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	Who were [[Isu\|The Ones That Came Before]]? What brought them here? How long ago? Centuries? Millenia? Longer still? So little remains of them... [[Great Catastrophe\|What]] drove them out? What of these artifacts? Messages in a bottle? Tools left behind to aid and guide us? Or do we fight for control over their refuse, giving divine purpose and meaning to little more than discarded toys?		Who were [[Isu\|The Ones That Came Before]]? What brought them here? How long ago? Centuries? Millenia? Longer still? So little remains of them... [[Great Catastrophe\|What]] drove them out? What of these artifacts? Messages in a bottle? Tools left behind to aid and guide us? Or do we fight for control over their refuse, giving divine purpose and meaning to little more than discarded toys?
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	[[Robert de Sablé]] may be dead, but his [[Levantine Rite of the Templar Order\|brotherhood]] survives. Though less conspicuous in appearance, I fear they remain a threat. Where once they proudly walked the streets—making for easier targets—now they retreat into the shadows. It grows difficult to track them. What [[New World Order\|wicked things]] will they weave in the darkness? Our work will be all the more complicated for it. Already there are rumors of a [[Templar Archive\|movement]] on [[Cyprus]]. I will have to investigate...<br><br>It's made me realize that our tactics, too, must change. It means an end to our [[fort]]resses. To our penchant for spectacular displays of public assassinations. We must weave our webs quietly. And we must do so differently than we have in the past.<br><br>Though I ask my brothers now to abandon their rituals, I do not ask that they abandon the creed. THIS is what makes us assassins. Not the [[Initiation into the Assassin Order\|removal]] of a finger. Not a false promise of paradise. Not the prohibition of poison. Our duty is to the [[Civilian\|people]], not to custom. If we must sneak, we shall sneak. If we must use poison, we shall [[Poison Blade\|use]] [[~~Poison dart~~\|poison]]. If our [[Hidden Blade\|blade]]s can be used without removing fingers, we shall not demand they be taken. And we shall not manipulate our [[Assassin apprentice\|initiates]] with lies and parlor tricks. We shall speak plainly and honestly. We shall be made anew...		[[Robert de Sablé]] may be dead, but his [[Levantine Rite of the Templar Order\|brotherhood]] survives. Though less conspicuous in appearance, I fear they remain a threat. Where once they proudly walked the streets—making for easier targets—now they retreat into the shadows. It grows difficult to track them. What [[New World Order\|wicked things]] will they weave in the darkness? Our work will be all the more complicated for it. Already there are rumors of a [[Templar Archive\|movement]] on [[Cyprus]]. I will have to investigate...<br><br>It's made me realize that our tactics, too, must change. It means an end to our [[fort]]resses. To our penchant for spectacular displays of public assassinations. We must weave our webs quietly. And we must do so differently than we have in the past.<br><br>Though I ask my brothers now to abandon their rituals, I do not ask that they abandon the creed. THIS is what makes us assassins. Not the [[Initiation into the Assassin Order\|removal]] of a finger. Not a false promise of paradise. Not the prohibition of poison. Our duty is to the [[Civilian\|people]], not to custom. If we must sneak, we shall sneak. If we must use poison, we shall [[Poison Blade\|use]] [[Dart\|poison]]. If our [[Hidden Blade\|blade]]s can be used without removing fingers, we shall not demand they be taken. And we shall not manipulate our [[Assassin apprentice\|initiates]] with lies and parlor tricks. We shall speak plainly and honestly. We shall be made anew...
