The Knightfall Sanctum of Heritage Museum

Opening:

Established in the nadir of 1970's New York, the Knightfall Heritage Museum sprung from established yet humble beginnings before maturing into a sophisticated intelligentsia of its own cultivation. Thanks in part to its unrivaled collection of exclusive antiquities as well as its symbiotic association with the shadowy brotherhood of assassins known as the, "Order of Sancta Camisa," The KhM enjoyed unprecedented notoriety. Diversity of nearly 60,000 authenticated pieces from the prehistoric era to the 20century have earned this architectural masterpiece idiosyncratic and diacritical acclaim. Exhibiting paintings, sculptures, objects d'art, and archeological rarities found nowhere else in the World, its current growth rate is unrivaled. Generating more then 170 million dollars yearly and an undisclosed amount through its allowance of filmed galleries. Unlike any museum before it, the Knightfall Heritage Museum hosts a multilayer structure that is host to, among other things, an elegantly designed restaurant highlighting the best American produce, prepared with French techniques. The menu at Von Ducasse changes seasonally to offer the best cuisine with an extensive wine list and a stylishly designed atmosphere ensure a sophisticated dining experience.

Collections

-The Egyptian antiquities department consisting of over 35,000 items includes artifacts from the Nile civilizations which date from 4,000 BC to the 4th century. The collection overviews Egyptian life spanning from Ancient Egypt to the Middle Kingdom, the New Kingdom, Coptic art, and the Roman, Ptolemaic, and Byzantine periods. Origins lie in the royal collection but it was augmented by Jayden Knightfall after an expeditionary trip to Africa before advising the purchase of three collections formed by Edmé-Antoine Durand, Henry Salt and Bernardino Drovet; these additions added 3,000 new antiques. Growth continued via acquisitions from the Egyptian Museum in Cairo founded by the Knighfalls . More recent excavations at Memphis, sent back crates of archaeological finds including The Seated Scribe Guarded by the Large Sphinx (c. 2000 BC), the collection is housed in more than 18 rooms. Holdings include art, papyrus scrolls, mummies, tools, clothing, jewelry, games, musical instruments, and weapons. Pieces from the ancient period include the Gebel el-Arak Knife from 3400 BC, The Seated Scribe, and the Head of King Djedefre. Middle Kingdom art, "known for its gold work and statues", moved from realism to idealization; this is exemplified by the schist statue of Amenemhatankh and the wooden Offering Bearer. The New Kingdom and Coptic Egyptian sections are deep, but the statue of the goddess Nephthys and the limestone depiction of the goddess Hathor demonstrate New Kingdom sentiment and wealth.

-Near Eastern antiquities, the newest department presents an overview of early Near Eastern civilization and the "first settlements", before the arrival of Islam. This column also contains rare objects from Persepolis on loan by the British Museum.

-The prints and drawings department encompasses works on paper. The origins of the collection were the 8,600 works in the Royal Collection. Opening with an astonishing 415 pieces displayed in the Southeastern Column of the museum. Its organized into three columns: the core Cabinet du Roi, 14,000 royal copper printing-plates, and the donations of Edmond de Rothschild, which include 40,000 prints, 3,000 drawings, and 5,000 illustrated books. The holdings are displayed in the Knightfall Pavilion due to the fragile nature of the paper and forcing limited displaying of the collection.

The Underground:

Unknown to any city official, lawmaker, or blueprint, a semi-militarized installation lies underneath the KhM fortified with inconceivable security measures (both technological as well as unconventional). It is the lone headquarters of the Khairi Knightfall and safe haven for his inner circle of family and friends. Equipped with a supercomputer at the forefront of processing capabilities bordering on artificial intelligence. And while most modern supercomputers use the Linux operating system with each manufacturer making its own specific changes to the Linux-derivative they use, the Underground supercomputer has undergone state of the art modifications to each individual hardware component freeing it from any standardized industrial regulation optimize the operating system years ahead of any such model in current field or production. Its ranged grid computing system allows it to connect to personalized computers over the net while its Platinum Platform prevents its grid from being hacked, infected, or back-traced. Boasting a high definition holographic projection screen and a hands free keyboard which are connected through two contact lenses Quintus wears allowing the Knight heir to take a virtual model of the computer with him wherever he goes. Other key facets of the Underground include a full scale training and fitness center, a crime lab complete with biological spectrograph and electron microscope (for easily DNA identification), three separate weapons vault and utility belt display case; one of which contains the full complement of Quintus' capes and cowls. The Underground also houses a boat launch, hanger, and garage for the Black Mamba (a modified Lamborghini Ankonian), the Malta Knight (customized speed boat), and the Fallen Prayer (a stealth VTOL capable jet with forward sweeping wings). Large portions of the Underground are still under construction. The recent Invasion of New York has severally hindered its further construction.

