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	[[File:ACS Secret of London Box.jpg\|250px\|thumb\|One of the music boxes]]		[[File:ACS Secret of London Box.jpg\|250px\|thumb\|One of the music boxes]]
	The '''Secrets of London''' were a collection of music boxes scattered throughout [[London]] by the [[Assassins\|Assassin]] [[Michel Reuge]]~~; inside~~ the music boxes were discs, marked with the [[Assassin insignia]], that acted as keys for [[Michel Reuge's Vault\|Reuge's ~~Vault~~]], in which he presumably hid a [[Piece of Eden]]. 31 discs were accompanied ~~with~~ a poem—often an excerpt of the anonymously written 17th century poem ''{{Wiki\|Tom o' Bedlam}}''—except disc number 15, which was found inside the ~~Vault~~. Once the [[British Brotherhood of Assassins\|British Assassins]] [[Evie Frye\|Evie]] and [[Jacob Frye]] found all the discs, [[Minerva]]'s [[Aegis]] outfit that she wore during the [[Human-Isu War]] was unlocked from the vault and Evie claimed it for herself.<ref~~>''[[Assassin's Creed: Syndicate]]''<~~/~~ref~~>		The '''Secrets of London''' were a collection of music boxes scattered throughout [[London]] by the [[Assassins\|Assassin]] [[Michel Reuge]]. Inside the music boxes were discs, marked with the [[Assassin insignia]], that acted as keys for [[Michel Reuge's Vault\|Reuge's vault]], in which he presumably hid a [[Piece of Eden]].<ref name="ACS">''[[Assassin's Creed: Syndicate]]''</ref>

			31 discs were accompanied by a poem—often an excerpt of the anonymously written 17th-century poem ''{{Wiki\|Tom o' Bedlam}}''—except disc number 15, which was found inside the vault itself. Once the [[British Brotherhood of Assassins\|British Assassins]] [[Evie Frye\|Evie]] and [[Jacob Frye]] found all the discs, [[Minerva]]'s [[Aegis]] outfit that she wore during the [[Human-Isu War]] was unlocked from the vault and Evie claimed it for herself.<ref name="ACS"/>

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	The moon embraced her shepherd,<br>And the Queen of Love her warrior,<br>While the first doth horn the star of morn,<br>And the next the heavenly farrier.		The moon embraced her shepherd,<br>And the Queen of Love her warrior,<br>While the first doth horn the star of morn,<br>And the next the heavenly farrier.
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	Of thirty bare years have I<br>Twice twenty been enraged<br>And of forty been three times fifteen<br>In durance soundly caged.		Of thirty bare years have I<br>Twice twenty been enraged<br>And of forty been three times fifteen<br>In durance soundly caged.
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	On the lordly lofts of Bedlam<br>With stubble soft and dainty,<br>Brave bracelets strong, sweet whips, ding-dong,<br>With wholesome hunger plenty.		On the lordly lofts of Bedlam<br>With stubble soft and dainty,<br>Brave bracelets strong, sweet whips, ding-dong,<br>With wholesome hunger plenty.

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 {{Era|Culture}}
 [[File:ACS Secret of London Box.jpg|250px|thumb|One of the music boxes]]
-The '''Secrets of London''' were a collection of music boxes scattered throughout [[London]] by the [[Assassins|Assassin]] [[Michel Reuge]]; inside the music boxes were discs, marked with the [[Assassin insignia]], that acted as keys for [[Michel Reuge's Vault|Reuge's Vault]], in which he presumably hid a [[Piece of Eden]].
+The '''Secrets of London''' were a collection of music boxes scattered throughout [[London]] by the [[Assassins|Assassin]] [[Michel Reuge]]; inside the music boxes were discs, marked with the [[Assassin insignia]], that acted as keys for [[Michel Reuge's Vault|Reuge's Vault]], in which he presumably hid a [[Piece of Eden]]. 31 discs were accompannied with a poem, except disc number 15, which was found inside the Vault.
 Once all the discs were found by the [[British Assassins]] [[Evie Frye|Evie]] and [[Jacob Frye]], the [[Aegis]], an outfit worn by [[Minerva]] during [[Human-Isu War|war]], was unlocked from the vault, and Evie claimed it for herself.
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 From the hag and hungry goblin<br>That into rags would rend ye,<br>All the sprites that stand by the naked man<br>In the book of moons, defend ye.
-The game files also include database entries of Michel Reuge's journal dealing with finding the Aegis and his work on the music boxes.
+The game files also include database entries of [[Michel Reuge#Behind the scenes|Michel Reuge's journal]] dealing with finding the Aegis and his work on the music boxes.
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	Left {{wiki\|Val-de-Travers}} on the early [[train]] for [[Paris]] this morning, and thence on to {{wiki\|Le Havre}} to take ship for [[England]] (avoiding London, naturally, as we dare not let the [[Templars]] catch wind of our scheme). The train was hot and crowded, but our spirits remain high. Alice remains convinced that the Romano-British shrine to [[Minerva\|Sulis Minerva]] at Bath is built over a Precursor site, and that fabulous treasures await us; enough to secure a [[Master Assassin\|Mastership]] for all three of us. Lavinia is, I think, thrilled to have a bodyguarding assignment that is not ceremonial.<br><br>For it is into the [[lion]]'s den we go, and no mistake. Even outside the capital, the south of England is a Templar redoubt. Our wits must be as sharp as our [[Hidden Blade\|blades]], and we may yet all come to ruin. But the reward is worth the risk, of this I am certain. When we return, our names will be reckoned alongside the likes of the [[House of Auditore\|Auditores]] of [[Florence]].<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>Paris<br>12 July 1844		Left {{wiki\|Val-de-Travers}} on the early [[train]] for [[Paris]] this morning, and thence on to {{wiki\|Le Havre}} to take ship for [[England]] (avoiding London, naturally, as we dare not let the [[Templars]] catch wind of our scheme). The train was hot and crowded, but our spirits remain high. Alice remains convinced that the Romano-British shrine to [[Minerva\|Sulis Minerva]] at Bath is built over a Precursor site, and that fabulous treasures await us; enough to secure a [[Master Assassin\|Mastership]] for all three of us. Lavinia is, I think, thrilled to have a bodyguarding assignment that is not ceremonial.<br><br>For it is into the [[lion]]'s den we go, and no mistake. Even outside the capital, the south of England is a Templar redoubt. Our wits must be as sharp as our [[Hidden Blade\|blades]], and we may yet all come to ruin. But the reward is worth the risk, of this I am certain. When we return, our names will be reckoned alongside the likes of the [[House of Auditore\|Auditores]] of [[Florence]].<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>Paris<br>12 July 1844