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	I had [[Assassin's Creed: Altaïr's Chronicles\|thought]] [[Adha]] would be the one to lead me to rest, that I might lay down my blade and live as a normal man. But now I know such dreams are best left to sleep...<br><br>Her face. I try to banish it from my mind as I remember the days and nights during which I chased her Templar captors across the [[Mediterranean Sea\|sea]]. I almost got to them in time. Almost. If I had only been faster. Instead, I held her lifeless body in my arms—saw the terror reflected in her fixed, unblinking eyes...<br><br>I hunted each man—one by one—until all responsible were gone from the world. But there was no joy in this. No satisfaction or release. Their deaths did not bring her back. Did not heal my wounds. After that, I was certain I would never again feel for a woman as I had for her.<br><br>I am fortunate to have [[Maria Thorpe\|been wrong]].		I had [[Assassin's Creed: Altaïr's Chronicles\|thought]] [[Adha]] would be the one to lead me to rest, that I might lay down my blade and live as a normal man. But now I know such dreams are best left to sleep...<br><br>Her face. I try to banish it from my mind as I remember the days and nights during which I chased her Templar captors across the [[Mediterranean Sea\|sea]]. I almost got to them in time. Almost. If I had only been faster. Instead, I held her lifeless body in my arms—saw the terror reflected in her fixed, unblinking eyes...<br><br>I hunted each man—one by one—until all responsible were gone from the world. But there was no joy in this. No satisfaction or release. Their deaths did not bring her back. Did not heal my wounds. After that, I was certain I would never again feel for a woman as I had for her.<br><br>I am fortunate to have [[Maria Thorpe\|been wrong]].

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	The Apple is more than a catalog of that which precedes us. Within its twisting, sparking innards I've caught glimpses of what will be. Such a thing should not be possible. Perhaps it isn't. Maybe it is simply a suggestion. How to know? How to be sure?<br><br>I contemplate the consequences of these visions: are they images of things to come—or simply the potential for what might be. Can we influence the outcome? Dare we try? And in so doing, do we merely ensure that which we've seen?<br><br>I am torn—as always—between action and inaction—unclear as to which—if either—will make a difference. Am I even meant to make a difference? Still, I keep this journal. Is that not an attempt to change—or perhaps guarantee—what I have seen?		The Apple is more than a catalog of that which precedes us. Within its twisting, sparking innards I've caught glimpses of what will be. Such a thing should not be possible. Perhaps it isn't. Maybe it is simply a suggestion. How to know? How to be sure?<br><br>I contemplate the consequences of these visions: are they images of things to come—or simply the potential for what might be. Can we influence the outcome? Dare we try? And in so doing, do we merely ensure that which we've seen?<br><br>I am torn—as always—between action and inaction—unclear as to which—if either—will make a difference. Am I even meant to make a difference? Still, I keep this journal. Is that not an attempt to change—or perhaps guarantee—what I have seen?
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	I have studied the ancient pagan faiths that came before this more recent obsession with a single, divine creator. They seem to have focused more on the fundamental forces at play in the world around us and less on arbitrary moral rules...<br><br>The sun rises in the morning and sets in the evening. The tides ebb and flow. Grass grows, withers, dies, and then in time, emerges from the ground once more. The air turns warm then cools and back again. Some hidden energy keeps us fitted to the ground and pulls us back when we attempt to leave it.<br><br>Each of these movements was represented before by a god or goddess. Each force given face, but recognized as something distinct and powerful. Which is not to say there were not connections between these forces—a pantheon of individual spirits—of rules. Invisible hands guiding the progress of the world around us.<br><br>And so here there was an attempt to categorize, study, explain, and understand the way things work—even if it was flawed. But no more. Now we are asked to succumb to a far more simplified explanation. How naïve to believe there might be a single answer to every question. Every mystery. That there exists a lone divine light which rules over all. They say it is a light that brings truth and love. I say it is a light that blinds us—and forces us to stumble about in ignorance.<br><br>I long for the day when men will turn away from invisible monsters and once more embrace a more rational view of the world. But these new religions are so convenient—and promise such terrible punishment should one reject them—I worry that fear shall keep us stuck to what is surely the greatest lie ever told.		I have studied the ancient pagan faiths that came before this more recent obsession with a single, divine creator. They seem to have focused more on the fundamental forces at play in the world around us and less on arbitrary moral rules...<br><br>The sun rises in the morning and sets in the evening. The tides ebb and flow. Grass grows, withers, dies, and then in time, emerges from the ground once more. The air turns warm then cools and back again. Some hidden energy keeps us fitted to the ground and pulls us back when we attempt to leave it.<br><br>Each of these movements was represented before by a god or goddess. Each force given face, but recognized as something distinct and powerful. Which is not to say there were not connections between these forces—a pantheon of individual spirits—of rules. Invisible hands guiding the progress of the world around us.<br><br>And so here there was an attempt to categorize, study, explain, and understand the way things work—even if it was flawed. But no more. Now we are asked to succumb to a far more simplified explanation. How naïve to believe there might be a single answer to every question. Every mystery. That there exists a lone divine light which rules over all. They say it is a light that brings truth and love. I say it is a light that blinds us—and forces us to stumble about in ignorance.<br><br>I long for the day when men will turn away from invisible monsters and once more embrace a more rational view of the world. But these new religions are so convenient—and promise such terrible punishment should one reject them—I worry that fear shall keep us stuck to what is surely the greatest lie ever told.
