[ At first, Rodrigo had wondered if this watch may have been another artifact similar to the apple and the staff. By now he knows that it definitely is not- He has been properly explained how to use it by a generous soul. Nevertheless, odds are that the same people who built the Pieces of Eden built that thing…
Whatever, it is no time to speculate. The priority now is to find a way out of this city in order to go back to Rome. If not possible, at least find out how to exploit this city to his further his plans. And this starts by gathering information, anonymously as far as possible.
Hence why he turns on the audio setting of the device before starting to speak. Audio only indeed, he'd rather not show his face in case some assassins happen to be spying the network. His voice is not known yet around these parts, so he is as good as anonymous. ]
Greetings.
[ A deep voice can be heard from the clock, albeit controlled and calm. A small, loud noise can be heard as the Templar plays with the watch, throwing it in the air before catching it back, again and again. ]
I have recently arrived in this city like you once did. And like you I am prisoner of this place. An unfortunate fate and a common story amongst these parts I believe.
[ He takes a pause and a deep breath before continuing. He stops playing with the watch and starts to walk, wherever he is. ]
I assume this kind of messages to be frequent from newcomers. However I would appreciate it greatly if information about this place could be given to me.
I will not illusion myself and believe there is an easy way out, but has anyone attempted escape? What kind of city is this in the first place?
[ As he walks he stops in his track and looks at the watch, still not activating the video function. ]
And I am to assume this city is not in Italy, correct?
Third Person:
"May the Father of understanding guide us."
It was night as the Templars were having a reunion, with the only source of light coming from a fireplace. They were gathered around a table inside the house of the Maestro, it is to say the Grand Master of the Templar Order: Rodrigo Borgia himself. It had been quite a couple months now since he had arrived in the city. Passed the initial surprise and bewilderment had come the time for him to get a name in this city and find new allies. And now that he had the allies he needed, now that he had gotten accustomed to the field, now that he was building his reputation anew- Now the time had come for plotting and furthering the plans he had left behind in Italy.
"Many of those inhabiting this city see in this place little more than an annoyance. Others see in it a divine punishment. Some see it as a mystery, a wonder, a miracle. What interpretations are given to this place are of no concern to us."
The Maestro was standing still- The man's voice was deep, yet controlled and very calm. He was used to this kind of reunion; he had participated in them for the entirety of his life and had presided them those last twenty years. He looked at each of the participants as he spoke, slowly turning to look at each of them, marking a pause before continuing. The idea was to make this point clear, this was not hard, and after all these years he had developed a certain charisma. And these people knew they were people he could count on, even though he did not expect miracles: all the setbacks he had suffered in Florence and Venice had made him a more careful man.
"We have to see it as an opportunity. It does not matter where we are, where we come from or when we come from. Our purpose remains the same and this place offers us countless possibilities to make the worlds we envision a reality. We have to understand this place, learn from it and exploit it to our end. To most people this would sound like a pointless endeavor. But we are not the people. We work for the people."
Rodrigo Borgia finally sat down, considering his own words. This was true; they were working for the greater good, for the people no matter how lowly he thought of the populace, how he despised the mindless masses who couldn't think for themselves. But at the same time, he knew it to be his destiny to bring them the perfect world envisioned by the Order. It was his destiny to have Power over them all. Yet there were those who would stop him, who would oppose all those sharing these ideals… The Assassins.
"However, we are not alone to work in this city. Assassins and a number of their allies are here as well. It makes no doubt that whatever we attempt to do, they will stand against us, and this issue needs to be settled now. I will accept no interferences from these fanatics."
His voice grew stronger and louder toward the end, but then he breathed deeply. They would come up with a solution, have those threats eliminated and find out what secrets this city may have to reveal to them.
[Canon] Rodrigo Borgia || Assassin's Creed || Reserved || 3/3
[ At first, Rodrigo had wondered if this watch may have been another artifact similar to the apple and the staff. By now he knows that it definitely is not- He has been properly explained how to use it by a generous soul. Nevertheless, odds are that the same people who built the Pieces of Eden built that thing…
Whatever, it is no time to speculate. The priority now is to find a way out of this city in order to go back to Rome. If not possible, at least find out how to exploit this city to his further his plans. And this starts by gathering information, anonymously as far as possible.
Hence why he turns on the audio setting of the device before starting to speak. Audio only indeed, he'd rather not show his face in case some assassins happen to be spying the network. His voice is not known yet around these parts, so he is as good as anonymous. ]
Greetings.
[ A deep voice can be heard from the clock, albeit controlled and calm. A small, loud noise can be heard as the Templar plays with the watch, throwing it in the air before catching it back, again and again. ]
I have recently arrived in this city like you once did. And like you I am prisoner of this place. An unfortunate fate and a common story amongst these parts I believe.
[ He takes a pause and a deep breath before continuing. He stops playing with the watch and starts to walk, wherever he is. ]
I assume this kind of messages to be frequent from newcomers. However I would appreciate it greatly if information about this place could be given to me.
I will not illusion myself and believe there is an easy way out, but has anyone attempted escape? What kind of city is this in the first place?
[ As he walks he stops in his track and looks at the watch, still not activating the video function. ]
And I am to assume this city is not in Italy, correct?
Third Person:
"May the Father of understanding guide us."
It was night as the Templars were having a reunion, with the only source of light coming from a fireplace. They were gathered around a table inside the house of the Maestro, it is to say the Grand Master of the Templar Order: Rodrigo Borgia himself. It had been quite a couple months now since he had arrived in the city. Passed the initial surprise and bewilderment had come the time for him to get a name in this city and find new allies. And now that he had the allies he needed, now that he had gotten accustomed to the field, now that he was building his reputation anew- Now the time had come for plotting and furthering the plans he had left behind in Italy.
"Many of those inhabiting this city see in this place little more than an annoyance. Others see in it a divine punishment. Some see it as a mystery, a wonder, a miracle. What interpretations are given to this place are of no concern to us."
The Maestro was standing still- The man's voice was deep, yet controlled and very calm. He was used to this kind of reunion; he had participated in them for the entirety of his life and had presided them those last twenty years. He looked at each of the participants as he spoke, slowly turning to look at each of them, marking a pause before continuing. The idea was to make this point clear, this was not hard, and after all these years he had developed a certain charisma. And these people knew they were people he could count on, even though he did not expect miracles: all the setbacks he had suffered in Florence and Venice had made him a more careful man.
"We have to see it as an opportunity. It does not matter where we are, where we come from or when we come from. Our purpose remains the same and this place offers us countless possibilities to make the worlds we envision a reality. We have to understand this place, learn from it and exploit it to our end. To most people this would sound like a pointless endeavor. But we are not the people. We work for the people."
Rodrigo Borgia finally sat down, considering his own words. This was true; they were working for the greater good, for the people no matter how lowly he thought of the populace, how he despised the mindless masses who couldn't think for themselves. But at the same time, he knew it to be his destiny to bring them the perfect world envisioned by the Order. It was his destiny to have Power over them all. Yet there were those who would stop him, who would oppose all those sharing these ideals… The Assassins.
"However, we are not alone to work in this city. Assassins and a number of their allies are here as well. It makes no doubt that whatever we attempt to do, they will stand against us, and this issue needs to be settled now. I will accept no interferences from these fanatics."
His voice grew stronger and louder toward the end, but then he breathed deeply. They would come up with a solution, have those threats eliminated and find out what secrets this city may have to reveal to them.