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	We have had a most promising beginning. Upon arrival at Bath, we met with one {{wiki\|John Phillips (geologist)\|John Philips}}, a {{wiki\|geologist}} of no small repute. In his youth, he assisted his uncle, the equally-venerable {{wiki\|William Smith (geologist)\|William Smith}}, in an excavation of the [[Roman Empire\|Roman]] baths to restore the hot springs. While the official records claim that the spring had merely diverted into a new channel, Mr. Philips told us a most wondrous tale of a strange vault, all aglow as if with gas lamps, yet far older than even the shrine to Sulis Minerva above. Within he described a great vault that no drill could mar, and inside a garment or armour of ancient make. I am certain that this must be the [[Aegis\|Aegis Minerva]], of which our forebears as far back as [[Marcus Junius Brutus]] have written. <br><br>I have engaged Mr. Philips to show us the way to the vault, which his uncle sealed up many years ago to prevent its discovery. He was at first reluctant to share what he deemed his uncle's legacy, but I believe he was persuaded by Alice's rather infectious enthusiasm for the enterprise.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>Bath<br>15 July 1844		We have had a most promising beginning. Upon arrival at Bath, we met with one {{wiki\|John Phillips (geologist)\|John Philips}}, a {{wiki\|geologist}} of no small repute. In his youth, he assisted his uncle, the equally-venerable {{wiki\|William Smith (geologist)\|William Smith}}, in an excavation of the [[Roman Empire\|Roman]] baths to restore the hot springs. While the official records claim that the spring had merely diverted into a new channel, Mr. Philips told us a most wondrous tale of a strange vault, all aglow as if with gas lamps, yet far older than even the shrine to Sulis Minerva above. Within he described a great vault that no drill could mar, and inside a garment or armour of ancient make. I am certain that this must be the [[Aegis\|Aegis Minerva]], of which our forebears as far back as [[Marcus Junius Brutus]] have written. <br><br>I have engaged Mr. Philips to show us the way to the vault, which his uncle sealed up many years ago to prevent its discovery. He was at first reluctant to share what he deemed his uncle's legacy, but I believe he was persuaded by Alice's rather infectious enthusiasm for the enterprise.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>Bath<br>15 July 1844

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	Success! Success beyond our wildest hopes! As we'd suspected, Alice confirmed that the Williams-Philips find is a [[Isu\|Precursor]] trove. We are still cataloguing the complete contents, but thus far the key finds are as follows:<br><br>– A large vault containing garments in the style of [[Isu\|Those Who Came Before]]. True to Mr. Philips's word, the sarcophagus has resisted all attempts to force it open. Even the carefully controlled application of dynamite had no effect.<br><br>– ~~[[Secrets of London\|~~32 circular metal plates]], etched with runes that defy translation and punched with numerous holes. These resemble nothing so much as the plates inside the oldest clockwork music boxes, which produce by means of a striker the melodies that so enchant their owners.<br><br>Based on a preliminary examination, Alice believes the plates serve as some sort of key to opening the Vault, though by what principle none of us can guess. We have researched extensively, but I fear Bath has not the library nor the industry to further our studies. Alice suggests that we take the Vault to London, where we might find more information in the annals of the {{wiki\|British Museum}}. Lavinia is of course against it, and I confess I am not entirely sanguine about it either. But think of the acclaim if we should succeed!<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>Bath<br>18 July 1844		Success! Success beyond our wildest hopes! As we'd suspected, Alice confirmed that the Williams-Philips find is a [[Isu\|Precursor]] trove. We are still cataloguing the complete contents, but thus far the key finds are as follows:<br><br>– A large vault containing garments in the style of [[Isu\|Those Who Came Before]]. True to Mr. Philips's word, the sarcophagus has resisted all attempts to force it open. Even the carefully controlled application of dynamite had no effect.<br><br>– 32 circular metal plates, etched with runes that defy translation and punched with numerous holes. These resemble nothing so much as the plates inside the oldest clockwork music boxes, which produce by means of a striker the melodies that so enchant their owners.<br><br>Based on a preliminary examination, Alice believes the plates serve as some sort of key to opening the Vault, though by what principle none of us can guess. We have researched extensively, but I fear Bath has not the library nor the industry to further our studies. Alice suggests that we take the Vault to London, where we might find more information in the annals of the {{wiki\|British Museum}}. Lavinia is of course against it, and I confess I am not entirely sanguine about it either. But think of the acclaim if we should succeed!<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>Bath<br>18 July 1844

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	Over Lavinia's objections (and, if I am honest, no few of my own), we have come to London. Lavinia hired a sturdy oxcart to haul the Vault, and we have set up shop in an [[Michel Reuge's Vault\|underground chamber]] once meant to be a bank vault before the bank lost its funding. I hope we will be secure here, but already I feel the all-seeing eye of the enemy wherever I go. Alice assures us that even the Templars cannot hope to find three [[Assassins]] in a city of over two million.<br><br>I grow concerned for her, though I would not say so to her face. Alice has scarcely slept or eaten since we discovered the Vault, so consumed is she by her schemes. She is a genius with clockwork, of that there can be no doubt, but the complexity of the Vault's machinery defies her still. Of late she has taken to scouring London's pawn shops and curio dealers for antique music boxes, which she tears apart and refits with the plates we found in Bath. I will admit that the sounds they produce are like unto music, and when certain of them are played in a particular order they do seem to build to a common theme, but the full sequence remains elusive. Lavinia tells me that she has caught Alice singing some bit of {{wiki\|Tom o' Bedlam\|doggerel about lunatics from Bedlam}} when she thought no one was listening.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>24 July 1844		Over Lavinia's objections (and, if I am honest, no few of my own), we have come to London. Lavinia hired a sturdy oxcart to haul the Vault, and we have set up shop in an [[Michel Reuge's Vault\|underground chamber]] once meant to be a bank vault before the bank lost its funding. I hope we will be secure here, but already I feel the all-seeing eye of the enemy wherever I go. Alice assures us that even the Templars cannot hope to find three [[Assassins]] in a city of over two million.<br><br>I grow concerned for her, though I would not say so to her face. Alice has scarcely slept or eaten since we discovered the Vault, so consumed is she by her schemes. She is a genius with clockwork, of that there can be no doubt, but the complexity of the Vault's machinery defies her still. Of late she has taken to scouring London's pawn shops and curio dealers for antique music boxes, which she tears apart and refits with the plates we found in Bath. I will admit that the sounds they produce are like unto music, and when certain of them are played in a particular order they do seem to build to a common theme, but the full sequence remains elusive. Lavinia tells me that she has caught Alice singing some bit of {{wiki\|Tom o' Bedlam\|doggerel about lunatics from Bedlam}} when she thought no one was listening.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>24 July 1844

