Ac 3 monturen: Assassins Creed 3 Wie Monturen wechseln? (PlayStation 3, ac3, umhang)

Assassins Creed 3 Wie Monturen wechseln? (PlayStation 3, ac3, umhang)

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wie kann man die monturen/umhänge wechseln, wenn man sie gekauft hat bzw wo findet man sie dann?

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DennisBerg17

24. 01.2013, 21:59

Du musst einfach in einen Gemischtwarenhandel gehen und dort auf Monturen gehen dann kannst du die Farbe der normalen Assassinen kleidung wechseln und um das ganze outfit zu ändern geh ins Herrenhaus in den keller müssten da direkt sichtbar sein

17.11.2012, 19:46

Die im Laden gekauften Monturen kannst du wieder im Laden wechseln.

Einfach mit A/X auswählen, damit die Montur ausgerüstet wird.

MaxGuevara

17.11.2012, 17:21

Im Herrenhaus. Da musst du in den keller gehen. Dort hängen deine Umhänge. Sofern sie vorhanden sind

Assassins Creed IV — Black Flag Ezio- Altair

Assassins Creed Black Flag Ezio outfit fehlt?

Habe 2 vorherige spiele gespielt (AC 2, Brotherhood) und habe auch die Segel und die Galeonsfiguren, Waffen usw. aber eben nicht die Monturen.

…zur Frage

Gibt es irgendwelche Verbindungen Verknüpfungen zwischen Assassins Creed Origins und Assassins Creed Odyssey?

Zum Beispiel sowas wie gleiche Vorfahren wie Edward und Connor oder wie in Assassins Creed 1-2 Story-zusammenhänge wie z. b. das mit ezio oder altair.

Die beiden Spiele sind ja vom Zeitalter ja ziemlich weit entfernt.

Gibt es da Zusammenhänge oder sind das komplett eigene spiele die einander nicht anknüpfen?

…zur Frage

Gab es die Assassin’s Creed Charaktere wirklich?

N Kumpel und ich haben uns über die Charaktere unterhalten und halt gefragt ob es die wirklich gab. Also Altair, Ezio, Connor und Edward.

…zur Frage

Welcher ist euer Lieblings Assassins Creed Teil (+charakter)?

Hallo!

Welchen Teil aus der Assassins Creed Reihe mögt ihr am meisten? (bzw. welchen der charaktere, nebencharaktere sind auch möglich z. B Adewale)

Ich hab zwar schonmal eine ähnliche Frage gestellt, aber da meine Liste sich ein wenig geändert hat, hier nochmal 🙂

Meine Favoriten:

Jacob Frye (AC Syndicate). Ich liebe Jacob einfach, seine Art und sein Humor sind einfach klasse 😀 zumal er noch ganz gut aussieht hihihi..
Edward Kenway (AC Black flag) Edward find ich einfach toll, er unterscheidet sich total von den typischen Assassinen wie beispielsweise Ezio oder Altair. Bevor ich Syndicate gespielt habe war Edward auch mein totaler Favorit, und der Abstand zwischen Jacob und Edward ist immernoch nicht sehr groß!
Ezio Auditore (AC 2, Brotherhood, Revelations) Ezio ist einfach Ezio, jedermanns Favorit. Ich finde ihn zwar auch super cool, aber nicht soo krass wie andere sagen. Ich kann verstehen warum ihn manche so abfeiern, selber tu ich dies aber nicht in solchem Ausmaße 😀
Evie Frye
Connor, Arno, Altair (zwischen ihnen kann ich mich nicht entscheiden :D)

Ich muss aber ehrlich sagen, dass ich AC 1 von der Story her nicht so bombe fand. Da ist AC 2 beispielsweise ein gewaltiger Unterschied. AC 1 bestand immer aus den gleichen Aufgaben, in ne Stadt, Informationen besorgen und jemanden eliminieren.

Wie seht ihr das?

…zur Frage

Ezio Christ? Assassins Creed

ich wollte mal fragen weil die Assassinen ursprünglich Muslime waren

Altair war Muslim…

…zur Frage

Sind Desmond und seine Vorfahren (Altair, Ezio, Connor etc.) die selbe Familie?

