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Wisdom, Sorrow Chapter 1Assassin's Creed - Post Game Altair

“I've never seen anything like it," Malik said, his voice tinged with awe as he stared at the apparition cast by the Piece of Eden. Though he'd retrieved it for Al Mualim, he'd never seen what the treasure was capable of. "Altair…what is it?”

“It’s a curse. A weapon of lies and deception.”

“Will you destroy it, then?”

He didn’t answer. The biblical passage that Al Mualim had recited as he died still rang in his mind. For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow. There was much truth in the words, he reflected, though it

Wisdom, Sorrow Chpt. 2He and Malik prepared and played hosts for the next few days, while the Bureau leaders and Assassins arrived from afield. Malik was really more suited to the task of host, but he was happy to assist where he could. He made sure the kitchens and all other provisions were well stocked for the days ahead, a challenge since no one was sure just how long the Conclave would take.

He went in search of the overseer of the garden attendants, just to make sure she knew what to expect. She smiled when she saw him approaching.

"Altair, it's been too long since you've visited," she chided. The two attendants sitting next to her giggled behind their hand

Wisdom, Sorrow Chpt. 4The next morning he sought out Malik to confer on where things stood. He found him in the library, sitting at the desk that had belonged to Al Mualim.

"Getting a little practice in for when you are named Master?"

"Very funny," Malik replied dryly. "You certainly seem to be feeling better."

"I slept well," he replied, noticing that Malik had that look about him that told him his friend had something on his mind. "What troubles you, brother?"

"Did you have to kill him, Altair?"

"Abbas?" he asked, surprised.

"He asked for mercy."

"And I showed mercy," he said bluntly. This was not what he expected to hear from Malik, of all people. "Am I

Wisdom, Sorrow Chapter 6The dawn found him sitting cross-legged on the floor. He'd tossed and turned, falling asleep for a brief time only to wake again, the same vague sense of slight unease on the periphery of his mind. He wasn't one to waste time dwelling on the unexplainable, but the events in the stable bothered him. That it followed on the heels of the strange dream made him consider that which sat in front of him as the possible cause. His logical mind dismissed it, but his intuition would not let it go.

He picked up the ornate silver ball. The Piece of Eden. It was inert; no glow or mystery emanating from within it. If he'd been resistant to the thrall, wou

Wisdom, Sorrow Chapter 9The figure moved slowly but steadily away from him, and it began to feel like he was chasing the moon. He'd had quite enough of phantoms and disturbing dreams. It was time to end this – whatever this was, so he followed.

Ahead was a small river, where the figure stopped beneath a tree on its bank. It either could not cross, or it was waiting for him, at long last.

He stopped a few feet away, staring at the back of the cloak. "What do you want from me?" He hated himself for asking it; hated the helpless feeling that swallowed him. He waited, but no reply came. He thought of drawing his sword, but dismissed the idea, his first dream stil

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His journey home from Damascus was almost complete. It had not been easy, but that was just a fact of life this time of year. The Sun beat down mercilessly during the daylight and the land tried to purge itself of the accumulated heat during the night, making rest difficult. Altair stopped yet again to refill his water skins and let Ashara refresh herself in the shallow stream that ran beside the abandoned watchtower. He was surprised to find it still unmanned since he'd cleared it of the soldiers who challenged him when he last passed through. Surprised, but grateful. In the oppressive mid-day heat, a batt

Wisdom, Sorrow Chapter 10Accomplish the task set before me. Finish the mission.

He had numbed himself so that he could function. It took a considerable amount of energy. It was a coping mechanism, this going through the motions.

Unsurprisingly, there was no ambush in the next village, or the succeeding ones. Their trip had been unremarkable since the Captain had been eliminated. Now at long last it was drawing to a close.

Al Adil tried his best to ply them with coin and baubles for their assistance once they'd reached the fortress gate, going so far as to get angry with their refusal. The man obviously disliked feeling indebted to them. Malik coldly and effectivel

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Malik stopped in his tracks. "No."

Altair turned and eyed him impatiently. "It's the shortest route."

Malik crossed his arms, resolved not to give in this time. "The shortest route is not always the wisest one," he replied, casting a wary eye toward the gate. "We should go around it."

"Around it?! It's the largest cemetery in Jerusalem. I am ready to go home! Going around it is ridiculous." He waited and receiving no reply, tried to goad his reluctant friend. "Do not tell me you are afraid of a cemetery, Malik."

Malik's face twisted up with indign

Wisdom, Sorrow Chapter 11He drifted in and out of the realms of Morpheus. He dreamed of past mistakes, dead brothers and blame. Once, he awakened when Malik came into his rooms and asked for his journal, explaining that he wanted to begin work on deciphering the engravings. He'd pointed to his bag and fell back into fitful sleep.