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	Lavinia tells me that the Templars are closing in—apparently they can find three Assassins in a city of over two million if those Assassins are asking the wrong sort of questions. We must make all haste back to the [[~~Eruope~~\|Continent]], but that perforce means abandoning the Vault, and Alice will not have it. Lavinia has tried to reason with her, but Alice insists she is close to the answer. The music boxes play nonstop now. I do not know what to do.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>30 July 1844<br><br>Addendum: Nearly captured today. The Templars know we are here, and they are hunting us in force. We must take [[ship]] now, or by dawn at the latest, but Alice assures me she needs only a few more pieces to make sense of the whole. I tried to reason with her, but she grew angry and stormed out. Lavinia has gone after her in hopes of bringing her around. A fine leader I've turned out to be. For my part I've nothing to contribute, save to pack these damnable music boxes and make them ready for shipment. We cannot take the Vault with us, but at least we may deprive the Templars of the plates. <br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>30 July 1844		Lavinia tells me that the Templars are closing in—apparently they can find three Assassins in a city of over two million if those Assassins are asking the wrong sort of questions. We must make all haste back to the [[Europe\|Continent]], but that perforce means abandoning the Vault, and Alice will not have it. Lavinia has tried to reason with her, but Alice insists she is close to the answer. The music boxes play nonstop now. I do not know what to do.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>30 July 1844<br><br>Addendum: Nearly captured today. The Templars know we are here, and they are hunting us in force. We must take [[ship]] now, or by dawn at the latest, but Alice assures me she needs only a few more pieces to make sense of the whole. I tried to reason with her, but she grew angry and stormed out. Lavinia has gone after her in hopes of bringing her around. A fine leader I've turned out to be. For my part I've nothing to contribute, save to pack these damnable music boxes and make them ready for shipment. We cannot take the Vault with us, but at least we may deprive the Templars of the plates. <br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>30 July 1844

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	Lavinia is dead.<br><br>She returned in the hours before dawn, badly injured, with a tale it breaks my heart to relate. Alice has betrayed us, sold us to the Templars for the hollow promise of safety to continue her studies of the Vault. Before she died, Lavinia warned me that the Templars were coming in force. They will be here by dawn. The ports and the rail stations are all being watched—there is no escape from London for me. I write these words only in the feeble hope that some future Assassin will find them and understand what I have done.<br><br>I now thank {{wiki\|Divine providence\|Providence}} that I packed the music boxes away for easy transport. I will hide them as I can, throughout the city. Scattered, they will be as safe as I can make them. If by some miracle I survive the day, I will find my once-Sister and do justice upon her. It is not the legacy I desired, but it is the only one open to me.<br><br>We work in the dark to serve the light.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>31 July 1844		Lavinia is dead.<br><br>She returned in the hours before dawn, badly injured, with a tale it breaks my heart to relate. Alice has betrayed us, sold us to the Templars for the hollow promise of safety to continue her studies of the Vault. Before she died, Lavinia warned me that the Templars were coming in force. They will be here by dawn. The ports and the rail stations are all being watched—there is no escape from London for me. I write these words only in the feeble hope that some future Assassin will find them and understand what I have done.<br><br>I now thank {{wiki\|Divine providence\|Providence}} that I packed the music boxes away for easy transport. I will hide them as I can, throughout the city. Scattered, they will be as safe as I can make them. If by some miracle I survive the day, I will find my once-Sister and do justice upon her. It is not the legacy I desired, but it is the only one open to me.<br><br>We work in the dark to serve the light.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>31 July 1844

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	The music is all I hear now. Day and night, waking and sleeping, it clings to me like {{wiki\|Jacob Marley\|Marley}}'s chains, an incessant reminder of my sins. We sought the wisdom of Minerva, but in Her temple we found only the rot within ourselves. {{wiki\|Hubris}} was our undoing, my sister or brother, and if you do not turn back it will be yours as well.<br><br>The Vault is safe. The keys are scattered across London, and even I no longer recall where they are hidden. They tried to break me, you see. They tortured me with devices both earthly and otherworldly, cast me howling into [[Lambeth]], beat me, starved me. They even brought in that mesmeric devil [[John Elliotson\|Elliotson]], but I would not yield the secret. I was not a traitor, no—not like her. I remember my vows. I remember [[the Creed]].<br><br>To you that have found this meagre scrap, I offer no congratulations, only condolence. The quest for the Aegis has shattered me, and claimed the lives of those I loved best. Turn back, I urge you. But if you will not, listen for the music. Find the music boxes, find the keys, and perhaps you will do what I could not and recover the treasure of Sulis Minerva.<br><br>I leave you, reader, with the words of {{wiki\|Tom o' Bedlam\|another poor madman}}, born long before I and yet suffering under the same curse. Perhaps you will heed their warning and forget that e'er you saw this place, but I fear that, as I did, you will follow the verse's path to ruin.<br><br>From the hag and hungry goblin<br>That into rags would rend ye,<br>All the sprites that stand by the naked man<br>In the book of moons, defend ye.<br><br>God be with you. We work in the dark to serve the light.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>14 May 1845		The music is all I hear now. Day and night, waking and sleeping, it clings to me like {{wiki\|Jacob Marley\|Marley}}'s chains, an incessant reminder of my sins. We sought the wisdom of Minerva, but in Her temple we found only the rot within ourselves. {{wiki\|Hubris}} was our undoing, my sister or brother, and if you do not turn back it will be yours as well.<br><br>The Vault is safe. The keys are scattered across London, and even I no longer recall where they are hidden. They tried to break me, you see. They tortured me with devices both earthly and otherworldly, cast me howling into [[Lambeth]], beat me, starved me. They even brought in that mesmeric devil [[John Elliotson\|Elliotson]], but I would not yield the secret. I was not a traitor, no—not like her. I remember my vows. I remember [[the Creed]].<br><br>To you that have found this meagre scrap, I offer no congratulations, only condolence. The quest for the Aegis has shattered me, and claimed the lives of those I loved best. Turn back, I urge you. But if you will not, listen for the music. Find the music boxes, find the keys, and perhaps you will do what I could not and recover the treasure of Sulis Minerva.<br><br>I leave you, reader, with the words of {{wiki\|Tom o' Bedlam\|another poor madman}}, born long before I and yet suffering under the same curse. Perhaps you will heed their warning and forget that e'er you saw this place, but I fear that, as I did, you will follow the verse's path to ruin.<br><br>From the hag and hungry goblin<br>That into rags would rend ye,<br>All the sprites that stand by the naked man<br>In the book of moons, defend ye.<br><br>God be with you. We work in the dark to serve the light.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>14 May 1845

