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I am a member of :iconunitedassassini: with a few characters.
1500's
Malak Najwa (Main character)
Basil Najwa (Malak's brother and overall support)
Hafiz (Vanin) Mahir (Ex-Assassin, Ex-Templar)
Samuel A. Dolan-Vanin (Pirate, Hafiz's brother)
Paride Tacticus (Mute thief)
I have a lot more, but these are the ones I roleplay the most.
1700's
Captain Lili 'L' Aimee (Baudin) Vazquez (Pirate, nonassassin. Married to Jorge Vazquez ( Oskana )
Rowan Demast (Assassin)
2000's
Elijah Rennie (Main character) Deceased.
Alim Mahir (Cousin of Eli)
James and Mary Rennie (Retired assassin (James), Eli's dad and mother)
I have a few more, but these are the most used.
Here I'll be tracking my progress through the month. :)



What is the October Challenge? Find out here

Due to unforseen circumstances I wasn't able to fully participate as I would have liked, there fore I will be continuing this challenge through November for some time. :) At the end of October I'll count the days I've missed and do that many in November.


Oct 1:

Ready for Action by sooner7  Winter Travel Their travel was full of harsh weather as winter forced it's nips into the battle of wind and snow. Everyone was bundled tightly, the wagons were covered and still the people huddled together. Soannd imagined the children were keeping fairly warm. Their riders made their warmth the priority, enveloping the children in the coats and blankets. The bundling mixed with the body heat of the riders the children were safe. The only concern would be the older children's feet.
The few times they had stopped so far was agonizing, the fires would barely stay lit even with the soldiers' sheilds used as wind breakers. Shelter was impossible to find in the blizzard and the last thing they needed was missing men scouting for such a thing. The suggestion of tipping the wagons and sewing the canvas as a roof passed through nightly, but the risk of breaking one of the wagons drew people away from it.
Soannd could recognize the look in his friend Serik's eyes, the look of longing to help no matter


Oct 2:

Soft Smile by sooner7Breaking Free by sooner7 Take It All Away “Amal! Help me!” The boy cried out, stretching out to grab his best friend as the brutes began dragging him away. “Amal!” Tears cascaded down his dirty cheeks, leaving clean streaks. His best friend was frozen...the threat of the ruffians all around them didn't even make Amal look away from the scene of him being lifted from the ground and thrown into the back of a caged wagon.
The brutes didn't even bother with Amal, a couple pushed him to see if he would react, he only stumbled. His wide eyes never leaving Avci's, even when Avci screamed for him to help one last time as the pillagers continued about their way, Avci a captive in their travels.
“That was almost ten years ago, though...from the looks of it not much has changed.” His voice was deep, liquid like as it swayed from tones of bemusement, belittlement, bitterness, and anger.
“Not much has changed?!” The louder, less swarthy, voice cried out. “You're a..


Oct 3:

:( Timid by sooner7

Oct 4:

Unwanted... by sooner7 The Breaking The scraping of a tray against the stone floor drew Amal's attention to the bars, the face of his attendants no longer shocked him. Each was a bit different, this one was the face of a boar. Completely with tusks. It was a full head mask, nothing human was seen about the head. They wore gloves, heavy clothes. He could no longer tell if the attendants were male or female.
“Blanket?” He said hoarsely as he shivered from the cold and moved over to the bars. He asked this each time they came, and as always there was no answer. “A coat..? Anything?” His voice cracked from dryness.
The boar stood and began to leave him alone.
“Please! Something! Let me talk to Av-” He buckled over in a coughing fit. His lungs and throat no longer able to handle so much speaking. His heart and body sank as he heard the heavy door shut behind the boar, one hand slid down the steel bars as he landed on his knees.
His body never stopped shivering anymore, there was no li


Oct 5:

(no long have guests, so I should be able to get myself back on schedule. )
A Good Catch by sooner7 Chilly Peace The stone was dark and well weathered, which considering the climate on this mountain fortress that was an understatement. Avci was still astonished at how well the buildings were standing so well. The dark stone was strong, he still wasn't sure what kind of stone, but he never really cared. He shifted on his feet, causing snow to crunch under his feet. He was standing on a mound with a headstone, most would say it's rude to stand on the 'body' of a dead person. He did at one point as well, but now he didn't care to show the man he killed to gain his position any form of respect. Where was the respect when he was snatched from his home, from his family. Where was the respect when he was weakened to near death and then brainwashed into a thug.
His first pillage was excruciating, he had kill three men and helped capture a four year old boy who was long dead. He was lucky to never be forced to participate in the rapings, those to him were just as bad as the kidnapped children. The s



Oct 6:

Stretching... by sooner7After Bath Relaxation by sooner7
The Next PhaseHe was astonished by his pathetic whimper, he never thought he would have sounded so weak when he was becoming an adult. He might as well have been that nine year old boy crying because his best friend was gone again. Curled up in his mother's embrace, sobbing and whimpering like a baby.
At this moment in time his whimpers were the result of multiple things, soreness, hunger, freezing, and the rats once again biting at his feet. He no longer had the strength to kick them away. They had eaten his last two meals because he was too weak to beat them to the tray. The animals that brought his food still said nothing and at the last meal one had thrown a rock at him to see if he was still alive. They had been satisfied with the barely audible groan and left him to continue rotting.
Two meals ago he had begged the person to take the mask off, or even to just take off the gloves. Avci's goal was coming near, he started hoping to see a skull soon...anything human.
One more bite for a rat gave h


Oct 7:
Wing by sooner7Pose Dump by sooner7 Release The higher pitched cry continued through out the next few moments, until a deep laugh began to rumble for the right hand corner. The haunting laugh only stopped when the man spoke fanatic words that mumbled into incoherency. His murmurings caused the crying to wail and sob loudly, she huddled further into the left corner. This continued for what felt like hours, and Amal had backed himself back up against the door. He was surprised he managed to muster the strength to get there.
The third, largely built, shadow which was perched in the middle was silent. The shadow seemed to be watching him, observing him intently.
Amal covered his hears, but refused to take his eyes from the three. Fearing they'd be the death of him if he does. Hours...maybe even a day passed with him in that room and the three never ceasing from their obsessions. The girl still cried and sobbed, her shadow was barely noticeable in the corner. She appeared as if she was thin and delicate.
In the blink of an eye


Oct 8:
Elandra by sooner7

Oct 10:
Heal the Broken Hearted... by sooner7Doodle1 by sooner7

Oct 11:
Foot and Leg Sketches by sooner7Come on Smile... by sooner7

Oct 12:
Archmage Vergil by sooner7

Oct 13:
Through the Air by sooner7

Oct 14:
Scary Doodles1 by sooner7

Oct 15:
Doodles by sooner7

Oct 17:
Doodles by sooner7Casual Clothing Concept by sooner7

Oct 18:
Little Punk? by sooner7

Oct 19:
Scary Doodles2 by sooner7

Activity


Fighters by sooner7
Fighters
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Ahmet and Malak
B&W Fullbody
40florin & 20exp
Current Totals: 4405exp & 1060f
Pending New Totals: 4425exp & 1200f

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So..!


Soooo here's Ahmet and Malak in a ....loving kind of pose..? XD I...can't say I quite know how to describe this. But I'm very happy with it, it's not exactly how I intended, but I like it. I used very little references. Only a reference for a hand that you cannot see, but the other hands make me think I should have used more. ^^;

In the upper left corner - Ahmet's right hand and Malak's left - they're holding a throwing knife, that needs a lot more detail. In their other hands is Malak's sword.

Part of me wants to plead for someone to make the lineart for me.....but I know my drawings are messy and the...collage of robes at their legs could be confusing...so I'll buck up and do it myself. Unless there's any volunteers for tribute?

Ahmet Rahal © :iconsolozerker:
Malak © :iconsooner7:
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Here I'll be tracking my progress through the month. :)



What is the October Challenge? Find out here

Due to unforseen circumstances I wasn't able to fully participate as I would have liked, there fore I will be continuing this challenge through November for some time. :) At the end of October I'll count the days I've missed and do that many in November.


Oct 1:

Ready for Action by sooner7  Winter Travel Their travel was full of harsh weather as winter forced it's nips into the battle of wind and snow. Everyone was bundled tightly, the wagons were covered and still the people huddled together. Soannd imagined the children were keeping fairly warm. Their riders made their warmth the priority, enveloping the children in the coats and blankets. The bundling mixed with the body heat of the riders the children were safe. The only concern would be the older children's feet.
The few times they had stopped so far was agonizing, the fires would barely stay lit even with the soldiers' sheilds used as wind breakers. Shelter was impossible to find in the blizzard and the last thing they needed was missing men scouting for such a thing. The suggestion of tipping the wagons and sewing the canvas as a roof passed through nightly, but the risk of breaking one of the wagons drew people away from it.
Soannd could recognize the look in his friend Serik's eyes, the look of longing to help no matter


Oct 2:

Soft Smile by sooner7Breaking Free by sooner7 Take It All Away “Amal! Help me!” The boy cried out, stretching out to grab his best friend as the brutes began dragging him away. “Amal!” Tears cascaded down his dirty cheeks, leaving clean streaks. His best friend was frozen...the threat of the ruffians all around them didn't even make Amal look away from the scene of him being lifted from the ground and thrown into the back of a caged wagon.
The brutes didn't even bother with Amal, a couple pushed him to see if he would react, he only stumbled. His wide eyes never leaving Avci's, even when Avci screamed for him to help one last time as the pillagers continued about their way, Avci a captive in their travels.
“That was almost ten years ago, though...from the looks of it not much has changed.” His voice was deep, liquid like as it swayed from tones of bemusement, belittlement, bitterness, and anger.
“Not much has changed?!” The louder, less swarthy, voice cried out. “You're a..