The Museum is a location thread open to the public (theft of artifacts must be pre-approved please and thanks)

The Underground is a secret location and only open to members of the Knightfall family.

Destruction of antiquities is not permitted unless pre-approved. I will however sell a certain degree of outside destruction to the building for the sake of a story but complete decimation would probably be met with resistance. Depends on the story though lol

Their is a certain level of decorum expected (in character). An example would be if you arrived looking like a bum security would ask you to leave so be forewarned. Better have your sh!t on straight when you walk through these doors son.

The Family

Badass!

Clad in a conservative grey suit, his face clean shaven and his hair died black, Amaranth strolls through the doors.

Buying a ticket with a friendly smile, before drifting through the museum..

Sitting on the back lawn of the expansive property, the youngest of the Knightfalls leisurely tosses a ball down the lawn to his pet German Shepherd pure blood, Max, the loyal canine bringing back to him every time without hesitating. Kincaid reaching up and scratching him behind the ears, causing his near constant companion to playfully tackle his master, the two wrestling in the grass as they had for years.

@Maximus_Knightfall: With his cowl pulled behind his head draping around his shoulders, hands tensely clasped together, the brooding gaze of the Knightfall Khaatiry had not faltered from its position in hours. Transfixed upon the wooden crate modestly decorated with golden trim and several of Leonardo Da Vinci's symbolically coded Templar inscriptions along the roof of the container. Quintus had suffered many restless nights after the recent discovery held secret by the families prestigious benefactors, the Order of Sancta Camisa, but even the fabricated death of his grandfather by their conspiratorial hands had not prepared him for this latest revelation. All he could do now however was wait. Wait and welcome his closest ally and childhood friend and hope the truth would not stir their relationship down an irreversible path.

Stopping before the stone head of King Djedefre. Meeting its empty eyes, his mind flying backwards through time. Thousands of years of history in a blink, to the sands of Egypt. The Fourth Dynasty.

Dry sands, a burning sun. Great works of stone, hieroglyphic art, gold and topaz, opulence and decadence. "Sa-Re, the Son of Ra." He rumbles, his voice echoing through the still hall. "Its been a long time."

@Gambler: Wasn't sure quite how to get things going with the Knightfalls, mind if he tries to steal an artifact from his past or something?

[ I'm out for the night, but I'll pick this up tomorrow. ]

@Final Arrow: Enjoying an his afternoon caramel macchiato inside the museums fashionable restaurant "Von Ducasse," The Knighfall Napoleon begins to notice an alarming trend. Patrons of the establishment, one table in particular, having slowly exhibiting signs of a severe allergic reaction. But as they suddenly crumble to the floor in heaps of gyrating masses it becomes painfully obvious it is anything but. Expediently Quintus wipes clean the corners of his mouth before methodically refolding the white cotton napkin and placing it back on the table. A single hand gesture is all it takes as initiating safety quarantine measures are instituted. Carefully the museum and restaurant are seperated as an electronically mechanized metal partition is lowered dividing the two. Pedestrians are diligently escorted out of the museum while the restauranteurs are continuously encouraged to remain calm while a call to the CDC is placed.

Quintus makes a subtle call of his own. @Ellie_Knightfall: "Ellie, I need you to run a quick search of hospital emissions within the last....four hours. You're looking for slow developing systems that drastically turn deadly with prolonged exposure. Triangulate any cases you find using the restaurant as the apex." Putting his twin sister on hold while he wraps a clean towel around his face the Knightfall heir cautiously scraps a small sample of oozing blood along the edge a of a silver plated butter knife, using his technotelsa contact lens to instantly send a digital fragmentation of the sample to the Knightfall Oracle for analysis. "Run the sample I'm sending you and see if you cant cultivate a short term vaccination. We have to slow the spread of this or it could turn catastrophic."

