assassin's creed: A time of Dying

First kill

June 14th, 1887

My horse stopped and whined. Im miles away from deadwood. Its dark, almost enough to keep you from seeing you're hand in front of you're face. I was riding in a place called spearfish canyon following the assassin I had injured.

A little while before, this assassin attacked me. He was definitely a Chinese assassin that had quite possibly came over when the railroad needed workers. Hickok had chased after him and even was shooting at him in town. He unsurprisingly missed all six shots, possibly too drunk to shoot straight. I found the assassin in my room going through my things. As I opened the door he rushed me sending me to the floor with his hidden blade to my throat.

"Templar! Don't you know the American West is under our control. You should have stayed home." He spoke so confidently as he raised his hidden blade ready to pierce my throat.

"I'm not surprised by your arrogance" I said as I pulled the trigger of my pistol that was embedded in his ribs.

To my surprise he quickly stood up, even as blood poured from his wound. He managed to make his way down the stairs towards his horse behind the hotel. I stood up feeling my throat with my left hand and my pistol in the other. I herd his horse whined and galloping away. I made my way down to the street where I kept my horse. As I pushed my horse to his limit, he was breathing heavily as I pushed him after the assassin.

So here I am riding through spearfish canyon. I pulled on the reins to stop and drew my pistol from its holster. Assassins are known to climb and I didn't want one to have the upper hand. I kept going until I found a blood trail leading up a tree. I looked closer, his white robes were flapping in the wind. It made him easy to spot. He was sitting against the trunk of the tree with his legs straddling the branch he was sitting on.

"Just kill me Templar, just do it. I will be avenged... some day." he yelled out.

"No doubt." I yelled back. As I aimed my pistol at him.

I shot him which in turn made his lifeless body fall. He hit almost every branch on the way to the ground. landing in a pool of his own blood.

When I had returned to deadwood Hickok knocked on my rooms door, and I invited him in. He reviled to me some information about more assassin's in the western territory's.

"I've received word that there is more of those assassin's like the one you just killed. I heard there safe haven is in Stillwater, Colorado. Its only a days ride from here if you take the train. " Hickok said while swigging from a bottle of his Tennessee whiskey.

"Ill ride for stillwater tomorrow, in the mean time Mr. Hickok. Would you like to become a part of the Templar order and keep this part of the west under our control,  it pays very handsomely." I said

"I'ts not about the money here but ill take up your offer... to be a Templar." I put my hand in my pockets digging out a Templar ring and recited the oath.

"do you swear to uphold the principles of our order and for all that which we stand?" I asked

"I do" he said

"And never divulge our secrets and the true meaning of our cause" I asked

"I do" he said

"And willing to give you're life to the cause" I asked.

"I do" he said.

"You are a Templar" I said sliding the ring on his hand "now repeat after me" I spoke.  "may the father of understanding guide us"

"May the father of understanding guide us" he said in his raspy old tone.

"This calls for a drink" he said as he sat down and me long with him.

I sat there ready for what was to come in this new territory in the United States of America. We were truly making history.