Assassin's Creed Revelations Trailer

"So, what's this one about?" Qrow asked. "You said something about two secret societies duking it out."

"Well, it's a long story, starting millions of years with beings that might as well be gods," Zack said. "But who has that kind of time."

"Those gods were cunts," Jaune said.

"Jaune, language!" Saphron chided.

"What? They were," Jaune said.

"I like you more already, boy," Salem said.

"Still, no need to be so uncouth about it," Jacques said.

"Indeed," Ozpin said.

"Oh, like you haven't cussed them out while you were drinking your lives away during those first few centuries," Salem said.

"Anyway, these two factions have been secretly influencing world affairs since the dawn of civilization," Zack said.

"Well, since Egypt at least," Nora said.

"Anyway, this is the story of one of the many leaders of the Assassin's," Zack said.

"Nice name," Mercury said.

"Well, they were the inspiration for the term after all," Zack said.

A cloaked man lying on a dungeon's floor was kicked awake by several armoured soldiers.

"Off to a great start I see," Watts said.

"That man seems familiar," Winter said.

"Yes, he does," Weiss said.

"Must be a prisoner," Ghira said.

"Weiss, my dearest sister," Whitley Schnee wrote in a letter. "I have been in Sanus a week now, safe and in high spirits, but prepared for the worst."

The soldiers dragged Whitley out of the dungeon into an open courtyard, showing that they were in a large fortress.

"Whitley!" his sisters and mother yelled.

"Why aren't those my men dragging him to his death," Adam whined.

"How do you know they aren't?" Ilia said.

"No masks, no animal features," Sienna said.

"Whitley, this is unbecoming of you," Jacques said. "Letting yourself be taken by those animals."

"What was that?" Blake hissed.

"Son, just keep your mouth shut for the next few decades," Nicolas sighed. "You'll have less people after your head that way."

"Too late for that," Robyn snorted.

"The men and women who have fed and sheltered me here also give me warning that the road to Vale is overrun by mercenaries and bandits, not native to this land. What this could mean, I dread to guess."

Flashback to Whitley sailing out on a ship.

"When I first set out from Mantle ten months ago, I did so with a single purpose..."

Whitley trekked through ruins and mountains on his journey.

"... discover what our grandfather did not. In a letter written a year before my birth, he makes mention of a library hidden beneath the stones of Beacon Castle, a sanctum full of invaluable wisdom."

"The Whitley I know couldn't walk a block before complaining about it," Winter said in shock.

"And here he is, trekking through mountains for whatever he's looking for," Willow said.

"I'm not that bad," Whitley grumbled. Though he privately admitted that he'd rather make the journey in a luxury yacht.

Whitley looked up at the abandoned Beacon Castle, only to be shot by an arrow in his right shoulder pauldron.

"So what will I find when I arrive there?"

He looked around him, seeing Arthur Watts and many Templar soldiers surrounding him. He snapped the shaft of the arrow and prepared for a fight.

"Who will greet me? A host of eager Templars, as I feel most strongly. Or nothing but the whistling of the cold and lonely wind."

"Well, guess we know that answer," Emerald said.

"Hmm, why am I there?" Watts said.

"For the boy, obviously," Tyrian said.

"He's not really a boy there, is he?" Hazel said.

"The one in the room is, and he's a whiney brat," Cinder said.

"I'm not a brat!" Whitley whined, thus proving Cinder's point.

"At least we know he'll grow up," Weiss said.

Whitley jumped up and kicked down a soldier, ducking away from another's halberd. He stabbed that soldier with his right bracer's hidden blade then rolled over him and stabbed another soldier in the neck.

"Kid has some moves," Sun said.

"He killed them like it was nothing," Velvet said in shock.

"Well, so could we if we really wanted to," Coco pointed out.

"Meh, still an impressive amount of skill," Yang said.

"He fights like an assassin," Glynda said disapprovingly.

"Well, he is one, isn't he?" Port said.

"Beacon has not been home to the Assassin's for almost 300 years now."

Using his acquired halberd, he slammed the axe head into the abdomen of an approaching Templar soldier.

"Can we still claim in for our own?"

"I'm thinking no," Melanie said.

"Is he going to take them all?" Miltia asked.

"Well, that's one way to die," Junior said.

"Just you watch, I'll kill them all!" Whitley said.

"Bloodthirsty aren't we?" Roman chuckled.

A soldier ran at him with a sword raised, only for Whitley to redirect his arm to block another soldier's halberd as he swung it down at him.

"Are we welcome there?"

"Well, the answer to that is obvious," Neo wrote.

"Oum, you're wrecking their shit," Mercury said.

"It would be going faster if you were armed with more than those hidden blades," Summer said.

"He's an assassin," Tai said. "They're probably meant more for assassinations than full on combat."

