View Full Version : abbas/rauf

05-28-2008, 04:48 AM
what are rauf and abbas supposed to represent at beginning of game? the general assassins' attitudes to altair or what?

05-28-2008, 04:57 AM
ive noticed that too.
a lot of people are mentioned and forgotten about.
i only remember the person (rauf) when Altair goes to Masyaf right at the beginning, but we dont see him again.
also when you reach the castle Altair talks to someone at the doorway but i dont think he has a name.
unless i missed it

05-28-2008, 05:09 AM
the guy at the door the one who accuses altair of being a bootlicker -- that's abbas. alatir calls him so.
rauf you see again when the templars attack and altair is running out, and when the leap of faith occurs to show robert de sable whats what

05-28-2008, 05:11 AM
i remember the leap of faith bit.
bootlicker hehehe.
Altair obviously doenst like to be called names as he threatened to 'put my blade to your throat'
but he is a bootlicker at the beginning isnt he

05-28-2008, 05:15 AM
no he ain't. he admits his mistake but he's no bootlicker. i think abbas knows something cause of the way he says "brother" at end

05-28-2008, 05:19 AM
yeah he didnt sound too friendly did he

05-28-2008, 07:49 AM
Abbas... grrr. I wanted to punch him so bad.

05-28-2008, 08:01 AM
"best hurry. no doubt you're eager to put your tongue to his boot" the insinuation....
rauf though seems to respect altair

05-28-2008, 08:21 AM
Shameless plug: I recently had some fun with Abbas in a fic I'm writing. http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/icon_twisted.gif

If anyone's interested, it's at my DA page. The title is "Wisdom, Sorrow".

05-28-2008, 08:37 AM
yo nevar, that is awesome!!!!

here's a little one of mine from malik's viewpoint -- just wanted to get it off my chest

Malik burned.
His mind churned with thoughts of what he'd to that.... That... he couldn't finish as dizziness swept through him. He fought to stay awake, to stay sane, to keep Kadar's ghost away.
He'd lost blood, a lot of it too. His left arm was gone. Attached still to his body but not for long.
His feverish thoughts turned to Kadar, his right arm, his Little Brother, struck down by a Templar in front of him as he'd tried to defend Malik who'd been pushed to the ground. The blood, the scream, and then the sightless eyes when Kadar landed on him in his death throes. He'd screamed then, long, loud wail of sorrow, anger and pain.
He'd seen him enter the novitiate at 12 when he was already a ranked assassin himself. Malik had guided him and helped him. Kadar had been awestruck by the Masyaf fortress and had stared speechless at it. At that moment he'd reminded Malik of himself on his first day.
His horse stumbled in his tiredness and jolted Malik back to reality. The beast righted itself on the stony road leading up to Masyaf. They were in the foothills now – just 5 more miles. Allah, please, just let him pass the gate and then...!
He checked the prize he carried slung in a worn leather saddle-bag in front of him. The irregular shape of the chalice holding the treasure met his hand. He didn't know what was inside but it was packed tightly as he did not sense any motion from it. Perhaps the egg shaped thing itself was the treasure... Why would Al Mualim need it? The only one to know seemed to be... That led him to think of Altair. He spat. The name was bitter now. And where was the ******* anyway? Run away most likely. Hiding like the coward he was. It did not matter – he, Malik, had the prize. And more: Templars on his tail.
They'd been following him since he'd grabbed the treasure when it had fallen as result of Robert's throwing Altair and ran. He had not dared stop and eat or even treat his injuries for fear lest they catch him. Was he exposing the Brotherhood? No, Altair had done it already, the *****son! Anger rose again like bile. Malik did not bother keeping it down. Anger and hate helped him, made his head clear, allowed him to go on past endurance. The Creed was broken. Now they were reaping the whirlwind. Allah help them all...

The wooden gate was open on a market day as Malik rode in slowly. The unsuspecting people turned and looked at his blooded form and foamed, tired horse. They whispered and someone ran up the way to the fortress to warn the Master. Some of his brothers out shopping stopped the horse, even though he mumbled "let go... have to get...". They escorted him up to the castle, past the training ring, all the way to the huge entrance doors of latticed iron work. Someone helped him down and held him as he caught his breath. A draught was handed to him and he drank despite his weariness. There was a crowd in the yard, eyes wide – grooms, guards, novices...
After a while, when he felt he could stand on his own he thanked the brothers, handed the bag with the treasure to one of the novices and signed him to follow. He entered the coolness of the stone hall lit with a chandelier as it was late afternoon. He heard voices up above: a deep older one and a younger... he knew them both. The Master of the Assassins was speaking and berating someone. Three guesses who, Malik thought wrily. The ******* had run indeed – he was here. Malik's right arm twitched. He told himself to breathe or his anger would choke him. Altair was trying to explain his, Malik's, disappearance. Well, he'd spoil it for him.
He ascended the central staircase just as al Mualim asked: "Where are Malik and Kadar?"
He walked along the gallery of the library as the author of the debacle said: "Dead."

