Awakening Of The Death

The untold stories and testaments of the captivity of Hellen Patterson and the birth of Jack the Ripper. This trove of stories reach the line from the tale of Jerimiah Patterson, to that of his daughter, the founder of a group of renigades known as the Dark Horses. Masterlist

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Hello everyone

I want to first apologize again for the late delays and all the towns that have been lacking on this channel as of lately. I promise I will get into writing the following chapter it is almost done it’s just been a booger. With that being said that’s not the main reason why I wanted to write on this post. This is in regards to what has been happening over the course of a few weeks in regards to Ubisoft and Having to give my collective thoughts and feelings I was also a little message to the company.

For those weren’t in the norm Ubisoft is going under fire for a lot of accusations involving sexual harassment or bullying and various other matters that were not a very good choice in the company. But one of the biggest insults of injury was the information that various writers of the company had revealed that the reason why female protagonist were never possible in any of their games especially with assassin‘s creed is that they would make the claim that female protagonist do not sell.  it was made abundantly clear that when the assassin’s creed odyssey’s novel came out it was mostly centered on Kassandra which truly gave the assumption that she was supposed to be the main protagonist for assassin’s creed odyssey.

I’m very disappointed that Ubisoft would choose to make that excuse when there are various games in the past that actually had some strong female protagonists. And it is abundantlyclear than majority of various fandom‘s and fans are actually female gamers, including both @babelast and myself.  and if I were to be honest, that is one of the reasons why I created Hellen Patterson, along with so many other artists that love games they wanted to create their own strong female protagonist’s. Now I would say that it would be groundbreaking for strong female protagonist be a part of the games for the story wise; but since this being a historical fiction theme, need I remind writers creators and various other media content creators that novels music and various other medias before the digital media were actually centered on strong women As protagonists.

Now rest assured you this channel is not dying we are not leaving the fandom but we want to give it acknowledgment and respect that we are all for various forms of protagonists, But to quote Abigail Adams “Remember the Ladies”.

So Innoway we are awakening of the death are all about moving forward to having our strong woman protagonist and her family to continue on the story of assassin’s creed

Sincerely the awakening of the death team

@jeweledfaith and @babelast

   

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UPDATES: STAYING SAFE

Hello everyone, 2020...What more can be said about that? Ever since the stay at home orders back in March of this year, things were a rollercoaster for @babelast and I’s lives as we all had to baton down the hatches and deal with COVID-19′s ongoing inconvenience in our worlds. I was forced to use ZOOM for work on various students at the school where i work, so that took a majoraty of my screen time, and training my two year old filly at the side when not working. I also had to aid my mother on family issues relating to my estranged father. Babelast and I had to work to support and it took a financial hit on the accounts in the bank, and obviously the story here was placed to the side for it. Now that the heat season is active for me and I am finishing my first class for my bachelors in special education, I am getting back to the writing streak. 

So yes, we are slowly getting back to it after a crazy year. So stay safe everyone! And wash your hands

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“Jack! Look at this baby skeksis I found!”

“Who in hell’s name doe it belong to?”

“Her name is Tif from what I’ve heard, and from what I see as well, she definitely makes people smile at this difficult time. Don’t you think Jack?”

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A gift to @darkskek featuring her adorable feathered potato SkekTif! Thanks for making all of us smile, not even jack could resist. Especially during these hard uncertain times

Thanks for sharing the cutie to the world

Art by @babelast she’s open to commissions

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Can you update the master list pls? I found hard because of not seeing missing chapters

We are doing out best to update the list. Due to life circumstances, @babelast and I couldn’t do it. But I assure you my friend, we are reconstructing the list and remastering a few chapters. Thanks again for your support.

