His sword came down, and I saw the faces of my people in his blade. Their hopes, their dreams, their determination. All cleaved from existence with the fall of the executioner's blade. With that final blow, reality came crashing back into focus.

The earth shuddered beneath the thundering of hooves and the mass of armoured bodies colliding, rendering more flesh to the crow's buffet. The stench of...

When does a man become a monster?

I was told to look out for the men that prowled through the streets at night, snatching young children from their beds. I was told they would be disfigured, easily distinguishable from you and I. They would growl and snarl and hiss, too inhumane to communicate.

Lately I have been feeling something wrong, something Other, inside of me. I am still me, I walk and...

I thought victory would taste of pure gold. Nectar of the God's plucked from the Heavens for those worthy to claim it. How wrong I was.

Victory has left an acrid taste in my mouth; bitter, dry, hollow. My all consuming desire for ascension has turned the fire in my veins to ash. I look down to my armour. Gouges mark out her inferior attempts to fight back. Lucinda's. My gaze drifts to her now. H...

I have to lure the guard from his position, incapacitate him, and don his clothes without anyone noticing. Easy right? I have spent the past 10 years perfecting the skills needed for the task. Skulking through Ormond's back alleys, pickpocketing and pilfering what I deemed necessary to survive was how I made it this far, and the skills I gained would guarantee my future. Archer's little game allow...