"He's doing remarkably well for someone who's only armed with two small knives," Raven said.

Whitley kicked the halberd wielding soldier away, stabbing the sword through the soldier who had wielded it then ducking down underneath a halberd's swing.

"Ah, I am weary of this fight, Weiss."

Whitley snapped the neck of the soldier who had taken a swing at him, only for another to jump him from behind.

"Not too weary to be a one-man killing machine I see," Vernal said.

"I think he might actually win this," Amber said.

"No, they want him alive," Oobleck said. "Otherwise, they would have just had archers shoot at him from a distance."

"I think I've got this," Whitley said.

"Don't get cocky kid," Yang said.

"That's rich, coming from you," Pyrrha said.

"Not because I am tired, but because our struggle seems to move in one direction only, towards chaos."

Whitley got free and the soldier who had jumped him had his shoulder pierced by an ally's halberd. Whitley headbutted that soldier, blocked the sword arm of another and threw down another.

"Today, I have more questions than answers."

Whitley slid out both of his hidden blades and prepared to fight the dozens of soldiers that surrounded him.

"Come on, take your bets!" Cardin said. "One scrawny kid vs a whole battalion of soldiers!"

"I'm not scrawny!" Whitley whined.

"You kind of are," Ruby said. "It's your adult self that's buff."

Whitley grumbled. He needed to hire the best trainers money could buy.

"This is why I've come so far, to find clarity, to find the wisdom left behind by the great Ozma, so that I may better understand the purpose of our fight, and my place in it."

Whitley fended off the many soldiers with grace, only to be distracted by what appeared to be the spirit of Ozma. A soldier managed to break one of his hidden blades and force him to the ground, where the other soldiers promptly surrounded and pointed their weapons at him.

"Wow, not even there and you're causing your followers to screw up," Salem said.

"I'm pretty sure that was just a ghost he saw," Ozpin said.

"Ghost!" Nora yelped and hid behind Ren.

"You can summon hurricanes and smit giants, yet ghost scare you?" Neptune said in disbelief.

"I left my photon pack in Asgard," Nora admitted.

"Why do you need a photon pack?" Jaune asked. "You have divine lightning!"

"It's all about imagery, fearless leader," Nora explained.

"Wake me when the universe starts making sense again," Ren said.

"So, basically never," Blake said.

Ren sighed. "Yeah, that's probably true."

Whitley was taken on top of a tower where Watts waited for him. He had a noose in his hand.

Whitley shook himself free from the soldiers' grip and the other soldiers tensed and readied their weapons, only for Watts to order them to hold their position.

"Walking to your death proudly eh?" Raven said. "I can respect that."

"Who says I'm walking to my death?" Whitley said. "Maybe I have a cunning plan?"

"Please do," Winter said. She didn't like him all that much, but she didn't want to watch her brother die.

"Should anything happen to me, Weiss, should my skills fail me, should my ambition lead me astray."

Whitley walked towards his execution with dignity, Watts pushing him towards one of the platforms on the tower.

"Do not seek retribution or revenge in my memory, but fight to continue the search for truth, so that all may benefit."

Whitley looked to his right, where the ghost of Ozma walking towards the edge of the platform without a hint of fear. An eagle flew by, Whitley watching it fly.

"My story is one of many thousands and the world will not suffer, if it ends too soon."

Watts pulled down Whitley's hood, showing an older Whitley with a scarred face.

"Someone grew up to be handsome," Melanie said.

"Puuuurrrr..." Miltia purred.

"Well, I suppose he's not half bad looking," Sienna said.

"Age has been kind to you," Nicolas said.

"Shame it's about to come to an end," Adam said.

"I'll kill you," Weiss said to Watts.

"Ha, as if you could little girl," Watts said.

Watts placed the noose around Whitley's neck, tightening it. Suddenly, the eagle cried, and Whitley elbowed Watts in the chest, grabbing his noose and looping the rope around Watts neck too before jumping off the platform.

Watts desperately held on, Whitley holding on to the rope as a soldier cut it, freeing him as he fell several dozen metres to the ground.

Whitley landed on his feet, the wooden floor cracking at the force of his landing and a halberd landing tip first near him. Whitley looked up at the Templars after his daring escape, pulling his hood up and walking away.

ASSASSIN'S CREED – REVELATIONS.

"That's one way to escape a hanging," Ironwood said.

"Very well done," Ozpin said.

"I suppose there wasn't anyway you could have done better," Glynda said.

"Ha! I'm awesome!" Whitley cheered.

"I wonder how many of these Assassin's are there?" Salem wondered.

"Not all that many in modern times," Zack said. "Anyway, next world is coming up."

"What's it about?" Saphron asked.

"Ships," Zack said.