Was einem bei Desmond in AC auffällt ist seine starke Ähnlichkeit mit Altair und Ezio (bei Connor liegt’s wohl an seiner Indianer Abstammung) jeden Falls sehen die sich alle sehr Ähnlich und sie werden ja auch immer als Vorfahren betitelt, meine Frage wäre jetzt bedeutet es Vorfahre im Sinne von Urgroßeltern (mit was weiß ich wie vielen Urs) oder im Sinne von Assassinen Vorfahren an denen man sich ein Beispiel nimmt ? (Wie in Revelations wo Ezio den Altair Geist als Mentor ansieht)

. ..zur Frage

Assassins creed Teile auslassen?

Hallo, ich habe vor einigen Jahren assassins creed 1, Ezio story und 3 gespielt. Ich will mit origins und Odyssey weiter machen. Ich habe somit dann black flag, syndicate und unity ausgelassen. Haben diese 3 Teile grossen Einfluss auf die Story danach? Black flag und rogue würde ich ja noch spielen aber syndicate ist gar nicht meins :/

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Gesundheitsanzeige Assassins Creed Black Flag

Hey!

Danke

…zur Frage

Ist es schlimm bei Assassins Creed mit Black Flag anzufangen?

Hängen die zusammen?

…zur Frage

Suche assassins creed black flag blackbeard figur?

Hallo Leute ich suche die assassins creed black flag blackbeard figur.
Weis einer wo ich noch eine bekommen kann oder verkauft jemand seine sogar?

Die Figur keinen Ingame Char

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Welchen Assassins Creed Teil sollte ich mir kaufen: Black Flag oder Rogue?

. ..zur Frage

Wer ist der beste Assassine?

Welche/r Protagonist/in aus der Assassin’s Creed-Reihe ist eurer Meinung nach am stärksten, am besten ausgebildet und besitzt die meisten Fähigkeiten (nicht nur aufs kämpfen bezogen sondern auch schleichen, Attentate etc…). -Altair Ibn La’Ahad -Ezio Auditore da Firenze -Connor Kenway -Edward Kenway -Arno Dorian -Jacob Frye -Evie Frye

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Lohnt sich Assassins Creed Black Flag?

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Wie interpretiert ihr den Stammbaum bei Assasins Creed zwischen Desmond\Connor\Ezio\Altair?

Hi
es ist ein umstrittenes Thema in Assasins Creed. die verwandschaft zwischen Altair, Ezio, Connor und Desmond.

Ich habe ein Bild hochgeladen worin der Stammbaum von den 4 gennanten personen verdeutlicht wird.

Der Stammbaum wirft aber grose lucken auf.

Altair muss von Adam und Eva abstammen da sie die ersten Assasinen waren und als einzigen das Adlerauge besitzen konnten (wie in Assasins Creed 2 erklaert)

Ezio’s Stammbaum ist ein eigener, keine direkte Verbindung zu Altair. Jedoch muss er ebenfalls von Adam und Eva abstammen um das Adlerauge besitzen zu koennen. (in Assasins Creed 2 erklaert durch vererbung)

Connor stammt von den Templerfuerer Haytham ab der wiederum von dem Piratenassasinen Edwart abstammt dessen Eltern unbekannt sind. somit muss er Jedoch entweder vod Adam und Eva, Ezio und Sofia, Claudia oder von einem Grossenkel von Altair aus der verlorenen generation sein.

Desmond Stammt direkt Muetterlicherseits von Connor ab von seinem vater sind die Eltern unbekannt wo jedoch wurde von Ubisoft schreibern erwaehnt, dass er von Ezio abstammt

Kurz gesagt da sie alle das Adlerauge besitzen welches man nur als erbe von Adam und Eva haben kann sind alle miteinander verwandt

Teilt ihr meine Meinung oder was sagt Ihr

Ich freue mich jetzt schon eure Interpretationen zu lesen

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N THE SUN was already hot from the early morning, and I decided to go to Montourin for a haircut first. My hair stuck to my neck and forehead and irritated me. It was a mistake, now I understand. Mentally rewinding the events back, I see: just then my troubles began. Although now what to say. No matter how much I lay with my face buried in the pillow, no matter how much I scratch my head, dreaming of turning back time, I understand that this is impossible. Never again will I wake up with a clear conscience as I did that morning. Only in a dream sometimes I manage to believe that I dreamed all this.