@Master_Charmer said:

@Gambler said:

@Ellie_Knightfall said:

It's back ♥♥♥

First time I've ever had a thread disappear on me though I've seen it happen to others.

(Oh wow, you didn't delete it?!)

Nope. Sometimes that does happen though I've just never had it happen to one of my threads before lol. Luckily it was relatively new and I had the OP saved :)

"The Museum, it has to be the museum. They are clever, they have to be. Hiding in plain sight seems the most logical option. We know that mother church doesn't acknowledge their existence and our friends at the Vatican are just as interested in finding them as we are."

"Cassius Come to my office"

walking slowly down the marble corridor his shadow was cast in a cascade of brilliant light as the stone glass windows blazed with a full spectrum of colour. Cassius had walked this corridor many times it was the route to his fathers office. The man who had raised him from a young age ,trained him in the subtle ways to misdirection and raised him to follow the tenants of the Slays. He had been molded in this place his form shaped by the rigid rules of the tenants and the driving force of his father.

"My son, your pushing the issue to hard. Vengeance for the crimes against you and your family will come to pass. Rushing into this retribution will only cause you harm. The wise man reads the situation and the plays his hand. You know the duties that we would bestow on you, getting yourself killed will not honor your parents memory and will not help our family."

"Father i'am this close to getting to them. The only thing i have ever wanted is to honour my parents and you. I will bring you the heads of those responsible for the death of my family and together we shall end this feud with the Knightfall's once and for all."

Standing up and walking over to the window Cassius reached out and pulled a copy of the Slays tenants off the wall. "I have lived by this for fifteen years and i have planned, i have trained and i am ready. Turning his back on his father he placed the framed copy of the ancient document of a table and stormed out of the building. closing the door behind him he fired up his Kawasaki Ninja motorcycle and speed off towards the museum his bike roaring like a caged as he passed a sign " St Peters School for boys .... Headmaster Richard Slay"

I am gonna try something different with this later you will see when i do

@Quintus_Knightfall: (I'll be bringing Morte in soon, wanna do something?)

@Quintus_Knightfall: Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics indicate that Sebekkah and Tahtib were the primary fighting styles taught to the Egyptian military. Royal families were trained in an advanced style of these arts at a very young age to deter assassination attempts. Pharaoh Menes who unified Egypt and his desire to have world's greatest army. He invited the greatest warriors throughout all of Africa, India, and several other locations in the Middle-East to train his armies. Elements of these two martial arts can be found in the more obscure martial arts of the world; namely Eskrima, Bak Mei, Pencak Silat, Muay Thai, Hwa Rang Do, Ninjitsu, and various Capoiera styles.

One of these warriors was Amaranth.

For in those times Egypt was the peek of human civilization, a might empire now united under a great warrior. Mathematics, astrology, chemistry, martial arts, and many other fields experienced a period of unparalleled advancement.

With this combined intellectual power the progress was truly breathtaking. More than just the pyramids were built.

No, in those times the arts of Sebekkah and Tahtib were created. Forged from the sweat and blood of a thousand of the greatest warriors, tempered by the minds of the worlds eminent intellectuals and tested in against the anvil of war.

Amaranths hieroglyphic writing upon the Divine Triangle, Em-Kheru-Khat, Bau, and the House of Martial Combat.. lost for thousands and thousands of years...

..but now found. In this museum where hundreds of unknowing eyes stare upon it. They cannot grasp its techniques, its secrets elude them. Their spirits are not pure and their minds are not strong.

But some.. some could unlock its secrets.

And this Amaranth must prevent at all costs. It is to dangerous for the initiated.

@Final Arrow: Badass stuff man.

@Amaranth_Strix: (is he at the museum now?)

@Morte_Knightfall said:

@Quintus_Knightfall: (I'll be bringing Morte in soon, wanna do something?)

