Ombra della Lama

by Vedavyasa

Recidendo i Legami che Vincolano

It had been two years since the Cult of Artemis fell. The time was spent completing simple missions and training, there was need of my skills in Canterlot but little to test them. I had grown quite restless and taken to spending time in bars with the mercenari and thieves as a way to relieve the boredom.

This particular night, I was in a bar that had become very popular among my friends because of the owner giving them discounts. The mercenari had helped her keep her business alive, and so she made them welcome. Normally I would stay only a few minutes, have a single drink and leave. Tonight, however, I decided to stay and celebrate a recent victory over a stubborn crime lord. It had taken me several weeks to find him, and nearly another week to kill him.

As I drank, I sensed the owner, who also worked as the bartender, glancing at me when she believed my attention to be elsewhere. I took little notice of this; I had grown quite accustomed to mares attentions. My attention was instead focused on the Captain of the Guard. This stallion was new to his position, and he was a violent, arrogant cazzo. He attained his position through intimidation and bribery, and was entirely unfit for the role.

He and his guards were, as always, making fools of themselves. The Captain in particular was harassing one of younger waitresses. Rather quickly, this escalated to him assaulting her. I noticed the owner looking at me again, and I gave a small shrug to inform her that this matter was not my concern. The owner yelled and jumped over the bar, a knife in her teeth.

As the guards and mercenari drew their sword, I drew mine as well. I did not want to fight the Guards, but I decided that I would fight with the mercenari should a battle break out. The Guards lives were not worth losing my brothers.

A fight was averted when the Captain stabbed the waitress and left, leaving the owner to hold the dying mare. I sheathed my sword and sat back down to finish my drink, intent on forgetting the matter. Such a luxury was not allowed to me, however. When the waitress expired, the owner left one of her other employees in charge and descended a small set of stairs in the corner of the room. Much to my surprise, she returned heavily armed and wearing Assassins robes. She even had her own hidden blade, marking her as a true Assassin and not a pony who simply stole the robes.

The mercenari, employees, and I were all quite surprised. The owner looked at me before leaving, but I did not allow my shock to register on my face. I gave her a few moments lead before finishing my drink and following her, intending to ask her what other Assassins there were in the world that I did not know of. Unfortunately I did not have the opportunity, when I found her she had already killed the Captain of the Guard and had been taken prisoner.

Unsure of what to do, I returned to my room in the palace. I knew that the mare would be executed for the murder, but I was torn over the justice of such a thing. She had acted in the same way I would have in her situation. I wondered if I could allow the execution to happen, but I was uncertain of how I could reconcile my vow to the Princess and my sense of morality. By reflex, I began to sharpen my hidden blade. I read the words on that weapon, niente è vero, tutto è permesso, and for the first time I understood them. I could not allow a simple vow to stand in the way of what I believed to be right.

Moving quickly, I left my room and began the long process of avoiding the Guard. I crept through hallways and occasionally took flight through windows to ascend or descend floors, up until I found myself outside of the Princesses personal quarters. Through the window, I could see the small vial of blood that bound me to her. Despite the many enchantments on the Princesses quarters against magical intrusion, the Guard never believed an earth pony or pegasus could reach this window and so it had no lock and no alarm of any kind. It was a simply matter to pry it open and take the vial.

From there, I retraced my steps until I was near the palaces main court room. Taking a moment to examine the situation, I saw the mare being held on her knees with a headspony preparing to decapitate her. Knowing I had little time, I bucked the window and burst in to the room.

It was a simple matter to incapacitate the guards holding her down, kill the headspony, and eliminate the archers; none of the Royal Guard could fight as well as I could. I informed the rather shocked Princess that my vow was broken, shattered the vial, and freed the mare. As we fled the palace, she thanked me for freeing her. Much to my surprise, she then revealed that she was the sister of the colt I had killed in Cloudsdale when I was only six years old. She explained that she bore me no ill will, and thanked me for the deed. Apparently, it led to her becoming an Assassin herself.

When we were outside of the palace halls, we took flight. I followed the mare, whose name was Verita, to a small town where we could hide.

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Translations

Recidendo i Legami che Vincolano = Severing The Ties That Bind

Cazzo = prick

niente è vero, tutto è permesso = nothing is true, everything is permitted

Comments

[Mr Foster]

You sir get a cookie.

You made that chapter short and sweet, and you got right to the point. No dilly dally, or over explaining. Just your smooth story telling.