He rubbed his eyes, having lost count of how many times he'd awakened. He squinted against the sun coming through the window, realizing that it must be mid-day. Giving up the fight, he rose from the battlefield and dressed.

Hopefully Malik had made some headway with the engravings. He would try the library first.

Wisdom, Sorrow Chapter 5Assassin's Creed - Altair

Masyaf, One Month Later

Altair moved through the library and paused at the gate to the Garden. His eye was drawn down to the middle terrace by a hooded figure holding a familiar glowing object. His heart skipped a beat. How?

He drew his sword and walked forward. The figure did not move a muscle as he approached and stopped a few feet away. He had half expected that Al Mualim had somehow managed to betray death itself, but the figure was slighter than that of his former Master. The Piece of Eden glowed in its gloved hand. The shadows and the hood of the black cloak he wore hid the face of the intruder.

He raised h

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A/N: This fic switches perspective a few times between Malik and Altair. I've indicated these switches with asterisks.

Malik removed the message from the pigeon's leg and unrolled it. The directive contained in the message from the Master was unmistakable. “How?” he muttered aloud, slowly pacing the confines of the front room of the Bureau.

When the first reports came that someone was systematically killing dozens of Crusader and Saracen soldiers, wiping out entire companies, the Rafiqs were initially unsure what to make of it. The few surviving witnesses began to appear, completely traumatized from what they had

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Altair’s blows were growing weaker. He’d fought for hours, cutting his way to the Crusaders’ King’s tent. He had waded through the Muslim and the Crusader outposts, leaving a bloody body-strewn trail miles long. His conditioning had taken a beating. His breath rasped in his burning parched throat. He heaved air into his lungs as he parried the Templar’s blow. He’d already fought his best men and laid them low, all ten, but it had taken even more out of him. He staggered, his right arm numb with the force of the swings and countless parries he’d done to keep

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It was the smell, more than anything, that he would always remember. The pain was intense, yes, but the scent of his burning flesh as they held him down and cauterized the wound lodged itself in his memory first and foremost.

Al Mualim addressed him. "You have performed well, exceeding your instructor's expectations."

"Thank you, Master."

"Your studies and drills have given you a solid foundation, but I think it is time you were truly tested. I believe you are ready to receive the Mysteries, but the work is yours alone to accomplish. You will spend the next three days in preparation. No food will pass yo

Wisdom, Sorrow Chpt. 3Pain. Somewhere in the fog his mind was trapped in, pain made itself known. It seemed to come from everywhere, like he was burning alive.

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Voices. Close. Someone was touching him and speaking to him. He struggled to focus.

"Can you hear me?" the voice said.

Yes. Blinding pain descended on him, an explosion of red in his mind

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Light. He opened his eyes and found himself in a bed. There was someone singing. Familiar. He turned toward the sound. "Adah?"

"What?" She turned, then laughed. "Why do you look at me as if I'm a ghost?" she sai

Wisdom, Sorrow Chapter 7They arrived in Damascus in the middle of the night, both themselves and their horses worn and weary. They'd run into a fight with a patrol a few hours ago. Luckily neither he nor Malik had sustained serious injury, but the altercation had been long, with more and more soldiers joining the fray. By the time it was done, twenty-one of Saladin's soldiers lay dead. The rest of the ride had been tense as they anticipated more skirmishes, but the darkness proved their ally.

They had stabled the horses at the home of a friend of the Brotherhood located outside the city gates and made their way on foot to the Bureau. It seemed a tremendously long w

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Assassin's Creed - Ubisoft Art Book Project

by ~Nevar23, Sep 16, 2010, 9:25:03 AM
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Greetings, Assassin lovers! This feature is a celebration of the artwork created by deviants for the Ubisoft Carte Blanche Artbook project. Though these artworks weren't selected, I hope you'll agree these incredible pieces deserve recognition by clicking the little green fav button to the left. I wish this was a comprehensive list, but I'm sure I've missed a few and a few have yet to be posted on DA, so feel free to link them in the comments below.

Many thanks to all the artists for sharing your beautiful vision, and thanks to Ubisoft for creating such an amazing franchise!

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Assassin's Creed - Ubisoft Art Book Projectby ~Nevar23

Journals / Art News / Fan Art

~flamingchibi Nov 9, 2012

I would have loved to see a medieval Assassin. thats just me though lol

*BrandyWoods Feb 8, 2011 Student General Artist

Wow, thanks for featuring mine, too! I'm definitely wondering what the final product looks like, with all the awesome pieces I see that actually got passed over, wow. o_o