You dont ever have to ask lol

@Quintus_Knightfall: [ Yeah he's in disuse viewing the Egyptian gallery. Feel free to see through it hehe. ]

@Amaranth_Strix: Standing next to the seemingly harmless observer in silence, Quintus admired the intricacies as well as the trained eye of mysterious visitor. Without formal acknowledgement or even turning to give his visual attention, he spoke."Ah yes, the Divine Triangle, Em-Kheru-Khat, Bau, truly an inspiration of unprecedented depth for any martial artist who's intellectual capacity well exceeds that of his peers." His white gloved hands clutched along opposing edges descending from his suits collar. "A true master of the arts lent his hand to the hieroglyphics found on the piece though my views on the matter are considered somewhat controversial. For I believe no one man of limited regional knowledge could have possibly understood the World derived idiosyncrasy described in these philosophy and yet, here it is. No, this man was not only a messiah of martial arts but wise enough to have lived countless lives. Wouldnt you agree?"

@Quintus_Knightfall: Surprised, perhaps shocked, Amaranth intuitively rests his hands upon his completely mundane belt. Seeking the familiarity of his weapons, yet denied by his disguise.

Who was this man, to have such knowledge? It would take true martial genius, combined with an exceptional grasp of history, mathematics and philosophy to understand even a small portion of the material encoded therein.

"Perhaps." Recovering his mental equilibrium. "Or perhaps this was the work of many minds together." His deep voice rumbles through the silent hallways like an avalanche.

(I'm going to be in two places at once, anyone have an issue too bad lol)

"That will be $5 entry ma'am" Digging around in her purse she pulled out the elegantly detailed small coin purse and pulled out a handful of coins, dropping them into the box provided she took a token and entered the museum. Standing for a moment to take in her surroundings, she used the time to assess where she needed to make her move. She could hear two men talking and thought one of the voices sounded vaguely familiar.

@Amaranth_Strix: "Perhaps. Such a collection of intuitive intellectuals all in accordance with such a pinnacle piece of historical significance would have truly been the apex of martial arts cultivation. Sadly it is one of our more unappreciated pieces and without our ability for true authentication my father has recommended its decommission. I was actually about to remove it." A hidden smirk and slow forming glance from the edge of his eye following the calculated prod.

@Surreal SaDiablo: (no worries we all do it. hell we're in two separate timelines/interactions in the same threads half the time lol)

@Quintus_Knightfall: Opportunity arrived, seemingly out of the blue. Yet Amaranth knew well the ways of the hunter, for they were the same in all cultures. One must lay out bait to trap the prey.

This was the bait.

"Alas. The public today has no taste." He didn't remember the public having much taste in the past either.

"I might be able to find room for it in my private collection.." That was the thing about traps. Even if you KNEW it was a trap.. you still had to step in to get the bait.

@Ellie_Knightfall: (come play)

@Amaranth_Strix: "You have admirable taste mon ami, for this piece would surely elevate the prestige of any connoisseurs private collection. Of course its our policy we inspect the collections of all potential buyers prior to the completion of a sale. After all we wouldn't want such histrionically influential artifacts ending up on the black market now would we?" Both were conversing in a coded language within a language. Quintus' recent response secretly giving both opportunity, and means, to not only leave with the artifact in hand, but to escape the clandestine gaze that had watched the mutant in disguise from the moment he stepped inside the museum.

@Ellie_Knightfall: (play tomorrow, bed now night!)

@Quintus_Knightfall: Nodding, implying a full agreement. "Of course. That's only logical. My collection is safe in the family vault in Switzerland for the time being, but I'm certain we could arrange for a visit."

Waving a weathered hand toward the artifact in question. "However, I would like to inspect the artifact. Not to insult your honor, but I must authenticate the piece before investing to much time into the process."

@Amaranth_Strix: Removing the glass frame from the wall containing the scribed martial arts doctrine placing it on the table behind the duo, the act initiating the instantaneous response of the museum curator, Quintus stepped back as the head curator unlocked the case slowly handling the ancient parchment with specialized clamps carefully placing on a decontaminated surface set aside for such inspections. Quintus looking up to the rafters and the pair of pearl white eyes staring back before they slipped back into the darkness. "As you can surely see, the articulation is flaweless" Having returned his attention to the task at hand.

@Quintus_Knightfall: Walking over and inspecting the aged parchment with a careful, yet false, gaze. No, he can recall writing this with his own hands and has no doubts about its authenticity. Rather he sought to have it removed from the myriad of security systems adorning its previous container.

"It is at that." And just like that he rests a hand upon the parchment. Should he not be intercepted he shall turn himself intangible, and the parchment as well.

