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[The Sarcophagi room has been getting many new visitors as of late. This one who's now arriving shouldn't be any different.

But Ezio, for some reason or another, remembers getting on a horse to try and send news of the attack against the villa, remembers fighting against hundreds of men.

Most of all, he remembers Cesare.

But now, there's only darkness, and in that darkness he can feel that bullet dig right into his shoulder, blood pooling as his arms struggle to lift themselves, feeling the oppressive weight of the sarcophagi he's trapped in.

And then he remembers this place. He was here, again. Gone from the Castle one morning, to return home to see his uncle and bretheren, only to be attacked and now trapped back in a place he barely liked or knew.

There's a definite sound of cursing in Italian heard from behind the heavy lid, and it slowly but surely is shoved off, bringing light into a once-dark place. Ezio stumbles out, still bleeding heavily from his arm, and takes his first few steps rather determined to get out of this place. Then another, and another, and another. And then he collapses, too weak to keep moving because of the loss of blood, wondering if this is the place that he is going to die, after all he's been through.

A little help? He could use it right about now.]

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Feb. 3rd, 2012 11:01 pm
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[His satchel secured around his torso and a piece of parchment in his hand, Malik Al-Sayf is wandering around just about everywhere that his feet can carry him at this given moment. Not one to be social, he has taken on the task of mapping out the known area on his own as knows his skills and knows that cartography is a talent that he holds. Whether a map had been given or not, he was not in possession of it and so he figured that one would eventually be needed as this place had be larger than it looked, had to hold more than what had been revealed to them thus far.

His process is tedious, it takes moments of sketching upon parchment when arriving in area for something rough, then counting paces to assure distances between walls, putting in staircases, counting the number of stairs it takes to ascend. It's a complicated process but he seems not only intent in exploring the place further to completely get his barrings but also on creating a solid map that perhaps can be replicated later.

Assistance is always appreciated but Malik is a sharp and rather severe figure, so it not always seems that way. Perhaps he seems a little too occupied in his work and simply needs a bit of interruption.]
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Everyone's waking up at once, covered in bits of rubble, temporarily without abilities and with a lurking headache. The castle looms around them, irrepressibly gray, huge and silent. The only noises are the people, rustling as they extract themselves from their sarcophagi and look for exits along the arching walkways.

Better take a look around, and see if anyone else knows what's going on.

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