07/21/2026
Meet the Assassins!
Purple Member: Larae Hall of England
Year: 1649
Many English Romanichal families fled the cities after the Egyptians Act of 1554 branded us criminals by birth. My ancestors hid in the outer lands—forests, marshes, forgotten roads—close enough to trade, far enough to stay unseen. In that exile, a small brotherhood formed. Not the grand Assassins of Italy, but our own Romanchial protectors, sworn to keep our people safe from the hatred that hunted us.
They remembered the name Ezio Auditore da Firenze and the teachings he passed down through generations. For years, my family lived in plain sight, moving when needed, surviving as Assassins always have. Unseen, in the shadows.
My mother, Mariselle, trained in those shadows. Her twin sister, Giselle, walked a darker path. She claimed to possess our people’s psychic and spiritual gifts—gifts she did not have—and used that lie to deceive Templars, nobles, and the poor alike. A scam artist wrapped in false mysticism.
In 1622, Giselle scammed the wrong man: a Knight under the command of Knight‑Commander Vesper Draycott of the British Rite of Templars.
Draycott used her crime as justification to begin a purge.
Giselle became his informant.
And my family, they became his prey.
The only reason we survived was Alastair Vaughn, a nobleman who owed my mother a life‑debt. He misled the Templar forces, sending them in the opposite direction and buying us the time we needed to escape. He protected us again and again—never knowing that my mother carried his child. Never knowing that I, Larae, was his daughter.
We fled once more, leaving behind our home, our allies, and the graves of those we lost.
Twenty‑seven years later, I return at the same age my mother was when the betrayal began. I return to end the darkness that consumed my family, to destroy Giselle and the spies she gathered, and to face Vesper Draycott himself.
We have run long enough.
We work in the darkness to serve the light.