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	[[File:~~Zw-codex-21~~.png\|thumb\|center\|512px\|A schematic for an altered Hidden Blade, to be used as an injection needle. Various plants and roots have been drawn around it.]]		[[File:AC2 Codex Poison Blade Schematic.png\|thumb\|center\|512px\|A schematic for an altered Hidden Blade, to be used as an injection needle. Various plants and roots have been drawn around it.]]
	One may cultivate extracts from various plants found throughout the region. More exotic species can sometimes be obtained from [[Merchant\|traders]] and travelers, but their properties are less documented and require further examination.<br><br>Traditional alchemical implements can be used to distill the poison. Care should be used as certain poisons can be absorbed through exposed skin. Many are those who have lost their lives to carelessness.<br><br>One's blade should be hollowed according to the specifications listed herein. Deviation may create fractures within the metal, causing the blade to weaken and possibly break.		One may cultivate extracts from various plants found throughout the region. More exotic species can sometimes be obtained from [[Merchant\|traders]] and travelers, but their properties are less documented and require further examination.<br><br>Traditional alchemical implements can be used to distill the poison. Care should be used as certain poisons can be absorbed through exposed skin. Many are those who have lost their lives to carelessness.<br><br>One's blade should be hollowed according to the specifications listed herein. Deviation may create fractures within the metal, causing the blade to weaken and possibly break.
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	What to make of this map? It appears to contain the entire world. Not flat as they claim, either, but round—like a ball. Like The Apple. But how is such a thing even possible? Stranger still are the lands it shows—great patches of the unknown. The unexplored. So many places yet to be discovered... Are there men there? Are they like us? And if not—different how? I should like to know the answers. Perhaps—in time—I'll have the chance to travel. To chart a course and make my way to these distant lands...		What to make of this map? It appears to contain the entire world. Not flat as they claim, either, but round—like a ball. Like The Apple. But how is such a thing even possible? Stranger still are the lands it shows—great patches of the unknown. The unexplored. So many places yet to be discovered... Are there men there? Are they like us? And if not—different how? I should like to know the answers. Perhaps—in time—I'll have the chance to travel. To chart a course and make my way to these distant lands...
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	[[File:Zw-codex-23.png\|thumb\|center\|512px\|An instructional diagram for [[freerunning]]. The Arabic reads: North (هاجم) = Attack, East (تسلق) = ~~[[Freerunning\|~~Climb]], South (ءبر) = Across, and the West (قطر) = Diagonal.]]		[[File:Zw-codex-23.png\|thumb\|center\|512px\|An instructional diagram for [[freerunning]]. The Arabic reads: North (هاجم) = Attack, East (تسلق) = Climb, South (ءبر) = Across, and the West (قطر) = Diagonal.]]
	\|-\|24=Some days I miss my family... Or at least the thought of them. I never knew [[Umar Ibn-La'Ahad\|my]] [[Maud\|parents]] well, despite them both having lived within these walls. It was our way. Perhaps they were sad, though they showed no sign—it was not allowed.<br><br>For my part, so much of my youth was spent in training, there was little time left to reflect upon the separation. And so when they were finally lost to me, it seemed no different than the passing of two strangers. Al Mualim had been as my father, and his was a weak and dishonest love, though at the time it seemed enough—better, even. Or so I thought.<br><br>Some day I will have a [[Darim Ibn-La'Ahad\|child]]—such is the way of our Order. And I will not make the same mistake. Nor any who call themselves an Assassin. We shall be allowed to love our [[Sef Ibn-La'Ahad\|children]]—and, in turn, to be loved. Al Mualim believed such attachments would weaken us—cause us to falter when our lives were on the line. But if we truly fight for what is just, does love not make such sacrifice simpler—knowing that we do so for their gain?		\|-\|24=Some days I miss my family... Or at least the thought of them. I never knew [[Umar Ibn-La'Ahad\|my]] [[Maud\|parents]] well, despite them both having lived within these walls. It was our way. Perhaps they were sad, though they showed no sign—it was not allowed.<br><br>For my part, so much of my youth was spent in training, there was little time left to reflect upon the separation. And so when they were finally lost to me, it seemed no different than the passing of two strangers. Al Mualim had been as my father, and his was a weak and dishonest love, though at the time it seemed enough—better, even. Or so I thought.<br><br>Some day I will have a [[Darim Ibn-La'Ahad\|child]]—such is the way of our Order. And I will not make the same mistake. Nor any who call themselves an Assassin. We shall be allowed to love our [[Sef Ibn-La'Ahad\|children]]—and, in turn, to be loved. Al Mualim believed such attachments would weaken us—cause us to falter when our lives were on the line. But if we truly fight for what is just, does love not make such sacrifice simpler—knowing that we do so for their gain?