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	Left Val-de-Travers on the early train for Paris this morning, and thence on to Le Havre to take ship for England (avoiding London, naturally, as we dare not let the Templars catch wind of our scheme). The train was hot and crowded, but our spirits remain high. Alice remains convinced that the Romano-British shrine to Sulis Minerva at Bath is built over a Precursor site, and that fabulous treasures await us; enough to secure a Mastership for all three of us. Lavinia is, I think, thrilled to have a bodyguarding assignment that is not ceremonial.<br><br>For it is into the ~~lion’s~~ den we go, and no mistake. Even outside the capital, the south of England is a Templar redoubt. Our wits must be as sharp as our blades, and we may yet all come to ruin. But the reward is worth the risk, of this I am certain. When we return, our names will be reckoned alongside the likes of the Auditores of Florence.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>Paris<br>12 July 1844		Left {{wiki\|Val-de-Travers}} on the early [[train]] for [[Paris]] this morning, and thence on to {{wiki\|Le Havre}} to take ship for [[England]] (avoiding London, naturally, as we dare not let the [[Templars]] catch wind of our scheme). The train was hot and crowded, but our spirits remain high. Alice remains convinced that the Romano-British shrine to [[Minerva\|Sulis Minerva]] at Bath is built over a Precursor site, and that fabulous treasures await us; enough to secure a [[Master Assassin\|Mastership]] for all three of us. Lavinia is, I think, thrilled to have a bodyguarding assignment that is not ceremonial.<br><br>For it is into the [[lion]]'s den we go, and no mistake. Even outside the capital, the south of England is a Templar redoubt. Our wits must be as sharp as our [[Hidden Blade\|blades]], and we may yet all come to ruin. But the reward is worth the risk, of this I am certain. When we return, our names will be reckoned alongside the likes of the [[House of Auditore\|Auditores]] of [[Florence]].<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>Paris<br>12 July 1844
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	We have had a most promising beginning. Upon arrival at Bath, we met with one John Philips, a geologist of no small repute. In his youth, he assisted his uncle, the equally-venerable William Smith, in an excavation of the Roman baths to restore the hot springs. While the official records claim that the spring had merely diverted into a new channel, Mr. Philips told us a most wondrous tale of a strange vault, all aglow as if with gas lamps, yet far older than even the shrine to Sulis Minerva above. Within he described a great vault that no drill could mar, and inside a garment or armour of ancient make. I am certain that this must be the Aegis Minerva, of which our forebears as far back as Marcus Junius Brutus have written. <br><br>I have engaged Mr. Philips to show us the way to the vault, which his uncle sealed up many years ago to prevent its discovery. He was at first reluctant to share what he deemed his ~~uncle’s~~ legacy, but I believe he was persuaded by ~~Alice’s~~ rather infectious enthusiasm for the enterprise.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>Bath<br>15 July 1844		We have had a most promising beginning. Upon arrival at Bath, we met with one {{wiki\|John Phillips (geologist)\|John Philips}}, a {{wiki\|geologist}} of no small repute. In his youth, he assisted his uncle, the equally-venerable {{wiki\|William Smith (geologist)\|William Smith}}, in an excavation of the [[Roman Empire\|Roman]] baths to restore the hot springs. While the official records claim that the spring had merely diverted into a new channel, Mr. Philips told us a most wondrous tale of a strange vault, all aglow as if with gas lamps, yet far older than even the shrine to Sulis Minerva above. Within he described a great vault that no drill could mar, and inside a garment or armour of ancient make. I am certain that this must be the [[Aegis\|Aegis Minerva]], of which our forebears as far back as [[Marcus Junius Brutus]] have written. <br><br>I have engaged Mr. Philips to show us the way to the vault, which his uncle sealed up many years ago to prevent its discovery. He was at first reluctant to share what he deemed his uncle's legacy, but I believe he was persuaded by Alice's rather infectious enthusiasm for the enterprise.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>Bath<br>15 July 1844
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	Success! Success beyond our wildest hopes! As ~~we’d~~ suspected, Alice confirmed that the Williams-Philips find is a Precursor trove. We are still cataloguing the complete contents, but thus far the key finds are as follows:<br><br>– A large vault containing garments in the style of Those Who Came Before. True to Mr. ~~Philips’s~~ word, the sarcophagus has resisted all attempts to force it open. Even the carefully controlled application of dynamite had no effect.<br><br>– 32 circular metal plates, etched with runes that defy translation and punched with numerous holes. These resemble nothing so much as the plates inside the oldest clockwork music boxes, which produce by means of a striker the melodies that so enchant their owners.<br><br>Based on a preliminary examination, Alice believes the plates serve as some sort of key to opening the Vault, though by what principle none of us can guess. We have researched extensively, but I fear Bath has not the library nor the industry to further our studies. Alice suggests that we take the Vault to London, where we might find more information in the annals of the British Museum. Lavinia is of course against it, and I confess I am not entirely sanguine about it either. But think of the acclaim if we should succeed!<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>Bath<br>18 July 1844		Success! Success beyond our wildest hopes! As we'd suspected, Alice confirmed that the Williams-Philips find is a [[Isu\|Precursor]] trove. We are still cataloguing the complete contents, but thus far the key finds are as follows:<br><br>– A large vault containing garments in the style of [[Isu\|Those Who Came Before]]. True to Mr. Philips's word, the sarcophagus has resisted all attempts to force it open. Even the carefully controlled application of dynamite had no effect.<br><br>– [[Secrets of London\|32 circular metal plates]], etched with runes that defy translation and punched with numerous holes. These resemble nothing so much as the plates inside the oldest clockwork music boxes, which produce by means of a striker the melodies that so enchant their owners.<br><br>Based on a preliminary examination, Alice believes the plates serve as some sort of key to opening the Vault, though by what principle none of us can guess. We have researched extensively, but I fear Bath has not the library nor the industry to further our studies. Alice suggests that we take the Vault to London, where we might find more information in the annals of the {{wiki\|British Museum}}. Lavinia is of course against it, and I confess I am not entirely sanguine about it either. But think of the acclaim if we should succeed!<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>Bath<br>18 July 1844
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	Over ~~Lavinia’s~~ objections (and, if I am honest, no few of my own), we have come to London. Lavinia hired a sturdy oxcart to haul the Vault, and we have set up shop in an underground chamber once meant to be a bank vault before the bank lost its funding. I hope we will be secure here, but already I feel the all-seeing eye of the enemy wherever I go. Alice assures us that even the Templars cannot hope to find three Assassins in a city of over two million.<br><br>I grow concerned for her, though I would not say so to her face. Alice has scarcely slept or eaten since we discovered the Vault, so consumed is she by her schemes. She is a genius with clockwork, of that there can be no doubt, but the complexity of the ~~Vault’s~~ machinery defies her still. Of late she has taken to scouring ~~London’s~~ pawn shops and curio dealers for antique music boxes, which she tears apart and refits with the plates we found in Bath. I will admit that the sounds they produce are like unto music, and when certain of them are played in a particular order they do seem to build to a common theme, but the full sequence remains elusive. Lavinia tells me that she has caught Alice singing some bit of doggerel about lunatics from Bedlam when she thought no one was listening.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>24 July 1844		Over Lavinia's objections (and, if I am honest, no few of my own), we have come to London. Lavinia hired a sturdy oxcart to haul the Vault, and we have set up shop in an [[Michel Reuge's Vault\|underground chamber]] once meant to be a bank vault before the bank lost its funding. I hope we will be secure here, but already I feel the all-seeing eye of the enemy wherever I go. Alice assures us that even the Templars cannot hope to find three [[Assassins]] in a city of over two million.<br><br>I grow concerned for her, though I would not say so to her face. Alice has scarcely slept or eaten since we discovered the Vault, so consumed is she by her schemes. She is a genius with clockwork, of that there can be no doubt, but the complexity of the Vault's machinery defies her still. Of late she has taken to scouring London's pawn shops and curio dealers for antique music boxes, which she tears apart and refits with the plates we found in Bath. I will admit that the sounds they produce are like unto music, and when certain of them are played in a particular order they do seem to build to a common theme, but the full sequence remains elusive. Lavinia tells me that she has caught Alice singing some bit of {{wiki\|Tom o' Bedlam\|doggerel about lunatics from Bedlam}} when she thought no one was listening.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>24 July 1844
