Altair Ibn-La'Ahad (
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2nd Codex | Audio
[Altaïr was unaware that the journal in his pocket had activated somehow, that it was transmitting for all the sound of it smacking against wood as he steadily made his way up the mast of the ship he now called home. Over the rhythmic thuds and the sound of the wind blowing, Altaïr's voice could faintly be heard. And if one knew Arabic, they were in for quite a treat.
Curses upon the ship were tumbling from his mouth, the vast majority of which we're wishing catastrophe upon the ship. He was NOT enjoying himself at the moment, but it was necessary for him to acquaint himself with his new surroundings.]
Curses upon the ship were tumbling from his mouth, the vast majority of which we're wishing catastrophe upon the ship. He was NOT enjoying himself at the moment, but it was necessary for him to acquaint himself with his new surroundings.]
voice; (Sorry this took so long, i got sick :(
I lost my balance while climbing. The rocking of the ship from the waves was harsher up here than I expected. It almost threw me from my perch.
voice;
Why were you climbing, anyway? At least tell me that had a fun reason!
voice;
I was wanting to adjust to the rocking of the waves. This is not a form of transport I am used to. [Give him a horse any day.]
voice;
I'm sure that'll happen to you too eventually! ...Probably!