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	*[[Niccolò Polo]] (12 – 14 August 1257)<ref name="SecretCrusadeCh59"/>		*[[Niccolò Polo]] (12 – 14 August 1257)<ref name="SecretCrusadeCh59"/>
	*[[Mongol Empire]] (14 August 1257 – May 1275)<ref name="SecretCrusadeCh59"/>		*[[Mongol Empire]] (14 August 1257 – May 1275)<ref name="SecretCrusadeCh59"/>
	*[[Marco Polo]] (May 1275 – c.1295)<ref>''[[Assassin's Creed: Initiates]]'' – [[Database: Retrieving the Codex]]</ref>		*[[Marco Polo]] (May 1275 – c. 1295)<ref>''[[Assassin's Creed: Initiates]]'' – [[Database: Retrieving the Codex]]</ref>
	*[[Dante Alighieri]] (c.1295 – c.1321)<ref name="AuditoreCrypt"/>		*[[Dante Alighieri]] (c. 1295 – c. 1321)<ref name="AuditoreCrypt"/>
	*[[Domenico Auditore]] (c.1321)<ref name="AuditoreCrypt"/>		*[[Domenico Auditore]] (c. 1321)<ref name="AuditoreCrypt"/>

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	[[File:The torch 1.png\|thumb\|left\|250px\|Altaïr handing the Codex to Niccolò Polo]]		[[File:The torch 1.png\|thumb\|left\|250px\|Altaïr handing the Codex to Niccolò Polo]]

	During the [[Mongol Empire\|Mongol]] [[Fall of Masyaf\|siege of Masyaf]] in 1257, Altaïr bequeathed the Codex and five curious [[Memory Seals\|seals]] to [[Niccolò Polo]] for safe keeping.<ref name="SecretCrusadeCh58">''[[Assassin's Creed: The Secret Crusade]]'' – Chapter 58</ref><ref name="PassingTheTorch"/> Two days later however, a Mongol [[raid]]ing party intercepted Niccolò and his brother [[Maffeo Polo\|Maffeo]] as they were fleeing, and took the Codex from them.<ref name="SecretCrusadeCh59">''Assassin's Creed: The Secret Crusade'' – Chapter 59</ref>		During the [[Mongol Empire\|Mongol]] [[Fall of Masyaf\|siege of Masyaf]] in 1257, Altaïr bequeathed the Codex and five curious [[Memory Seals\|seals]] to [[Niccolò Polo]] for safe keeping.<ref name="SecretCrusadeCh58">''[[Assassin's Creed: The Secret Crusade]]'' – Chapter 58</ref><ref name="PassingTheTorch"/> Two days later however, a Mongol [[raid]]ing party intercepted Niccolò and his brother [[Maffeo Polo\|Maffeo]] as they were fleeing, and took the Codex from them.<ref name="SecretCrusadeCh59">''Assassin's Creed: The Secret Crusade'' – Chapter 59</ref>

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	[[File:ACoP 20 v.png\|thumb\|250px\|The Codex being gradually reassembled]]		[[File:ACoP 20 v.png\|thumb\|250px\|The Codex being gradually reassembled]]

	After the pages of the Codex were scattered, the Assassins attempted to bring them together, but by 1478, they had successfully located only six pages. That year, however, [[Ezio Auditore da Firenze\|Ezio Auditore]] took up his his late father [[Giovanni Auditore da Firenze\|Giovanni]]'s duty as an Assassin,<ref name="AChangeOfPlans">''Assassin's Creed II'' – [[A Change of Plans]]</ref> and by 1499 had located and brought together all thirty pages scattered across [[Italy]].<ref name="InBoccaAlLupo">''Assassin's Creed II'' – [[In Bocca al Lupo]]</ref> Each page was encrypted, and the only people capable of deciphering it were Giovanni<ref name="AChangeOfPlans"/> and Ezio's friend, the artist and inventor [[Leonardo da Vinci]].<ref name="AceUpMySleeve">''Assassin's Creed II'' – [[Ace Up My Sleeve]]</ref>		After the pages of the Codex were scattered, the Assassins attempted to bring them together, but by 1478, they had successfully located only six pages. That year, however, [[Ezio Auditore da Firenze\|Ezio Auditore]] took up his his late father [[Giovanni Auditore da Firenze\|Giovanni]]'s duty as an Assassin,<ref name="AChangeOfPlans">''Assassin's Creed II'' – [[A Change of Plans]]</ref> and by 1499 had located and brought together all thirty pages scattered across [[Italy]].<ref name="InBoccaAlLupo">''Assassin's Creed II'' – [[In Bocca al Lupo]]</ref> Each page was encrypted, and the only people capable of deciphering it were Giovanni<ref name="AChangeOfPlans"/> and Ezio's friend, the artist and inventor [[Leonardo da Vinci]].<ref name="AceUpMySleeve">''Assassin's Creed II'' – [[Ace Up My Sleeve]]</ref>

