But with the greatest respect, our philosophy forbids us from assisting with the expansion of the Empire.
Perhaps, ma’am, you could consider putting an end to your imperialist desires?
Queen Victoria: I understand and respect your position, bound as you are by your Creed. You will indulge me one final time and receive these gifts.
Goodbye and may God bless the noble Fryes!
Jacob: I don’t suppose you’ll be offered any more cake.
Happy birthday (to me) and the noble Frye twins!
Zhang Yong: Your actions here have only delayed the inevitable. Slowing these savages will have only angered them. They will see this as a betrayal and launch a full scale assault.
Shao Jun: They will not reach my land. The Wall will hold them back.
Zhang Yong:
Your land? You think your successes matter? China is just a piece of the prize. We will rule the world, and the box you so kindly presented us, will be yet another tool to achieve a time of peace.
Shao Jun:
Peace? You think you’re a hero, now? I don’t want your world, your control. Give me the box and your death will be fast.
Zhang Yong:
Your box is lost, Assassin, already out of China, in the safe hands of my fellow Templars.
Shao Jun:
Then another Assassin will find the box. That will be their destiny. Mine lies here with you.
Happy birthday Shao Jun!
Kanen’tó:kon: Tell me something. The other Kanien’kehá:ka side with the Loyalists. Our village alone commits to no one. And you seem to favor the Patriots.
Ratonhnhaké:ton: I favor only freedom.
Kanen’tó:kon: They have come to us, you know… The men in red coats. Their commanders have offered to secure our borders in exchange for service.
Ratonhnhaké:ton: You will make no such alliance.
Kanen’tó:kon: Then you would have us join the men in blue?
Ratonhnhaké:ton: I would have you stay out of the conflict.
Kanen’tó:kon: You may wish for us to remain neutral… But I fear it cannot last.
Dickens: Thanks to you, the Ghost Club’s reputation has grown tremendously! We are a beacon of reason in a world beguiled by superstition.
Evie: But I believe we have encountered one genuine spirit.
Dickens: Can you be certain? That’s the question. One might surmise that the spirits that haunt us are simply our deepest fears, manifested as apparitions.
Jacob: Shame. I’ve always wanted to see a ghost. Or a goblin!
Dickens: I propose a toast! To the Ghost Club, and the virtuous twins that have aided it: Miss Evie and Mr. Jacob!
Altaïr: You’ve nowhere to run now. Share your secrets with me.
Talal: My part is played. The Brotherhood is not so weak that my death will stop its work.
Altaïr: What Brotherhood?
Talal: Al Mualim is not the only one with designs upon the Holy Land. And that’s all you’ll have from me.
Altaïr: Then we are finished. Beg forgiveness from your God.
Talal: He’s long abandoned us. Long abandoned the men and women I took into my arms.
Altaïr: What do you mean?
Talal: Beggars, whores, addicts, lepers. Do they strike you as proper slaves? Unfit for even the most menial tasks? No. I took them not to sell, but to save! And yet you’d kill us all, for no other reason than it was asked of you.
Altaïr: No, you profit from the war, from lives lost and broken.
Talal: Yes, you would think that, ignorant as you are. Wall off your mind, eh? They say it’s what your kind do best. Do you see the irony in all this? No, not yet it seems. But you will.
“Fuck you, Abstergo. I’m seeing this through.” – Layla Hassan
As usual, requests and submissions are closed for the time being. It will open back up once I finish the game (whenever that will be).
Hope you guys enjoy Odyssey!
Bayek,
Caesar has been assassinated. Septimius is also dead. I have founded a bureau in the middle of Rome, yet no one knows of our existence. Like Amun, we are… the Hidden Ones.
The irony of freedom. We are free of each other, yet it brings me no happiness. We must move forward. Remain in our tempest of blood poetry. Despite it all, we dance and they die.
From darkness we have come, and in darkness we shall stay. Humans are not meant to last forever. But this Creed will. The Creed is the only immortal thing in the world.
Let nothing grieve you beyond measure. For your life is short, and time will claim its toll. But I am no longer who I was. I have renounced all love I once had.
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