Here, have this iambrony.jsmart.web.id/mlp/gif/mw3e6.gif?1312762850

[Vedavyasa]

929581

Thankee

[ImChangingmynameforreaso]

huh. I personally would have just asked the princess to hold off on the execution... But I mean... I'm no master assassin...

Entertaining as always.

[Dleifragcat]

Epic storytelling. An Assassin must know and analyze every single possible way to reach a target.
And if that doesn't work out you must always improvise and adapt!

A potential romance option? Well you know what they say about "office romances"

Amazing as always my good sir.

[Mr Foster]

931172 Hehe, I don't think that Ombra will be romancing Miss Verità. I mean, in my personal opinion, Ombra is a cold-blooded sociopath who just happens to be on the right side.

And since Verità is my character for my Side-fic, I'm not really sure how I feel about that...

Kinda awkward having to guys make a relationship between their characters if you ask me.

[Dleifragcat]

931222 Well I guess you learn something interesting everyday.
And I guess that's how most "office romances" would never would work out in the first place

[Mr Foster]

931251 Yeah.

Ombra: Sociopathic master killer, finds no remorse in killing people, emotionless.

Verita (Or angel, if you've read the side fic): Caring, helpful, headstrong, emotion-filled, and finds a wrong in everyright, extremely carefree and boastful

Polar opposites, and besides, weren't assassins vowed never to find love? Or was I high off meds when I came to that part of AC 1?

[Dleifragcat]

931275 Well it worked out well with Altair and Maria.
For Ezio he was a ladies man but was with Christina, Fiorza, and the person in Revelations
Probably they will put Connor with someone just to make things interesting.
As for Desmond... well... he's been in a chair for a couple of weeks now.... and if you've seen "The Lost archive" dlc then you would understand why Lucy wouldn't have worked out.

Say, wasn't Altair a sociopathic master killer, finds no remorse in killing people, and is usually emotionless?
Maria was a Templar but later came to the "every wrong has a right thing"

I think the whole love thing is purely based on circumstance (ovbiously living the assassin life can be a lonely one, as Templars would usually go after any weakness/lead they can exploit such as loved ones, thus causing Cold Altair, and Revenged Ezio to come to be.

[Mr Foster]

931357 I guess.

I guess like Trixie and Artiglio in my Story. Trixie, once a templar, turned assassin by Artiglio.
Artiglio, once a cold blood assassin/tempest killer, turned back to the right path by Trixie.

Also, I read part of your Assassins creed crossover.

Two words: Bad Ass

[Dleifragcat]

931427 Thx, just know it tends to get slightly crazy sometimes and I try to balance it with Comedy and the overall Seriousness of AC. Best way to decribe it would be... one of the most "unique" AC fics out there
But I do have to admit that I have been procrastinating lately and keeping some good ideas under the radar for now.
Now to actually write the chapter.... okay almost there.... almost got it... trying to get some work done... alright just a few more inches
*Forcefully pushes mouse over the word doc as it's being resisted by an unknown force*

Ya... I should really get to work on that

[Mr Foster]

931459 I know that feel.

I've been putting off my fallout equestria story, and just working on my AC fic.

[Vedavyasa]

931357

Altair was quite the stoic, but he broke much more easily than Ombra does. He lashed out several times in AC1 over getting his chain yanked a little, versus Ombra whose only really gone over the edge once (right after his master died, when he went apeshit on the gryphons in the Sanctuary).

But, Ombra and Verita... one of them would end up killing the other in relatively short order.

[Mr Foster]

931892 My point exactly. Can't stay too long together, or somepony might break the time-space continuum.

And we don't want that, do we?

[Vedavyasa]

932655

But breaking things is so much fun

[Mr Foster]

932680 Eeyup.

Well, back to the word document. Right after I destroy this town.

-Loads Mortar with HE shell.-

[Vedavyasa]

932698

Pro-tip: White Phosphorus would work better. It's one hell of a cruel weapon to use on people, but it'll create one HELL of a fire that will NOT go out any time soon...

[Mr Foster]

932710 Thank you kind sir. I have just ordered them from a bunch of Ultranationalist Russians, and they will be here soon

[Dleifragcat]

932710>>935811 Um excuse me gentlemen... I just found this barrel of unstable plutonium.... umm ya.... I'm just going to take this and disappear into the shadows real quick..... eh... bonna fortuna?