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	By the early 21st century, the Codex pages remained separated; many pages resided in the hands of private collectors, likely Templars, whilst some were on display in public museums, such as one in [[Florence]]'s [[National Central Library]].<ref name="AC2Modern">''Assassin's Creed II'' – [[21st century conversations\|Modern day]]</ref> [[Alan Rikkin]] had a copy of Altaïr's codex in his office at the [[Abstergo Foundation Rehabilitation Center]] in [[Madrid]], [[Spain]]~~. However it remains unknown what happened to this copy after the destruction of the facility~~.<ref>''[[Assassin's Creed: Into the Animus]]''</ref>		By the early 21st century, the Codex pages remained separated; many pages resided in the hands of private collectors, likely Templars, whilst some were on display in public museums, such as one in [[Florence]]'s [[National Central Library]].<ref name="AC2Modern">''Assassin's Creed II'' – [[21st century conversations\|Modern day]]</ref>

			The Templar [[Grand Master of the Templar Order\|Grand Master]] [[Alan Rikkin]] had a copy of Altaïr's codex in his office at the [[Abstergo Foundation Rehabilitation Center]] in [[Madrid]], [[Spain]].<ref>''[[Assassin's Creed: Into the Animus]]''</ref> Following the facility's destruction in a riot in late 2016, the fate of this copy remains unknown.<ref>[[Assassin's Creed (film)\|''Assassin's Creed'' film]]</ref>

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	By the early 21st century, the Codex pages remained separated; many pages resided in the hands of private collectors, likely Templars, whilst some were on display in public museums, such as one in [[Florence]]'s [[National Central Library]].<ref name="AC2Modern">''Assassin's Creed II'' – [[21st century conversations\|Modern day]]</ref> [[Alan Rikkin]] had a copy of Altaïr's codex in his office at the [[Abstergo Foundation Rehabilitation Center]] in [[Madrid]], [[Spain]].<ref>''[[Assassin's Creed: Into the Animus]]''</ref>		By the early 21st century, the Codex pages remained separated; many pages resided in the hands of private collectors, likely Templars, whilst some were on display in public museums, such as one in [[Florence]]'s [[National Central Library]].<ref name="AC2Modern">''Assassin's Creed II'' – [[21st century conversations\|Modern day]]</ref> [[Alan Rikkin]] had a copy of Altaïr's codex in his office at the [[Abstergo Foundation Rehabilitation Center]] in [[Madrid]], [[Spain]]. However it remains unknown what happened to this copy after the destruction of the facility.<ref>''[[Assassin's Creed: Into the Animus]]''</ref>

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	*[[Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad]] (~~autor~~, October 1191 – 12 August 1257)<ref name="PassingTheTorch"/>		*[[Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad]] (author, October 1191 – 12 August 1257)<ref name="PassingTheTorch"/>
	*[[Niccolò Polo]] (12 – 14 August 1257)<ref name="SecretCrusadeCh59"/>		*[[Niccolò Polo]] (12 – 14 August 1257)<ref name="SecretCrusadeCh59"/>
	*[[Mongol Empire]] (14 August 1257 – May 1275)<ref name="SecretCrusadeCh59"/>		*[[Mongol Empire]] (14 August 1257 – May 1275)<ref name="SecretCrusadeCh59"/>

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	Who were [[Isu\|The Ones That Came Before]]? What brought them here? How long ago? Centuries? Millenia? Longer still? So little remains of them... [[Great Catastrophe\|What]] drove them out? What of these artifacts? Messages in a bottle? Tools left behind to aid and guide us? Or do we fight for control over their refuse, giving divine purpose and meaning to little more than discarded toys?		Who were [[Isu\|The Ones That Came Before]]? What brought them here? How long ago? Centuries? Millenia? Longer still? So little remains of them... [[Great Catastrophe\|What]] drove them out? What of these artifacts? Messages in a bottle? Tools left behind to aid and guide us? Or do we fight for control over their refuse, giving divine purpose and meaning to little more than discarded toys?