@jeweledfaith

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Journal Entry of Terrence Patterson: October 3th, 1782

Connor may had done some out of character actions as of late, but I’m still amazed that he survived 

Ann and I rode to Manmouth when we finally tracked he whereabouts, only to learn from the ferryman that he was bleeding a fierce river in the lower abdomen possibly from a sword or something with a width like a steak pike. We located Connor’s horse tied to the Green Dragon, and over the course of the night, we rode. 

As we approached the Conestoga Inn, we noticed a group of people gathering the entrance, as they carried a wrapped body out the door. I prayed that it wasn’t Connor; my prayers were answered however when a pair of shining black riding boots glinted in the light. Connor always wore mokinsian boots. After asking one of the spectators, I learned that the body was that of Charles Lee. No one spotted the man responsible for ending Lee’s life.

Ann took my hand and pointed to a trail of blood barely noticed by those of the regular eye. We followed the trail for several yards into the forest, we found Connor behind a large bundle of old firewood. He was covered in old and new blood as it ozzed from his lower abdomen. Without saying a word, I took a bandage from my side pocket, and with Ann’s help, we sat him up wrapping it up temporary. She and I lifted him up with each of his large arms on our shoulder, we took him to his horse quietly and made our way to an assassin safe house. 

While we waited for the doctor to arrive, Ann and I did our best to remove Coonor’s robes and shirt, in preperation for the doctor. I grabbed a cup of water and slowly helped him drink the liquid, feeling his skin hot to my touch. 

When the doctor arrived, Ann and I sat in the sitting room, without saying a word. She held my hand toght as we both fell asleep.

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((More to come))

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Hello everyone, Here is all the link into our comics ;

https://awakeningofthedeath.tumblr.com/post/160481306778/story-board-1-prevention

https://awakeningofthedeath.tumblr.com/post/161508910678/story-board-2-lives-together-at-the-same-roof

https://awakeningofthedeath.tumblr.com/post/165086869103/story-board-3-fight-club

https://awakeningofthedeath.tumblr.com/post/168290145493/story-board-4-rooftop-stargaze-confession

https://awakeningofthedeath.tumblr.com/post/171766880783/story-board-5-betrayal

https://awakeningofthedeath.tumblr.com/post/173742332068/story-board-6-friendly-fire

https://awakeningofthedeath.tumblr.com/post/183633685898/story-board-7-sweet-little-rooks

https://awakeningofthedeath.tumblr.com/post/186674271488/story-board-8-pending-kisses

Story Board 9 cannot upload here because flag nsfw system, so we upload it at my Devianart account : https://www.deviantart.com/babelast

Actually there is anonymous asking this, but I can’t answer him/her somehow. Hope she/he will see this :) Anyway thank you...! 

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"You're my kind of crazy"

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"Come on out and fight, Jacob Frye...!!"

If this happen... Oh no..! Jacob, what should you gonna do...?? 🤤

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"Good morning, Jack..."

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Seriously, Jack...? 🤤

Oh no... Jack go back to London... Jacob, Be carefull...!

Just a sneak peak for our comic story 😊 stay tunned..!

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Jack : "What are you doing...?? You are a woman, act like one..!"

Hellen : "How many times I told you, don't treat me like a woman...!"

Oh wow, what's they arguing about...? Find out on our next comic here 😊😄

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"She is save now..."

I just have an headcannon Jack working together with his partner, a dragon (wingdeath the destroyer) for save the only one heir of the throne, a princess 😁

@arlaina28 you must seen this 😁

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"Sleep, my beauty..."

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Dancing in the moonlight

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Waiting

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Animus Memory File: Jeremiah Patterson and John W. Booth

WARNING:

The following dialogs contains language that are highly adult in regards of racism at the time of 1865. 

April 26th, 1865 Port Royal, Virginia

Dawn, and the air is still and cold. Jeremiah slowly made his way to the back of the Garrett family farm, behind him and Collin, the band of men behind them pointed their weapons towards the white building. Using their stealth abilities and eagle vision, the assassin’s spotted Booth and his associate in the barn. 