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I was going to a hairdresser named Nadine, my mother’s age, I had been getting my hair cut by her since childhood. She worked quickly and took not as expensive as the capital’s masters. The door and window of the saloon were thrown open to let in a draft.

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She was silent for a while and unexpectedly added:

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Nadine lowered the scissors to hear the answer, but I didn’t speak, and she went back to work.

— And it was necessary for those two to come to Sister Beate just now. In the city they say it’s a coincidence, but to be honest, it’s hard to believe.

A warm breeze blew and the fly curtain on the front door swayed. I didn’t really listen to Nadine’s chatter. She apparently understood this and pressed her fingertips on my neck.

— Do you remember the woman with her daughter from New York? Black-haired girl, you played together, even though you were forbidden.

Taking my chin, Nadine turned my head. She left the hair on the top of her head long, much longer than the hair on her neck, and brushed it neatly down.

— Your mother, I remember, told how you hid from Sister Beata in the basement of the monastery.

Nadine reached over me to grab the serrated scissors. She was hot too. On the back of her T-shirt, between her shoulder blades, was a dark wet spot.

«Caitlin,» I said, and I was surprised that the name came to mind. I haven’t thought about this girl for years. And yet, when he heard about the monastery cellar, he immediately remembered her name.

«That’s right, Caitlin,» Nadine repeated, almost relieved.

The longer she worked, the clearer the outline of my face became — thin, almost girlish… I looked at the reflection, as one looks at an old photograph, looking at myself with curiosity and with disapproval at their then clothes.

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She did not touch the bangs, and they covered my forehead, tickling my skin. My hair is thick but thin. Nadine tried to shape the haircut, but the strands slipped out from under the scissors and fell off at random.

When finished, Nadine untied her apron and shook it in front of her like a bullfighter. I handed her the money, she pulled out a drawer and gave me the change. I glanced at myself in the mirror.

— But don’t trust them! Nadine said in a conspiratorial tone, folding her apron with sharp movements. Don’t believe their stories. They will tell you such things — Caitlin’s mother and Beata’s sister, just let them open their mouths! And don’t listen. I knew your grandfather. He was a good man.

Running my fingers through my hair, I walked to the door and stood in the aisle, sniffing the car exhaust. Nadine took the brush and swept her hair into a pile. Throwing the curtain over the half-open door, she swept the trimmings onto the sidewalk with a single sweep and pushed the curtain back into place.

That day, I climbed the top of the hill faster than usual, too fast in fact: on the approach to the house, white spots danced before my eyes, and my feet itched from sweat. I went into the house to take a shower. Instead of my mother, I found a note in the kitchen. Mother went to the lower city to report the break-in. I automatically crumpled up the note and tossed it into the trash can.

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Sister Beata came out into the yard with a brass bell in her hands. Jingling softly, she smacked her lips and clicked her tongue, and tabby cats came running from different corners of the garden. Among them was Copernicus, an old grandfather’s pet. The nun leaned over and placed the bowl on the ground. The last time I saw her was in the winter, when she wore medical stockings, and on top of her usual ones. Now her legs were bare, with bluish skin.

The cats approached silently, their tails up. They walked around the bowl on all sides and in small sips, like well-bred ladies, sipped the brew, in which pieces of meat floated. Without stopping, Sister Beata dived into the coolness of the convent. I got up and, like a chicken escaping from a chicken coop, darted past the door. The cats ignored me. They swallowed food, their bodies shook. I passed the apothecary’s garden and the tombstones by the monastery wall.

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A cat ran past, scaring me to death. I rolled head over heels to the side, under a bush, and thank God, because someone’s steps followed the cat, and a girl’s voice shouted: «Come here, love!» [Over here, my good! (English)] That’s when I saw Caitlin after a long break.

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Caitlin caught the cat and disappeared. A little later, I heard her voice again, this time from afar, it seems, from the direction of the garden. I lay as if paralyzed. Fragments of memories did not add up to one picture. Most often, large cool cellars and the songs that we sang there popped up before our eyes — not because we liked to sing, but to hear how our voices echoed off the bare whitewashed walls.

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