Database: Rift 2 - The Heart of an Assassin

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• The Guide: Hmm. There is something different about you. A newfound sense of... the term escapes me. Is it desire? It's for you to decide. A path you will trace beyond my guidance. Good. What has been obscured can never truly be erased. Only obscured to those who come next. What once was, is. Waiting. Go. Onward.

• Alvaro Catarribera: When I was initiated into the Brotherhood, I swore, among many things, to stay my blade from innocent flesh. As I uttered my oath, I nearly choked on emotion. I felt it sing in my soul. A cruel twist of fate, perhaps, that this oath would turn out to be my undoing. A pursuit gone wrong. A miscalculation on my part. A young girl, fear and confusion etched into her lifeless eyes. My hidden blade, bright and sticky with the waxy sheen of her blood. To this day, I do not know her name. It is likely for the best. One thing to have nightmares. Another thing to know them on a first-name basis. A nightmare that has pursued me since my excommunication from the Brotherhood. From Spain to far-flung ports. Malacca. Formosa. The song I once felt, that once stirred my heart. Silent. And then, Macao. Where I was shaken, briefly, from my drunken haze. A discussion between two men. Templars. Talking in the open. Boldly and unquestioned. I listened intently as they spoke of an expedition in a chain of islands called "Japan." They departed, and I followed. In the year of 1549, I landed at Nagasaki. The arrival of Francisco Javier's delegation provided ample cover and access. I absorbed as much as I could, testing the instinct I was certain had faded since I violated the Brotherhood's three tenets. Since I stumbled from the path I had coveted for so long. I was wrong. My instinct simply hibernated. Waiting for a new war. And, in the land of Japan, I had found it. Or, it found me. I couldn't fight it alone. I would need allies. Soldiers. Progress is slow, but promising. And she is promising as well. A Japanese girl that I saved. Her arm has shriveled from starvation... I wonder how her wrist can bear the weight of a hidden blade. But I recognize the look in her eyes. She is determined to learn. Has the potential to become lethal. To open her heart to the music that once guided me. A tune I had not expected to hear again. Before my day of atonement comes, I am content to do what I have always done. Kill in the name of freedom. To prove my faith in the name of a Brotherhood that will not have me, and the new one I will build. The nightmare. It will subside.