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	[[Robert de Sablé]] may be dead, but his [[Levantine Rite of the Templar Order\|brotherhood]] survives. Though less conspicuous in appearance, I fear they remain a threat. Where once they proudly walked the streets—making for easier targets—now they retreat into the shadows. It grows difficult to track them. What [[New World Order\|wicked things]] will they weave in the darkness? Our work will be all the more complicated for it. Already there are rumors of a [[Templar Archive\|movement]] on [[Cyprus]]. I will have to investigate...<br><br>It's made me realize that our tactics, too, must change. It means an end to our [[fort]]resses. To our penchant for spectacular displays of public assassinations. We must weave our webs quietly. And we must do so differently than we have in the past.<br><br>Though I ask my brothers now to abandon their rituals, I do not ask that they abandon the creed. THIS is what makes us assassins. Not the [[Initiation into the Assassin Order\|removal]] of a finger. Not a false promise of paradise. Not the prohibition of poison. Our duty is to the [[Civilian\|people]], not to custom. If we must sneak, we shall sneak. If we must use poison, we shall [[Poison Blade\|use]] [[~~Poison dart~~\|poison]]. If our [[Hidden Blade\|blade]]s can be used without removing fingers, we shall not demand they be taken. And we shall not manipulate our [[Assassin apprentice\|initiates]] with lies and parlor tricks. We shall speak plainly and honestly. We shall be made anew...		[[Robert de Sablé]] may be dead, but his [[Levantine Rite of the Templar Order\|brotherhood]] survives. Though less conspicuous in appearance, I fear they remain a threat. Where once they proudly walked the streets—making for easier targets—now they retreat into the shadows. It grows difficult to track them. What [[New World Order\|wicked things]] will they weave in the darkness? Our work will be all the more complicated for it. Already there are rumors of a [[Templar Archive\|movement]] on [[Cyprus]]. I will have to investigate...<br><br>It's made me realize that our tactics, too, must change. It means an end to our [[fort]]resses. To our penchant for spectacular displays of public assassinations. We must weave our webs quietly. And we must do so differently than we have in the past.<br><br>Though I ask my brothers now to abandon their rituals, I do not ask that they abandon the creed. THIS is what makes us assassins. Not the [[Initiation into the Assassin Order\|removal]] of a finger. Not a false promise of paradise. Not the prohibition of poison. Our duty is to the [[Civilian\|people]], not to custom. If we must sneak, we shall sneak. If we must use poison, we shall [[Poison Blade\|use]] [[Dart\|poison]]. If our [[Hidden Blade\|blade]]s can be used without removing fingers, we shall not demand they be taken. And we shall not manipulate our [[Assassin apprentice\|initiates]] with lies and parlor tricks. We shall speak plainly and honestly. We shall be made anew...