"Not dead."
Both men spun. Malik was gratified to see shock in Altair's eyes. Ha, did he think Malik had no fighting skills! He'd fought his way out with one arm, for God's sake! AND brought the treasure back.
Al Mualim took in his appearance at a glance and immediately sent for a Healer Brother, then asked: "Well, what happened, Malik?"
Malik, ignoring Altair completely, said slowly: "I have brought what your favourite failed to find. Here, take it."
The novice came forward with the bag and placed it on al Mualim's table at his gesture.
"Thank you, Malik," al Mualim said quietly. "Where is your brother?" he added.
Malik took a deep breath to calm himself. He turned to Altair and said clearly, his eyes boring into his enemy's (for that's how he thought of Altair now): "Dead. Because of you!" His right arm waved. "Because you would not heed my warning!"
"Robert threw me from the room. There was nothing I could do." Excusing away his conduct. *******.
Coward! Malik screamed inside his mind, may God strike you down for this!
At that moment the healer showed up and bustled up to Malik. "There is one more thing, Master," Malik got out as the healer looked over his arm and pronounced it unsalvageable. One more thing to lay at Altair's door.
Al Mualim turned to him. "Yes?"
"It seems I returned with more than just the treasure."
He saw Altair open his mouth to speak, but suddenly the drums went off in alarm. One of the informer brothers ran in to report an attack on Masyaf by Templars. Al Mualim gave instructions to keep them occupied if possible and sent Altair off to help. Malik was thunderstruck. He'd just betrayed them and the old man still trusted him! He swayed and would have fallen if the healer hadn't grabbed him and sat him down in nearest chair. A practical part of Malik saw a certain sense in letting Altair go: right now they needed every man they had to repel this attack. Himself was pretty useless with only one arm and ill to boot. Al Mualim told the healer to get him to his rooms and attend to him. "Later, I'll have you tell me everything that happened under Solomon's temple."
"As you will, al Mualim," Malik replied, getting to his feet. Tottering he made his way to his rooms up in one of the towers with the healer's aid. All the way up he heard the screams of the dying and the quick, the clang of weapons, the drums up top of the watchtower continuing their beat, filling the fortress with a dull shaking.
After the healer left, promising the operation for 2 days hence as he thought he might have more patients soon, Malik let go of his iron control that he'd maintained these past weeks of hellish delirious riding, half of which he could not remember doing, and cried for Kadar, bitter lonely tears of loss and despair. All was lost to him now. Nothing remained. Nothing was true anymore. Everything was permitted. Even hate. Even anger. He let the two feelings consume him as Kadar's face loomed large in his mind's eye. He was Malik al Sayer and he was alone, burning.

05-28-2008, 10:06 AM
Thanks, altairego! Very nice story, too. Are you on DA? If so, send me a note.

05-28-2008, 10:29 AM
yeah great story, ireally enjoyed it and it seems so realistic aswell.
maybe you should help with the AC2 storyline, i bet u would be good at it http://forums.ubi.com/groupee_common/emoticons/icon_smile.gif

05-28-2008, 06:12 PM
EDIT: now i do have a DA acct

i can't draw to save my life honestly
btw, nevar, please tell me the altair's mother story cause i came across the ref on your DA page. or just gimme a link. i'll go and write some more http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/icon_twisted.gif
i loved the whole poison altair thing http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/11.gif

05-28-2008, 07:07 PM
Originally posted by altairego:
EDIT: now i do have a DA acct

i can't draw to save my life honestly
btw, nevar, please tell me the altair's mother story cause i came across the ref on your DA page. or just gimme a link. i'll go and write some more http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/icon_twisted.gif
i loved the whole poison altair thing http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/11.gif

PM sent.

05-30-2008, 03:23 AM
that's a great story, altairego! y didn't u write it sooner and enter the competition with it?

back on topic.. i remember that there was someone called Rauf, but i don't remember who was he.. http://forums.ubi.com/groupee_common/emoticons/icon_confused.gif
as for Abbas, i love that cut-scene where Altaοr says to him:"another word and i'll put my blade to ur throat"(or something like that) http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/icon_twisted.gif

05-30-2008, 05:35 AM
it is a dangerous thing to threaten an assassin carrying a hidden blade. prohibition on weapons or no, i would have killed the ******* right there.
rauf is the guy who greets altair when he returns from the failed mission in masyaf's market