#codextober2025

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Codextober 2025,

Day Three: Weapon

To be born a weapon is such a sad thing, to be a tool rather than a person. Bruised, beaten, cut. All to become sharper, refined.

How long did it take? For the splinters to appear on the handle? How long until pieces are replaced with something better? Will it even be the same weapon anymore? Or is it better?

Do you think Desmond felt suffocated? Each day training to be some great killer? Wading through training like it was a river? Each day soaking into him, slowing down his will to fight as he fought to keep the chill down his spine? Do you think he feared the assassin ceremony? Do you think he felt like if he did it he would’ve drowned?

He was 16 and forced to be a killer, it was not a choice made by him but his handlers. His parents.

I wonder if he felt relief dying as a shield instead of a sword?



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Codextober 2025,

Day Four: Anomaly

Leonardo can’t help but notice the strange man walking around the city. He stands out though he tries not to, he doesn’t seem to notice being watched.

Well he does but not when it’s just Leonardo watching, it’s strange. He climbs roofs and tends to find little trinkets around. His clothes aren’t from around here, they weren’t at least. The first time he spotted the man he was wearing a hooded garment that was stunningly white except for one of the sleeves, burnt and blackened. At the time he seemed frazzled but now he’s found his footing.

He’s never where Leonardo expects him, roofs, alleyways, talking to courtesans, thieves, and shop-owners. He tries to predict the man’s schedule but he doesn’t seem to have one.

He looks familiar in a way that calls Leonardo to investigate, to talk to him. If only he could see the man from closer than a rooftop or across the marketplace.

And oh how he glows.

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Codextober 2025, Day Two:

Shadow

How terrifying it would be, to watch your colleagues slowly disappear?

Midday, in a busy city. The guards have been standing watch for days now, told by their employers to stop any intruders. Maybe they know they were hired by Templars, maybe they are Templars.

There isn’t any warning when things start going wrong. The guards don’t notice when there are less footsteps patrolling the area, not at first. Not until they see a flash of white from a nearby alleyway.

There isn’t a chance to fight back, it’s over too quick. A blade to the neck is all it takes after all. The culprit is never spotted in the light, always in alleyways or dark corners.

The Assassins might be on the side of the people but they must be terrifying to watch let alone be the target of.

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Codextober 2025,

Day six and seven: Templar and Battle

Templars must be terrified going into battle when they know there’s an Assassin with eagle vision awaiting them.

Spies? Killed immediately, or interrogated and why? Because they appear red???

Bunker down somewhere with a hidden entrance? Doesn’t matter, they’ve found it and somehow got in without being noticed.

They know how many men are in a fort and can scale walls faster than Templars can chase. Some of the Assassins will purposely get them to chase so the fort gets left abandoned!

And that’s not even mentioning the fact eagle vision locks onto important things? The documents hidden and only for the grandmaster? Some guy just took it.

Templars should be endlessly stressed. Every branch should panic when one of the neighboring ones gets on the Assassins radar.

The Templars in the future are better off given how big they are but if Desmond got to live? They’d piss their pants.

The battle between Templars and Assassins is a long standing one full of “of course, they can do that, what else did we expect.” Which is said by basically every grandmaster since the dawn of the order.

@pussymus-prime inspired this! They reblogged one of my posts with how the Templars would feel about eagle vision and I wanted to expand on that thought.