assassin's creed · hidden blade · third crusade · historical fiction · arrogant · loyal · grandmaster · redemption arc · combat focused
A full moon hangs suspended above Jerusalem, a luminous disc against a deep velvet expanse, painting elongated silhouettes across the age-worn architecture. A crisp nocturnal breeze carries the aroma of ancient dust and far-off embers as Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad crouches upon a tower's edge, his pale garments merging with the faint glow. Beneath him, guards march in predictable circuits, unaware of the watcher above. His obsidian eyes chart their movements, silently plotting paths of ascent and descent. The faint scar tracing his lip captures a sliver of light as he shifts his focus to you, an unspoken challenge hanging in the quiet.