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	Lavinia tells me that the Templars are closing in—apparently they can find three Assassins in a city of over two million if those Assassins are asking the wrong sort of questions. We must make all haste back to the Continent, but that perforce means abandoning the Vault, and Alice will not have it. Lavinia has tried to reason with her, but Alice insists she is close to the answer. The music boxes play nonstop now. I do not know what to do.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>30 July 1844<br><br>Addendum: Nearly captured today. The Templars know we are here, and they are hunting us in force. We must take ship now, or by dawn at the latest, but Alice assures me she needs only a few more pieces to make sense of the whole. I tried to reason with her, but she grew angry and stormed out. Lavinia has gone after her in hopes of bringing her around. A fine leader ~~I’ve~~ turned out to be. For my part ~~I’ve~~ nothing to contribute, save to pack these damnable music boxes and make them ready for shipment. We cannot take the Vault with us, but at least we may deprive the Templars of the plates. <br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>30 July 1844		Lavinia tells me that the Templars are closing in—apparently they can find three Assassins in a city of over two million if those Assassins are asking the wrong sort of questions. We must make all haste back to the [[Eruope\|Continent]], but that perforce means abandoning the Vault, and Alice will not have it. Lavinia has tried to reason with her, but Alice insists she is close to the answer. The music boxes play nonstop now. I do not know what to do.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>30 July 1844<br><br>Addendum: Nearly captured today. The Templars know we are here, and they are hunting us in force. We must take [[ship]] now, or by dawn at the latest, but Alice assures me she needs only a few more pieces to make sense of the whole. I tried to reason with her, but she grew angry and stormed out. Lavinia has gone after her in hopes of bringing her around. A fine leader I've turned out to be. For my part I've nothing to contribute, save to pack these damnable music boxes and make them ready for shipment. We cannot take the Vault with us, but at least we may deprive the Templars of the plates. <br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>30 July 1844
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	Lavinia is dead.<br><br>She returned in the hours before dawn, badly injured, with a tale it breaks my heart to relate. Alice has betrayed us, sold us to the Templars for the hollow promise of safety to continue her studies of the Vault. Before she died, Lavinia warned me that the Templars were coming in force. They will be here by dawn. The ports and the rail stations are all being watched—there is no escape from London for me. I write these words only in the feeble hope that some future Assassin will find them and understand what I have done.<br><br>I now thank Providence that I packed the music boxes away for easy transport. I will hide them as I can, throughout the city. Scattered, they will be as safe as I can make them. If by some miracle I survive the day, I will find my once-Sister and do justice upon her. It is not the legacy I desired, but it is the only one open to me.<br><br>We work in the dark to serve the light.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>31 July 1844		Lavinia is dead.<br><br>She returned in the hours before dawn, badly injured, with a tale it breaks my heart to relate. Alice has betrayed us, sold us to the Templars for the hollow promise of safety to continue her studies of the Vault. Before she died, Lavinia warned me that the Templars were coming in force. They will be here by dawn. The ports and the rail stations are all being watched—there is no escape from London for me. I write these words only in the feeble hope that some future Assassin will find them and understand what I have done.<br><br>I now thank {{wiki\|Divine providence\|Providence}} that I packed the music boxes away for easy transport. I will hide them as I can, throughout the city. Scattered, they will be as safe as I can make them. If by some miracle I survive the day, I will find my once-Sister and do justice upon her. It is not the legacy I desired, but it is the only one open to me.<br><br>We work in the dark to serve the light.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>31 July 1844
	\|-\|REUGE JOURNAL ENTRY #7=		\|-\|REUGE JOURNAL ENTRY #7=
	The music is all I hear now. Day and night, waking and sleeping, it clings to me like ~~Marley’s~~ chains, an incessant reminder of my sins. We sought the wisdom of Minerva, but in Her temple we found only the rot within ourselves. Hubris was our undoing, my sister or brother, and if you do not turn back it will be yours as well.<br><br>The Vault is safe. The keys are scattered across London, and even I no longer recall where they are hidden. They tried to break me, you see. They tortured me with devices both earthly and otherworldly, cast me howling into Lambeth, beat me, starved me. They even brought in that mesmeric devil Elliotson, but I would not yield the secret. I was not a traitor, no—not like her. I remember my vows. I remember the Creed.<br><br>To you that have found this meagre scrap, I offer no congratulations, only condolence. The quest for the Aegis has shattered me, and claimed the lives of those I loved best. Turn back, I urge you. But if you will not, listen for the music. Find the music boxes, find the keys, and perhaps you will do what I could not and recover the treasure of Sulis Minerva.<br><br>I leave you, reader, with the words of another poor madman, born long before I and yet suffering under the same curse. Perhaps you will heed their warning and forget that ~~e’er~~ you saw this place, but I fear that, as I did, you will follow the ~~verse’s~~ path to ruin.<br><br>From the hag and hungry goblin<br>That into rags would rend ye,<br>All the sprites that stand by the naked man<br>In the book of moons, defend ye.<br><br>God be with you. We work in the dark to serve the light.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>14 May 1845		The music is all I hear now. Day and night, waking and sleeping, it clings to me like {{wiki\|Jacob Marley\|Marley}}'s chains, an incessant reminder of my sins. We sought the wisdom of Minerva, but in Her temple we found only the rot within ourselves. {{wiki\|Hubris}} was our undoing, my sister or brother, and if you do not turn back it will be yours as well.<br><br>The Vault is safe. The keys are scattered across London, and even I no longer recall where they are hidden. They tried to break me, you see. They tortured me with devices both earthly and otherworldly, cast me howling into [[Lambeth]], beat me, starved me. They even brought in that mesmeric devil [[John Elliotson\|Elliotson]], but I would not yield the secret. I was not a traitor, no—not like her. I remember my vows. I remember [[the Creed]].<br><br>To you that have found this meagre scrap, I offer no congratulations, only condolence. The quest for the Aegis has shattered me, and claimed the lives of those I loved best. Turn back, I urge you. But if you will not, listen for the music. Find the music boxes, find the keys, and perhaps you will do what I could not and recover the treasure of Sulis Minerva.<br><br>I leave you, reader, with the words of {{wiki\|Tom o' Bedlam\|another poor madman}}, born long before I and yet suffering under the same curse. Perhaps you will heed their warning and forget that e'er you saw this place, but I fear that, as I did, you will follow the verse's path to ruin.<br><br>From the hag and hungry goblin<br>That into rags would rend ye,<br>All the sprites that stand by the naked man<br>In the book of moons, defend ye.<br><br>God be with you. We work in the dark to serve the light.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>14 May 1845
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	The moon's my constant mistress,<br>		The moon's my constant mistress,<br>
	And the lonely owl my marrow;<br>		And the lonely [[owl]] my marrow;<br>
	The flaming drake and the night crow make<br>		The flaming drake and the night crow make<br>
	Me music to my sorrow.		Me music to my sorrow.

