Altaïr had hoped to return to Masyaf discreetly so as not to compromise the Brotherhood. Altaïr needs to lose a tail, and he has many ways in which to do so. That does not trouble him. He is mounted on a trusted steed. His horse quietly and dutifully follows his instructions to meander through the kingdom for hours in the guise of a traveling scholar trading with the locals before seeking isolation again.
He dismounts when it is safe and waits, peering out from among the rocks on a high cliff. Only when it is clear will he continue. But he sees his tail again. Even this does not trouble him, for he could simply hunt this person down. Likely a Templar spy or someone sent to kill him, for no visiting scholar would dog his steps thus. Altaïr needs to rethink traveling solo, but he is in close range of Masyaf's scouts anyway.
What troubles Altaïr is that this figure is already heading directly towards him, a Master Assassin.
How did he see me?
He dispenses with pretense and emerges as he readies a throwing knife in his hand. He pitches his voice to travel, but it is not quite a shout.
"Turn back. You are not welcome here."
idk have paul pre-isu bender but not bb, we will make a timeline
He could have hidden himself better. He could have made sure that he had never been seen or heard. That would have defeated the point and even possibly made further enemies upon his arrival. There would be no reason to presume loyalties or even trust. Especially when things were not ... unified.
As soon as he is addressed? He stops. Stills. Eyes the throwing knife in the white clad man's hand. A brief weighing of options crosses his mind before settling on one that is perhaps the best for all parties involved. For now, anyways.
A hand reaches up and removes his nude colored unbilled hood. A youth, younger than Altaïr, stares back at him. Eyes so blue that one might think the whites have been swallowed by them. A sign of those brothers from the deeper deserts, despite the appearance of not one naturally hailing from such an area.
"You'd make that claim of someone that would be called 'brother' by another?"
Paul Atreides brandishes the blade from its holster on his belt. Made of a tooth so sharp and stone like that one might not think it could compare to others of metal. He flips it in his hand before placing it down in front of him at his feet. Peace.
I thiiiink Altair is post-Al Mualim but pre-Maria, but I can roll with something else too
The young man does not look like someone from the deep desert, but that is merely a fact to be filed away with the others. Altaïr is of mixed background himself. The Assassins jealously guard their hideouts, but they are less insular when it comes to welcoming the dedicated into their fold.
Relations were not as strong as they could be with Al Mualim at the helm, and the Crusades have made travels in and out of the Levant difficult. Altaïr is of the mountains and (when he is working) the cities. He barely knows the remote parts of the desert and the myriad tribes within them. Paul could hail from any one of them. This makes him an unknown wild card.
Altaïr crouches where he is at the edge of his perch and idly fingers the handle of his knife, though he is anything but idle. He has already determined this person is a brother, he has the eyes of a friend of the Brotherhood, but he must do his due diligence. There is always a chance someone could be a traitor. Altaïr has been tasked to root out one before.
"Why have you come here in such a fashion, and alone? If a message has not arrived in Masyaf ahead of us, you will have to have a very good explanation. What is your name?"
As if only coming to the decision now, he rises and clicks his tongue at his horse to follow him down the slope at the side.
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He dismounts when it is safe and waits, peering out from among the rocks on a high cliff. Only when it is clear will he continue. But he sees his tail again. Even this does not trouble him, for he could simply hunt this person down. Likely a Templar spy or someone sent to kill him, for no visiting scholar would dog his steps thus. Altaïr needs to rethink traveling solo, but he is in close range of Masyaf's scouts anyway.
What troubles Altaïr is that this figure is already heading directly towards him, a Master Assassin.
How did he see me?
He dispenses with pretense and emerges as he readies a throwing knife in his hand. He pitches his voice to travel, but it is not quite a shout.
"Turn back. You are not welcome here."
idk have paul pre-isu bender but not bb, we will make a timeline
As soon as he is addressed? He stops. Stills. Eyes the throwing knife in the white clad man's hand. A brief weighing of options crosses his mind before settling on one that is perhaps the best for all parties involved. For now, anyways.
A hand reaches up and removes his nude colored unbilled hood. A youth, younger than Altaïr, stares back at him. Eyes so blue that one might think the whites have been swallowed by them. A sign of those brothers from the deeper deserts, despite the appearance of not one naturally hailing from such an area.
"You'd make that claim of someone that would be called 'brother' by another?"
Paul Atreides brandishes the blade from its holster on his belt. Made of a tooth so sharp and stone like that one might not think it could compare to others of metal. He flips it in his hand before placing it down in front of him at his feet. Peace.
I thiiiink Altair is post-Al Mualim but pre-Maria, but I can roll with something else too
Relations were not as strong as they could be with Al Mualim at the helm, and the Crusades have made travels in and out of the Levant difficult. Altaïr is of the mountains and (when he is working) the cities. He barely knows the remote parts of the desert and the myriad tribes within them. Paul could hail from any one of them. This makes him an unknown wild card.
Altaïr crouches where he is at the edge of his perch and idly fingers the handle of his knife, though he is anything but idle. He has already determined this person is a brother, he has the eyes of a friend of the Brotherhood, but he must do his due diligence. There is always a chance someone could be a traitor. Altaïr has been tasked to root out one before.
"Why have you come here in such a fashion, and alone? If a message has not arrived in Masyaf ahead of us, you will have to have a very good explanation. What is your name?"
As if only coming to the decision now, he rises and clicks his tongue at his horse to follow him down the slope at the side.