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	I had [[Assassin's Creed: Altaïr's Chronicles\|thought]] [[Adha]] would be the one to lead me to rest, that I might lay down my blade and live as a normal man. But now I know such dreams are best left to sleep...<br><br>Her face. I try to banish it from my mind as I remember the days and nights during which I chased her Templar captors across the [[Mediterranean Sea\|sea]]. I almost got to them in time. Almost. If I had only been faster. Instead, I held her lifeless body in my arms—saw the terror reflected in her fixed, unblinking eyes...<br><br>I hunted each man—one by one—until all responsible were gone from the world. But there was no joy in this. No satisfaction or release. Their deaths did not bring her back. Did not heal my wounds. After that, I was certain I would never again feel for a woman as I had for her.<br><br>I am fortunate to have [[Maria Thorpe\|been wrong]].		I had [[Assassin's Creed: Altaïr's Chronicles\|thought]] [[Adha]] would be the one to lead me to rest, that I might lay down my blade and live as a normal man. But now I know such dreams are best left to sleep...<br><br>Her face. I try to banish it from my mind as I remember the days and nights during which I chased her Templar captors across the [[Mediterranean Sea\|sea]]. I almost got to them in time. Almost. If I had only been faster. Instead, I held her lifeless body in my arms—saw the terror reflected in her fixed, unblinking eyes...<br><br>I hunted each man—one by one—until all responsible were gone from the world. But there was no joy in this. No satisfaction or release. Their deaths did not bring her back. Did not heal my wounds. After that, I was certain I would never again feel for a woman as I had for her.<br><br>I am fortunate to have [[Maria Thorpe\|been wrong]].

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	I have studied the ancient pagan faiths that came before this more recent obsession with a single, divine creator. They seem to have focused more on the fundamental forces at play in the world around us and less on arbitrary moral rules...<br><br>The sun rises in the morning and sets in the evening. The tides ebb and flow. Grass grows, withers, dies, and then in time, emerges from the ground once more. The air turns warm then cools and back again. Some hidden energy keeps us fitted to the ground and pulls us back when we attempt to leave it.<br><br>Each of these movements was represented before by a god or goddess. Each force given face, but recognized as something distinct and powerful. Which is not to say there were not connections between these forces—a pantheon of individual spirits—of rules. Invisible hands guiding the progress of the world around us.<br><br>And so here there was an attempt to categorize, study, explain, and understand the way things work—even if it was flawed. But no more. Now we are asked to succumb to a far more simplified explanation. How naïve to believe there might be a single answer to every question. Every mystery. That there exists a lone divine light which rules over all. They say it is a light that brings truth and love. I say it is a light that blinds us—and forces us to stumble about in ignorance.<br><br>I long for the day when men will turn away from invisible monsters and once more embrace a more rational view of the world. But these new religions are so convenient—and promise such terrible punishment should one reject them—I worry that fear shall keep us stuck to what is surely the greatest lie ever told.		I have studied the ancient pagan faiths that came before this more recent obsession with a single, divine creator. They seem to have focused more on the fundamental forces at play in the world around us and less on arbitrary moral rules...<br><br>The sun rises in the morning and sets in the evening. The tides ebb and flow. Grass grows, withers, dies, and then in time, emerges from the ground once more. The air turns warm then cools and back again. Some hidden energy keeps us fitted to the ground and pulls us back when we attempt to leave it.<br><br>Each of these movements was represented before by a god or goddess. Each force given face, but recognized as something distinct and powerful. Which is not to say there were not connections between these forces—a pantheon of individual spirits—of rules. Invisible hands guiding the progress of the world around us.<br><br>And so here there was an attempt to categorize, study, explain, and understand the way things work—even if it was flawed. But no more. Now we are asked to succumb to a far more simplified explanation. How naïve to believe there might be a single answer to every question. Every mystery. That there exists a lone divine light which rules over all. They say it is a light that brings truth and love. I say it is a light that blinds us—and forces us to stumble about in ignorance.<br><br>I long for the day when men will turn away from invisible monsters and once more embrace a more rational view of the world. But these new religions are so convenient—and promise such terrible punishment should one reject them—I worry that fear shall keep us stuck to what is surely the greatest lie ever told.
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	[[File:~~Zw-codex-21~~.png\|thumb\|center\|512px\|A schematic for an altered Hidden Blade, to be used as an injection needle. Various plants and roots have been drawn around it.]]		[[File:AC2 Codex Poison Blade Schematic.png\|thumb\|center\|512px\|A schematic for an altered Hidden Blade, to be used as an injection needle. Various plants and roots have been drawn around it.]]