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Behind the Scenes

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	From the hag and hungry goblin<br>That into rags would rend ye,<br>All the sprites that stand by the naked man<br>In the book of moons, defend ye.		From the hag and hungry goblin<br>That into rags would rend ye,<br>All the sprites that stand by the naked man<br>In the book of moons, defend ye.

			The game files also include database entries of Michel Reuge's journal dealing with finding the Aegis and his work on the music boxes.
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			Left Val-de-Travers on the early train for Paris this morning, and thence on to Le Havre to take ship for England (avoiding London, naturally, as we dare not let the Templars catch wind of our scheme). The train was hot and crowded, but our spirits remain high. Alice remains convinced that the Romano-British shrine to Sulis Minerva at Bath is built over a Precursor site, and that fabulous treasures await us; enough to secure a Mastership for all three of us. Lavinia is, I think, thrilled to have a bodyguarding assignment that is not ceremonial.<br><br>For it is into the lion’s den we go, and no mistake. Even outside the capital, the south of England is a Templar redoubt. Our wits must be as sharp as our blades, and we may yet all come to ruin. But the reward is worth the risk, of this I am certain. When we return, our names will be reckoned alongside the likes of the Auditores of Florence.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>Paris<br>12 July 1844
			\|-\|REUGE JOURNAL ENTRY #2=
			We have had a most promising beginning. Upon arrival at Bath, we met with one John Philips, a geologist of no small repute. In his youth, he assisted his uncle, the equally-venerable William Smith, in an excavation of the Roman baths to restore the hot springs. While the official records claim that the spring had merely diverted into a new channel, Mr. Philips told us a most wondrous tale of a strange vault, all aglow as if with gas lamps, yet far older than even the shrine to Sulis Minerva above. Within he described a great vault that no drill could mar, and inside a garment or armour of ancient make. I am certain that this must be the Aegis Minerva, of which our forebears as far back as Marcus Junius Brutus have written. <br><br>I have engaged Mr. Philips to show us the way to the vault, which his uncle sealed up many years ago to prevent its discovery. He was at first reluctant to share what he deemed his uncle’s legacy, but I believe he was persuaded by Alice’s rather infectious enthusiasm for the enterprise.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>Bath<br>15 July 1844
			\|-\|REUGE JOURNAL ENTRY #3=
			Success! Success beyond our wildest hopes! As we’d suspected, Alice confirmed that the Williams-Philips find is a Precursor trove. We are still cataloguing the complete contents, but thus far the key finds are as follows:<br><br>– A large vault containing garments in the style of Those Who Came Before. True to Mr. Philips’s word, the sarcophagus has resisted all attempts to force it open. Even the carefully controlled application of dynamite had no effect.<br><br>– 32 circular metal plates, etched with runes that defy translation and punched with numerous holes. These resemble nothing so much as the plates inside the oldest clockwork music boxes, which produce by means of a striker the melodies that so enchant their owners.<br><br>Based on a preliminary examination, Alice believes the plates serve as some sort of key to opening the Vault, though by what principle none of us can guess. We have researched extensively, but I fear Bath has not the library nor the industry to further our studies. Alice suggests that we take the Vault to London, where we might find more information in the annals of the British Museum. Lavinia is of course against it, and I confess I am not entirely sanguine about it either. But think of the acclaim if we should succeed!<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>Bath<br>18 July 1844
			\|-\|REUGE JOURNAL ENTRY #4=
			Over Lavinia’s objections (and, if I am honest, no few of my own), we have come to London. Lavinia hired a sturdy oxcart to haul the Vault, and we have set up shop in an underground chamber once meant to be a bank vault before the bank lost its funding. I hope we will be secure here, but already I feel the all-seeing eye of the enemy wherever I go. Alice assures us that even the Templars cannot hope to find three Assassins in a city of over two million.<br><br>I grow concerned for her, though I would not say so to her face. Alice has scarcely slept or eaten since we discovered the Vault, so consumed is she by her schemes. She is a genius with clockwork, of that there can be no doubt, but the complexity of the Vault’s machinery defies her still. Of late she has taken to scouring London’s pawn shops and curio dealers for antique music boxes, which she tears apart and refits with the plates we found in Bath. I will admit that the sounds they produce are like unto music, and when certain of them are played in a particular order they do seem to build to a common theme, but the full sequence remains elusive. Lavinia tells me that she has caught Alice singing some bit of doggerel about lunatics from Bedlam when she thought no one was listening.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>24 July 1844
			\|-\|REUGE JOURNAL ENTRY #5=
			Lavinia tells me that the Templars are closing in—apparently they can find three Assassins in a city of over two million if those Assassins are asking the wrong sort of questions. We must make all haste back to the Continent, but that perforce means abandoning the Vault, and Alice will not have it. Lavinia has tried to reason with her, but Alice insists she is close to the answer. The music boxes play nonstop now. I do not know what to do.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>30 July 1844<br><br>Addendum: Nearly captured today. The Templars know we are here, and they are hunting us in force. We must take ship now, or by dawn at the latest, but Alice assures me she needs only a few more pieces to make sense of the whole. I tried to reason with her, but she grew angry and stormed out. Lavinia has gone after her in hopes of bringing her around. A fine leader I’ve turned out to be. For my part I’ve nothing to contribute, save to pack these damnable music boxes and make them ready for shipment. We cannot take the Vault with us, but at least we may deprive the Templars of the plates. <br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>30 July 1844