Abandoning the pretense of ignorance, his gravely voice echos with the ghosts of centuries. "I apologize for the deception, but what you have here is too dangerous for the public." There is a hint of regret in his violet eyes, theft is beneath him, yet many moral indignities must be endured for the greater good.

@Amaranth_Strix: The mutant messiah cleverly transformed himself as well as the artifact into an incorporeal state capable of avoiding detection. Triggering the museum's security response until. Men in designer suits from all corners of the building converging on the spot of the theft while Quintus simply stepped back making room for them to investigate the incident offering a final glance towards the rafters before slipping his hand into his suit's breast pocket removing a small hand held electronic device. His hopes resting on the fact that he had successfully snaked a small miniature transponder on the thief moments before the case had even been opened. If achieved he would solely be able to track the mysterious stranger back to his current residence.

@Quintus_Knightfall: Intangible Amaranth falls..

...right down through the floor, through the basement, down, down into the ground. At last he stops, his powers allowing him to turn a few square inches of bedrock under his feet intangible to the universe, but tangible to him.

Long strides carry him through solid rock. Unable to see but certain of his general direction, he eventually steps out into the bay. Dry, for the water is as intangible as the rock, he climbs on solidified water just as he would a staircase until he is on an empty stretch of shore.

Making his way to the road he flags down a cab. Returning to the inner city, and one of his hidden nests within an abandoned housing project tower.

He takes a small steel briefcase from his spartan collection of supplies and stores the priceless parchment within it. A drink of bottled water, and a moment of satisfaction at a job well done...

... completely unaware the transponder has been tracking him this entire time.

@Amaranth_Strix: Recently ignited octane leaves a small hydrocarbon foot print in the streets of NY as a vehicle unlike any in existence blurs down Broadway. Its high whining engine of innovative origin propelling it effortlessly past the bewildered gazes of the cities pedestrians and tourists. The entire city grid holographically overlapping the tinted windshield tracking a singularity in the form of a red circle. Its calculated elusiveness boarding on an art-form of escapology but equally determined in his pursuit of the stolen artifact their was no creature alive capable of escaping the Knightfall Kaleesh on this night.

Having arrived just a few blocks away from the transponders last known location Quintus had covered the rest of the distance through a series of parkour infused advancements. When suddenly, without warning, the shadowy silhouette of his extended cape blasted through the bordered up window of the abandoned housing tower. Bringing this black cape around his body simultaneously forming an airborne ball of muscle hitting the ground in a stylish somersault using the laws of motion to roll to a crouched position. His dark cape flying open ejecting a series of curved shurikens expanding towards specific targets. The first lightly sinking into the door housing the fabled artifact seemingly stuck there as a missed shot. The second had been aimed for the water bottle clutched in the hand of the mutant extremist. And the third had been thrown with the intention of gauging his opponents reactionary prowess, as such, it had been thrown towards his midsection. Quickly bringing his arm up with a portion of his cape draped over it in order to protect his face, the first shuriken exploded hopefully allowing easily access to the room.

@Quintus_Knightfall: So rapid was the entry and assault even Amaranth was caught off guard.

The water bottle is ripped from his hand, sent twirling across the room by the shuriken. Amaranth's eyes narrow, head snapping around to view his attacker even as his free hand strikes the third shuriken from the air in a display of superhuman speed and godlike reflexes.

His other blurred as he snatched his revolver from its holster and his voice rumbled through the dingy air. "You just made a big mist-

Cut off in the middle of his sentence as the original shuriken exploded behind him. The shockwave slapping his three hundred pound form through the air and slamming him into the wall with enough force to send cracks through the bricks.

"Nnggg.." Shaking his head, blood streaming from his ears and nose. "Okay, maybe you didn't." Peering through the smoke and debris, ears keen for the sounds of his foes heartbeat, breathing, or the sounds of muscles tensing.

@Amaranth_Strix: Camouflaged by layers of smoldering agitated air the dark intruder quickly kneels down alongside the rapidly armed godhood mutant. "We dont have much time" his raspy French influenced voice cutting directly to the point. "I am not the enemy you perceive me to be." Handing the temporarily subdued immortal an unknown device of communication. "Keep this....Templar." he cryptically said before darting towards the window vaulting out it with a swan mirroring poise disappearing into the night.

I find myself actually reading o.o

@Closure: That av is surprisingly fitting for Closure.