	One may cultivate extracts from various plants found throughout the region. More exotic species can sometimes be obtained from [[Merchant\|traders]] and travelers, but their properties are less documented and require further examination.<br><br>Traditional alchemical implements can be used to distill the poison. Care should be used as certain poisons can be absorbed through exposed skin. Many are those who have lost their lives to carelessness.<br><br>One's blade should be hollowed according to the specifications listed herein. Deviation may create fractures within the metal, causing the blade to weaken and possibly break.		One may cultivate extracts from various plants found throughout the region. More exotic species can sometimes be obtained from [[Merchant\|traders]] and travelers, but their properties are less documented and require further examination.<br><br>Traditional alchemical implements can be used to distill the poison. Care should be used as certain poisons can be absorbed through exposed skin. Many are those who have lost their lives to carelessness.<br><br>One's blade should be hollowed according to the specifications listed herein. Deviation may create fractures within the metal, causing the blade to weaken and possibly break.
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	What to make of this map? It appears to contain the entire world. Not flat as they claim, either, but round—like a ball. Like The Apple. But how is such a thing even possible? Stranger still are the lands it shows—great patches of the unknown. The unexplored. So many places yet to be discovered... Are there men there? Are they like us? And if not—different how? I should like to know the answers. Perhaps—in time—I'll have the chance to travel. To chart a course and make my way to these distant lands...		What to make of this map? It appears to contain the entire world. Not flat as they claim, either, but round—like a ball. Like The Apple. But how is such a thing even possible? Stranger still are the lands it shows—great patches of the unknown. The unexplored. So many places yet to be discovered... Are there men there? Are they like us? And if not—different how? I should like to know the answers. Perhaps—in time—I'll have the chance to travel. To chart a course and make my way to these distant lands...
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	[[File:Zw-codex-23.png\|thumb\|center\|512px\|An instructional diagram for [[freerunning]]. The Arabic reads: North (هاجم) = Attack, East (تسلق) = ~~[[Freerunning\|~~Climb]], South (ءبر) = Across, and the West (قطر) = Diagonal.]]		[[File:Zw-codex-23.png\|thumb\|center\|512px\|An instructional diagram for [[freerunning]]. The Arabic reads: North (هاجم) = Attack, East (تسلق) = Climb, South (ءبر) = Across, and the West (قطر) = Diagonal.]]
	\|-\|24=Some days I miss my family... Or at least the thought of them. I never knew [[Umar Ibn-La'Ahad\|my]] [[Maud\|parents]] well, despite them both having lived within these walls. It was our way. Perhaps they were sad, though they showed no sign—it was not allowed.<br><br>For my part, so much of my youth was spent in training, there was little time left to reflect upon the separation. And so when they were finally lost to me, it seemed no different than the passing of two strangers. Al Mualim had been as my father, and his was a weak and dishonest love, though at the time it seemed enough—better, even. Or so I thought.<br><br>Some day I will have a [[Darim Ibn-La'Ahad\|child]]—such is the way of our Order. And I will not make the same mistake. Nor any who call themselves an Assassin. We shall be allowed to love our [[Sef Ibn-La'Ahad\|children]]—and, in turn, to be loved. Al Mualim believed such attachments would weaken us—cause us to falter when our lives were on the line. But if we truly fight for what is just, does love not make such sacrifice simpler—knowing that we do so for their gain?		\|-\|24=Some days I miss my family... Or at least the thought of them. I never knew [[Umar Ibn-La'Ahad\|my]] [[Maud\|parents]] well, despite them both having lived within these walls. It was our way. Perhaps they were sad, though they showed no sign—it was not allowed.<br><br>For my part, so much of my youth was spent in training, there was little time left to reflect upon the separation. And so when they were finally lost to me, it seemed no different than the passing of two strangers. Al Mualim had been as my father, and his was a weak and dishonest love, though at the time it seemed enough—better, even. Or so I thought.<br><br>Some day I will have a [[Darim Ibn-La'Ahad\|child]]—such is the way of our Order. And I will not make the same mistake. Nor any who call themselves an Assassin. We shall be allowed to love our [[Sef Ibn-La'Ahad\|children]]—and, in turn, to be loved. Al Mualim believed such attachments would weaken us—cause us to falter when our lives were on the line. But if we truly fight for what is just, does love not make such sacrifice simpler—knowing that we do so for their gain?
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