Oct 3:

:( Timid by sooner7

Oct 4:

Unwanted... by sooner7 The Breaking The scraping of a tray against the stone floor drew Amal's attention to the bars, the face of his attendants no longer shocked him. Each was a bit different, this one was the face of a boar. Completely with tusks. It was a full head mask, nothing human was seen about the head. They wore gloves, heavy clothes. He could no longer tell if the attendants were male or female.
“Blanket?” He said hoarsely as he shivered from the cold and moved over to the bars. He asked this each time they came, and as always there was no answer. “A coat..? Anything?” His voice cracked from dryness.
The boar stood and began to leave him alone.
“Please! Something! Let me talk to Av-” He buckled over in a coughing fit. His lungs and throat no longer able to handle so much speaking. His heart and body sank as he heard the heavy door shut behind the boar, one hand slid down the steel bars as he landed on his knees.
His body never stopped shivering anymore, there was no li


Oct 5:

(no long have guests, so I should be able to get myself back on schedule. )
A Good Catch by sooner7 Chilly Peace The stone was dark and well weathered, which considering the climate on this mountain fortress that was an understatement. Avci was still astonished at how well the buildings were standing so well. The dark stone was strong, he still wasn't sure what kind of stone, but he never really cared. He shifted on his feet, causing snow to crunch under his feet. He was standing on a mound with a headstone, most would say it's rude to stand on the 'body' of a dead person. He did at one point as well, but now he didn't care to show the man he killed to gain his position any form of respect. Where was the respect when he was snatched from his home, from his family. Where was the respect when he was weakened to near death and then brainwashed into a thug.
His first pillage was excruciating, he had kill three men and helped capture a four year old boy who was long dead. He was lucky to never be forced to participate in the rapings, those to him were just as bad as the kidnapped children. The s



Oct 6:

Stretching... by sooner7After Bath Relaxation by sooner7
The Next PhaseHe was astonished by his pathetic whimper, he never thought he would have sounded so weak when he was becoming an adult. He might as well have been that nine year old boy crying because his best friend was gone again. Curled up in his mother's embrace, sobbing and whimpering like a baby.
At this moment in time his whimpers were the result of multiple things, soreness, hunger, freezing, and the rats once again biting at his feet. He no longer had the strength to kick them away. They had eaten his last two meals because he was too weak to beat them to the tray. The animals that brought his food still said nothing and at the last meal one had thrown a rock at him to see if he was still alive. They had been satisfied with the barely audible groan and left him to continue rotting.
Two meals ago he had begged the person to take the mask off, or even to just take off the gloves. Avci's goal was coming near, he started hoping to see a skull soon...anything human.
One more bite for a rat gave h


Oct 7:
Wing by sooner7Pose Dump by sooner7 Release The higher pitched cry continued through out the next few moments, until a deep laugh began to rumble for the right hand corner. The haunting laugh only stopped when the man spoke fanatic words that mumbled into incoherency. His murmurings caused the crying to wail and sob loudly, she huddled further into the left corner. This continued for what felt like hours, and Amal had backed himself back up against the door. He was surprised he managed to muster the strength to get there.
The third, largely built, shadow which was perched in the middle was silent. The shadow seemed to be watching him, observing him intently.
Amal covered his hears, but refused to take his eyes from the three. Fearing they'd be the death of him if he does. Hours...maybe even a day passed with him in that room and the three never ceasing from their obsessions. The girl still cried and sobbed, her shadow was barely noticeable in the corner. She appeared as if she was thin and delicate.
In the blink of an eye


Oct 8:
Elandra by sooner7

Oct 10:
Heal the Broken Hearted... by sooner7Doodle1 by sooner7

Oct 11:
Foot and Leg Sketches by sooner7Come on Smile... by sooner7

Oct 12:
Archmage Vergil by sooner7

Oct 13:
Through the Air by sooner7

Oct 14:
Scary Doodles1 by sooner7

Oct 15:
Doodles by sooner7

Oct 17:
Doodles by sooner7Casual Clothing Concept by sooner7

Oct 18:
Little Punk? by sooner7

Oct 19:
Scary Doodles2 by sooner7

 Where were they taking him now?

Other than the sores beginning to form from being dragged over the stone floor so many times, Amal could just feel a growing warmth in his surroundings. He begged to hope Avci had a change of heart, that he was no longer a prisoner. The gripping surge to cry that suffocated him told him he was at his breaking point. Avci's goal had been met.

