1st Codex Dream Entry
Warnings: None
Effects: Maybe motion sickness? I don’t know.
He was back in Jerusalem; or more specifically the market just outside the city. The guards appeared to be out in more numbers than usual and Altair quickly slipped into a group of passing scholars. All it took was quick word to them about needing to gain entrance to the city undetected and they moved around him, keeping the city guards from spotting the telltale weapons. Mere moments later he was inside; he thanked the scholars absently and headed towards an alley.
“Please sir! Can’t you spare a coin?”
Several beggar women mobbed him and would not allow him to pass and Altair moved them aside to reach a wall he could climb. Only seconds later and he was on the roof. Immediately he started moving; effortlessly running across rooftops and jumping the gaps between buildings. The roofs of Jerusalem were well known to him and he could almost move unthinkingly.
And he did so. He lost himself in the movements: jumped distances that no other would follow, did favors for informants so as to not do them during missions. It did not take long for his mind to blank; thoughts of missions and targets escaped him and for a time he felt as free as the Eagle he was named for.
Ahead, he noticed a group of guards and changed course. He wasn't here to fight, and would prefer to not be chased across the city. However luck appeared to not be fully on his side for he spotted another group of guards ahead, this time accompanied by a Templar; he was fortunate that their backs were turned, and so silently dropped down to the streets.
The Templar would not be here without a mission and so he moved at a slower pace; his head was down and hands clasped, projecting the image of a monk wandering the streets. Only the Templars looked closely enough at all who passed to notice the weapons strapped to his back and so he made sure to give the building the one occupied a wide birth. It was a slow and agonizing pace for him, but soon enough he was away from the danger.
A quick glance was all he needed to identify his location, he noted the church, and that it had carts of hay conveniently positioned, and moved behind the building. He could feel the excitement of the jump even as he moved up the building and crossed to the base of the tower. He had managed to come across the tallest church steeple in Jerusalem, one which frequently did not have landing pads beneath, and was not about to let the opportunity pass.
He could fell the world fall away as he climbed. The noise of the streets faded until all he could hear was the Eagle that made the Church's crucifix it's home. He pulled himself up next to the bird and looked down. A quick calculation was all it took before he jumped, arms extended out as he fell and twisted around, facing the sky as he continued to fall.
He hit the hay beneath him and rolled out, pieces falling away as he moved. A grin tugged at his mouth, the only proof of how much he had enjoyed the jump.
[He woke slowly, but sprang up when he didn't immediately recognize his surroundings. It only took him looking around to identify his home in Somarium and he relaxed back, enjoying the leftover excitement of the jump.]
Effects: Maybe motion sickness? I don’t know.
He was back in Jerusalem; or more specifically the market just outside the city. The guards appeared to be out in more numbers than usual and Altair quickly slipped into a group of passing scholars. All it took was quick word to them about needing to gain entrance to the city undetected and they moved around him, keeping the city guards from spotting the telltale weapons. Mere moments later he was inside; he thanked the scholars absently and headed towards an alley.
“Please sir! Can’t you spare a coin?”
Several beggar women mobbed him and would not allow him to pass and Altair moved them aside to reach a wall he could climb. Only seconds later and he was on the roof. Immediately he started moving; effortlessly running across rooftops and jumping the gaps between buildings. The roofs of Jerusalem were well known to him and he could almost move unthinkingly.
And he did so. He lost himself in the movements: jumped distances that no other would follow, did favors for informants so as to not do them during missions. It did not take long for his mind to blank; thoughts of missions and targets escaped him and for a time he felt as free as the Eagle he was named for.
Ahead, he noticed a group of guards and changed course. He wasn't here to fight, and would prefer to not be chased across the city. However luck appeared to not be fully on his side for he spotted another group of guards ahead, this time accompanied by a Templar; he was fortunate that their backs were turned, and so silently dropped down to the streets.
The Templar would not be here without a mission and so he moved at a slower pace; his head was down and hands clasped, projecting the image of a monk wandering the streets. Only the Templars looked closely enough at all who passed to notice the weapons strapped to his back and so he made sure to give the building the one occupied a wide birth. It was a slow and agonizing pace for him, but soon enough he was away from the danger.
A quick glance was all he needed to identify his location, he noted the church, and that it had carts of hay conveniently positioned, and moved behind the building. He could feel the excitement of the jump even as he moved up the building and crossed to the base of the tower. He had managed to come across the tallest church steeple in Jerusalem, one which frequently did not have landing pads beneath, and was not about to let the opportunity pass.
He could fell the world fall away as he climbed. The noise of the streets faded until all he could hear was the Eagle that made the Church's crucifix it's home. He pulled himself up next to the bird and looked down. A quick calculation was all it took before he jumped, arms extended out as he fell and twisted around, facing the sky as he continued to fall.
He hit the hay beneath him and rolled out, pieces falling away as he moved. A grin tugged at his mouth, the only proof of how much he had enjoyed the jump.
[He woke slowly, but sprang up when he didn't immediately recognize his surroundings. It only took him looking around to identify his home in Somarium and he relaxed back, enjoying the leftover excitement of the jump.]