
Okay so it’s National Liqueur Day. I could use a drink or two.
So what’s your favorite drink? Or if don’t drink favorite alternative?

Okay so it’s National Liqueur Day. I could use a drink or two.
So what’s your favorite drink? Or if don’t drink favorite alternative?

*checks calendar*
Yeah it’s October … how?
Favorite Fall deserts – apple pie? Pecan Pie? Or something else.
Recipes?

Question: Name off the India Members of Sanguen Clan
(Hint: It’s listed in the wiki bios)

Jayadeep doesn’t know anything about his birth father, and has vague memories of his mother who was always sad. And as far as Jayadeep is concerned his father is Arbaaz Mir, the man who saved him from a life of slavery.
Arbaaz raised him since he was eight years old, making sure he had an education and a future. He knew from a young age, that his ‘father’ was a Vampire, and had been introduced to Alexander The Great and his Mate. He would sit at their feet and listen to many of their stories, learning history from the men who forged it.
It wasn’t until he was a teenager he understood the physical training Arbaaz had put him through. He was introduced to Dastan, and told about the Assassins.
He knew then this is what he was destined to be.
When he was in his mid-twenties he was introduced to Ashoka. The two had looked at each other and laughed. Ashoka, had claimed him as family, though knew Jayadeep’s loyalty was to his father.
Azbaar understood how hatred could fester in oneself if one don’t look beyond the pain and hurt. Jayadeep wanted the English to pay for what they did to his people, so to teach him a lesson he was sent to London to train with the Frye siblings.
He stared at the two of them in shock. Jake had slapped him on the shoulder, welcoming him to the Rooks, while Evie had rolled her eyes and dared him to keep up.
In the ten years he spent with them, he learned more about life than he thought he would have.
It was during the fourth year of being in England a mission went to hell, and he had been mortally wounded.
Evie didn’t hesitate.

About a month back I put out a question to see what was the best option for fanmixes.
It pretty much was tied on downloads and spotify.
So this is what we’ll be doing.
All fanmixes will be downloadable from the Archive, if possible a Spotify playlist will also be available.
Which means I’ve been updating the Music Room (specifically the fanmixes I’ve done) to add Spotify lists to some of the fanmixes!

Reminder! Make sure to be following the Sylum Security Group to get the new Password.
The new Password has been announced and at the moment both will work.
November 1st the currant one will stop working!

It’s World Smile Day.
I figured a cute post with a bun drinking coffee.
This is why at 1:03 the buns will jump up and give random story ideas that make no sense, until five days later.

Arbaaz Mir was born in Kashmir in northwestern India during the early 19th century to a Muslim family. His home region was conquered by Maharaja Ranjit Singh of the Sikh Empire in 1819, leading to the death of numerous Muslims in Kashmir, including some of Arbaaz’s kin. This led Arbaaz to grow up with a resentment towards Singh, considering him a cold-blooded killer.
His revenge led him to go after Singh only to be thwarted by the Assassins. He was taken from India and handed over to Dastan and Altaïr. Both saw potential in him, but also his anger. They worked to train him, and in time they watched him grow into a steady Assassin.
Dastan escorted him back to India, hearing rumors about his old enemy, the Hassassin. When they arrived he discovered that Templars were using the British Government to influence the Maharaja so they could control the land and wealth.
Arbaaz had to face his own emotions when he came face to face with Singh.
He realized they were trying to poison the Maharaja, and knocked the tea out of his hand, instead of watching him die – but it was already too late. The Templar escaped but Arbaaz stayed with the Singh, and told him he forgave him.
Ranjit smiled and died peacefully.
Arbaaz barely had time to react when the Templar returned. He defected the blow, but ended up with a mortal wound before he gave the killing blow.