The hooded escorts dragged him into the throne room he had first been in, the room he had been given his death sentence. He was dropped like a lump at the foot of the steps leading up the small stage, a single throne loomed in the middle of the stage.

Amal slowly recomposed himself, gaining what little strength he could muster and lifted his eyes in high hopes of seeing his friend – the friend he had searched for endlessly since the day he was stolen. In the dark stone elaborately carved throne slouched a skeleton, wearing tattered kingly robes, a filthy crown tilted on it's skull.

Eyes wide, mouth agape, Amal pushed himself back, landing on his bum as he stared at the figure that looked as if it had been there for centuries. If he had the energy he would have screamed. He knew it wasn't Avci, it was too large looking. The premise of the skeleton startled him enough to make the fact of it not being his friend nothing.

“Do you like our set up?” Avci asks as he calmly strides over to the blonde from behind. “Whoever finds this place will think it was abandoned long ago. Not a single sign that we claimed it.” The young king stops a few feet to Amal's right, he looks around the dimly lit room. “I quite like the atmosphere in here, it's...eery...inviting. Just calling for the tortured to make this their home.” At this he sighs in a reminiscent manner. Then turned his gaze to Amal. “Don't you agree?” A satisfied smirk stretched Avci's lips as he saw the confliction in Amal's face.

Amal marveled at seeing his friend again, to be having an almost normal conversation with him. His first conversation, his first human face since the lock up. The fairy girl, as beautiful as she was didn't count as a human face with her perfect features and pointy ears. If he had the strength Amal would hop to his feet and hug his thin friend tightly, even if he had caused the torment Amal had suffered. He couldn't explain his relief.

“Oh yes, you're probably thirsty.” Avci waves a soldier over and takes his leather flask. Popping open the lid, he kneels next to the captive and holds the task to Amal's lips. Tilting it for Amal to drink, as soon as water drips down Amal's chin, Avci pulls the flask away and places the cork back in. “Better?” He asks as he stands.

Amal managed a nod, too shocked to form any words. He couldn't help staring at his friend with scrunched eyebrows. His new treatment was confusing, but Avci didn't skip a beat with his mocking conversation of the atmosphere and the idea of creating such an illusion. Avci was painting a picture of future torture.

The delightful conversation was interrupted by a grunt and thud from the far side of the throne room, followed almost instantly by two guards' screams. Avci stood quickly and drew his sword, a thin basic sword with only a few nicks in the blade from use. He stared at the growing chaos across the room, all he could see was dozens of his men fighting and dying. The attackers, or attacker, were doing well staying out of sight during all of the ruckus.

Grabbing Amal's arm, Avci begins to drag the prisoner out of the throne room. Pulling him roughly, not allowing Amal the time to get to his feet. They enter a hall at the same time as a heavily armored intruder. The intruder stares at them for what seems like hours until taking a step forward. Avci doesn't wait to see if the man attacks, he drags Amal into the adjoining corridor. With his heart racing the sudden flip of his stomach when he heard a feminine scream bursts through the castle's wing. “Keeva!” He screamed as loud as he could. She never screamed, and is she did now then she is major trouble.

A few times in his panic to get to his love he pulled Amal to his feet, but the man was too weak to remain standing for even five steps. Amal collapsed each time with a cry of pain. Avci just continued to drag him from the third fall until they arrived at the stairs. Here he lifts Amal back to his feet and turns to go up the spiraling stairs. In front of him stood three intruders, one large and heavily armed, behind him were two smaller figures, one being a woman. The staring contest lasted momentarily until Avci took up his sword and attacked the large man.

His attack was easily deflected and returned with a shove backwards. Avci hadn't heard Amal fall, but when he stepped back to catch himself and stumbled over the man. The small man behind the tank slipped through the small hall and jumped on Avci, pinning him down until the female joins and helps him tie Avci up. Avci had kicked Amal at least four times in his struggle, it wasn't intentional, but he barely heard Amal's cry of pain. Avci screamed as he struggled, crying out for Keeva and screaming in protest as well.

The intruders throw thick fur blankets over both men, the big man slings Avci over his shoulder, leaving the other two to help Amal. Avci didn't cease his screaming and struggling. He needed to get to Keeva, he needed to save her, hold her.


The trek through the thick snow was long and hard for everyone. He guessed they had hiked at least ten minutes until a blast from behind throws them all to the ground. As soon as he scrambled from the man's grasps he looked to the collapsing castle and started stumbling back down the hill, screaming his utter disbelief. His home crumbling taking his heart with it. “KEEVA!!” He is tackled to the ground before he gets too far, stretching his hands toward his fortress as they tried to pull him back.

Seige
The next chapter and these guy's story. ^^ I need to get back into my flow.

1,078 words.
Oskana uganija GadzooksTD here's my part of the challenge for today (the 27th) and I will update my journal soon.

Previous chapter was Release.


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