			\|-\|REUGE JOURNAL ENTRY #6=
			Lavinia is dead.<br><br>She returned in the hours before dawn, badly injured, with a tale it breaks my heart to relate. Alice has betrayed us, sold us to the Templars for the hollow promise of safety to continue her studies of the Vault. Before she died, Lavinia warned me that the Templars were coming in force. They will be here by dawn. The ports and the rail stations are all being watched—there is no escape from London for me. I write these words only in the feeble hope that some future Assassin will find them and understand what I have done.<br><br>I now thank Providence that I packed the music boxes away for easy transport. I will hide them as I can, throughout the city. Scattered, they will be as safe as I can make them. If by some miracle I survive the day, I will find my once-Sister and do justice upon her. It is not the legacy I desired, but it is the only one open to me.<br><br>We work in the dark to serve the light.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>31 July 1844
			\|-\|REUGE JOURNAL ENTRY #7=
			The music is all I hear now. Day and night, waking and sleeping, it clings to me like Marley’s chains, an incessant reminder of my sins. We sought the wisdom of Minerva, but in Her temple we found only the rot within ourselves. Hubris was our undoing, my sister or brother, and if you do not turn back it will be yours as well.<br><br>The Vault is safe. The keys are scattered across London, and even I no longer recall where they are hidden. They tried to break me, you see. They tortured me with devices both earthly and otherworldly, cast me howling into Lambeth, beat me, starved me. They even brought in that mesmeric devil Elliotson, but I would not yield the secret. I was not a traitor, no—not like her. I remember my vows. I remember the Creed.<br><br>To you that have found this meagre scrap, I offer no congratulations, only condolence. The quest for the Aegis has shattered me, and claimed the lives of those I loved best. Turn back, I urge you. But if you will not, listen for the music. Find the music boxes, find the keys, and perhaps you will do what I could not and recover the treasure of Sulis Minerva.<br><br>I leave you, reader, with the words of another poor madman, born long before I and yet suffering under the same curse. Perhaps you will heed their warning and forget that e’er you saw this place, but I fear that, as I did, you will follow the verse’s path to ruin.<br><br>From the hag and hungry goblin<br>That into rags would rend ye,<br>All the sprites that stand by the naked man<br>In the book of moons, defend ye.<br><br>God be with you. We work in the dark to serve the light.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>14 May 1845
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			==Behind the Scenes==
			Although secret #15 does not come with a poem in-game, the game files have the following poem associated with it:

			From the hag and hungry goblin<br>That into rags would rend ye,<br>All the sprites that stand by the naked man<br>In the book of moons, defend ye.

	==Appearances==		==Appearances==

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	\|-\|#23 - CITY OF LONDON=		\|-\|#23 - CITY OF LONDON=
			So drink to Tom of Bedlam<br>
			Go fill the seas in barrels<br>
			I'll drink it all, well brewed with gall<br>
			And maudlin drunk I'll quarrel

	\|-\|#24 - SOUTHWARK=		\|-\|#24 - SOUTHWARK=

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	Left {{wiki\|Val-de-Travers}} on the early [[train]] for [[Paris]] this morning, and thence on to {{wiki\|Le Havre}} to take ship for [[England]] (avoiding London, naturally, as we dare not let the [[Templars]] catch wind of our scheme). The train was hot and crowded, but our spirits remain high. Alice remains convinced that the Romano-British shrine to [[Minerva\|Sulis Minerva]] at Bath is built over a Precursor site, and that fabulous treasures await us; enough to secure a [[Master Assassin\|Mastership]] for all three of us. Lavinia is, I think, thrilled to have a bodyguarding assignment that is not ceremonial.<br><br>For it is into the [[lion]]'s den we go, and no mistake. Even outside the capital, the south of England is a Templar redoubt. Our wits must be as sharp as our [[Hidden Blade\|blades]], and we may yet all come to ruin. But the reward is worth the risk, of this I am certain. When we return, our names will be reckoned alongside the likes of the [[House of Auditore\|Auditores]] of [[Florence]].<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>Paris<br>12 July 1844		Left {{wiki\|Val-de-Travers}} on the early [[train]] for [[Paris]] this morning, and thence on to {{wiki\|Le Havre}} to take ship for [[England]] (avoiding London, naturally, as we dare not let the [[Templars]] catch wind of our scheme). The train was hot and crowded, but our spirits remain high. Alice remains convinced that the Romano-British shrine to [[Minerva\|Sulis Minerva]] at Bath is built over a Precursor site, and that fabulous treasures await us; enough to secure a [[Master Assassin\|Mastership]] for all three of us. Lavinia is, I think, thrilled to have a bodyguarding assignment that is not ceremonial.<br><br>For it is into the [[lion]]'s den we go, and no mistake. Even outside the capital, the south of England is a Templar redoubt. Our wits must be as sharp as our [[Hidden Blade\|blades]], and we may yet all come to ruin. But the reward is worth the risk, of this I am certain. When we return, our names will be reckoned alongside the likes of the [[House of Auditore\|Auditores]] of [[Florence]].<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>Paris<br>12 July 1844