Looking at Collin, he pointed two fingers towards the barn in a pressing jester and made their way out silently. By the time they reached the back part of the barn, the sound of the front door opened and running footsteps came barreling out. 

“It’s not Booth” Collin commented. “With a broken ankle he couldn’t make that much cadence in a stride without screaming.”

“No one has shouted or given the orders yet to shoot.” Jeremiah commented. “Least thill will be our chance to confront Booth, get the information of the remaining templars, and finish him off.”

“So how are we going to finish him?”

“Make it look like he took the cowards way.” Jeremiah answered.

Collin nodded. He grabbed the handle of the barn door, raising his pistol, ands slowly opened the door. 

The barn was mostly dar still, with the exception of a lone candle with a man writing down words on a piece of paper. He looked up, smiled, and with his makeshift crotch, hoised himself up. 

“So, you enjoyed the play assassin? Didn’t expect that now didn’t you?” booth mad a pained laugh that sounded half drunk with the madness and pain of his body and mind. 

“Not entirely, though i will admit, adding the line of Brutus from “Julius Cesar” seemed like a dramatic tough of irony.” 

“Sic semper tyrannis. Isn’t that what the foundations of your creed is based on? You do know what it means, do you assassin?”

“Thus ever to tyrants” Jeremiah answered calmly. “By killing Lincoln, you expect the templars to rise from the ashes; when he not only aided in stopping a war, but offering freedom to those slaves who’s assessors built America by the flash of a whip. It’s a damn shame to believe that a man like you, who couldn’t catch a break on a review, with a petty jealously of your brother’s succession, and a temper that couldn’t be leveled with a drink on hand, would call a man with honesty, integrity, and honor a tyrant.”

“Those nig...

“Not another damn word Booth!” Collin pointed his gun upon the injured man. “Use that word again and we’d be doing a grieving nation a favor.” 

“Stop!” Jeremiah cried out towards Collin.

“He witnessed out discussion with Booth, let alone assist him in the assassination. He deserves to die now while the Union is too busy...”

“You’re right Collin. He does deserve to die. But not by our hands. The assassins may of destroyed the rite, but the killer of Lincoln has cause deep enough wounds on a nation already starting to heal from another headache. Let a wounded and a grieving nation take on this judgment.”

Booth gave another chuckle. “You’re dependence on the state of a broken goverment blinds you. You know that in the words of the Grand Master Founder of the American Rite, Haytham Kenway, “The people never have the power, only the illusion of it. And here is the real secret: they don't want it. The responsibility is too great to bear.“ There will come a time, when there will be another brother against brother. Our system will fall like Rome. But with the death of a tyrant, a new age will be born of blood.”

A loud noise of a gun shot pierced the air as Booth’s neck as shot through and blood splattered onto Jeremiah’s clothes. Booth breathed a horrid gurgle sound and collapsed unto the dirt barn floor. 

Jeremiah turned to Collin, who couldn’t of shot the man; yet outside, a shouting of voices came rushing towards the barn.

“We have to go!” Jeremiah pointed.

Collin was about to abject, but choose not to argue. A hand gripped unto Jeremiah’s boot. He looked down to see Booth, a paralized, broken creature barely speaking the words through blood and spit. “Tell my mother I died for my country.”.

“riposare in pace“ Jeremiah replied kicking the man away from him. 

“Jeres” Collin pointed to the door where a boy that looked to be 11 held the door opened. Jeremiah recognized his as the Garret Families son. As the two men left the barn. Jeremiah looked down, placed his index finger to his lips and gave the boy the silent order to keep this quiet. 

Ceasing the horses tied up dozens of yards away, the two assassins rode away from a mass of chaos. The words of Booth branded in Jeremiah’s mind.

End of Memory Sequence

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"Our journey isn't perfect but it's ours and i'll stick with you until the end..." -Jack theLad-

Happy birthday, Jack...! 😊😊 15 December 2019