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	We have had a most promising beginning. Upon arrival at Bath, we met with one {{wiki\|John Phillips (geologist)\|John Philips}}, a {{wiki\|geologist}} of no small repute. In his youth, he assisted his uncle, the equally-venerable {{wiki\|William Smith (geologist)\|William Smith}}, in an excavation of the [[Roman Empire\|Roman]] baths to restore the hot springs. While the official records claim that the spring had merely diverted into a new channel, Mr. Philips told us a most wondrous tale of a strange vault, all aglow as if with gas lamps, yet far older than even the shrine to Sulis Minerva above. Within he described a great vault that no drill could mar, and inside a garment or armour of ancient make. I am certain that this must be the [[Aegis\|Aegis Minerva]], of which our forebears as far back as [[Marcus Junius Brutus]] have written. <br><br>I have engaged Mr. Philips to show us the way to the vault, which his uncle sealed up many years ago to prevent its discovery. He was at first reluctant to share what he deemed his uncle's legacy, but I believe he was persuaded by Alice's rather infectious enthusiasm for the enterprise.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>Bath<br>15 July 1844		We have had a most promising beginning. Upon arrival at Bath, we met with one {{wiki\|John Phillips (geologist)\|John Philips}}, a {{wiki\|geologist}} of no small repute. In his youth, he assisted his uncle, the equally-venerable {{wiki\|William Smith (geologist)\|William Smith}}, in an excavation of the [[Roman Empire\|Roman]] baths to restore the hot springs. While the official records claim that the spring had merely diverted into a new channel, Mr. Philips told us a most wondrous tale of a strange vault, all aglow as if with gas lamps, yet far older than even the shrine to Sulis Minerva above. Within he described a great vault that no drill could mar, and inside a garment or armour of ancient make. I am certain that this must be the [[Aegis\|Aegis Minerva]], of which our forebears as far back as [[Marcus Junius Brutus]] have written. <br><br>I have engaged Mr. Philips to show us the way to the vault, which his uncle sealed up many years ago to prevent its discovery. He was at first reluctant to share what he deemed his uncle's legacy, but I believe he was persuaded by Alice's rather infectious enthusiasm for the enterprise.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>Bath<br>15 July 1844

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	Success! Success beyond our wildest hopes! As we'd suspected, Alice confirmed that the Williams-Philips find is a [[Isu\|Precursor]] trove. We are still cataloguing the complete contents, but thus far the key finds are as follows:<br><br>– A large vault containing garments in the style of [[Isu\|Those Who Came Before]]. True to Mr. Philips's word, the sarcophagus has resisted all attempts to force it open. Even the carefully controlled application of dynamite had no effect.<br><br>– ~~[[Secrets of London\|~~32 circular metal plates]], etched with runes that defy translation and punched with numerous holes. These resemble nothing so much as the plates inside the oldest clockwork music boxes, which produce by means of a striker the melodies that so enchant their owners.<br><br>Based on a preliminary examination, Alice believes the plates serve as some sort of key to opening the Vault, though by what principle none of us can guess. We have researched extensively, but I fear Bath has not the library nor the industry to further our studies. Alice suggests that we take the Vault to London, where we might find more information in the annals of the {{wiki\|British Museum}}. Lavinia is of course against it, and I confess I am not entirely sanguine about it either. But think of the acclaim if we should succeed!<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>Bath<br>18 July 1844		Success! Success beyond our wildest hopes! As we'd suspected, Alice confirmed that the Williams-Philips find is a [[Isu\|Precursor]] trove. We are still cataloguing the complete contents, but thus far the key finds are as follows:<br><br>– A large vault containing garments in the style of [[Isu\|Those Who Came Before]]. True to Mr. Philips's word, the sarcophagus has resisted all attempts to force it open. Even the carefully controlled application of dynamite had no effect.<br><br>– 32 circular metal plates, etched with runes that defy translation and punched with numerous holes. These resemble nothing so much as the plates inside the oldest clockwork music boxes, which produce by means of a striker the melodies that so enchant their owners.<br><br>Based on a preliminary examination, Alice believes the plates serve as some sort of key to opening the Vault, though by what principle none of us can guess. We have researched extensively, but I fear Bath has not the library nor the industry to further our studies. Alice suggests that we take the Vault to London, where we might find more information in the annals of the {{wiki\|British Museum}}. Lavinia is of course against it, and I confess I am not entirely sanguine about it either. But think of the acclaim if we should succeed!<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>Bath<br>18 July 1844

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	Over Lavinia's objections (and, if I am honest, no few of my own), we have come to London. Lavinia hired a sturdy oxcart to haul the Vault, and we have set up shop in an [[Michel Reuge's Vault\|underground chamber]] once meant to be a bank vault before the bank lost its funding. I hope we will be secure here, but already I feel the all-seeing eye of the enemy wherever I go. Alice assures us that even the Templars cannot hope to find three [[Assassins]] in a city of over two million.<br><br>I grow concerned for her, though I would not say so to her face. Alice has scarcely slept or eaten since we discovered the Vault, so consumed is she by her schemes. She is a genius with clockwork, of that there can be no doubt, but the complexity of the Vault's machinery defies her still. Of late she has taken to scouring London's pawn shops and curio dealers for antique music boxes, which she tears apart and refits with the plates we found in Bath. I will admit that the sounds they produce are like unto music, and when certain of them are played in a particular order they do seem to build to a common theme, but the full sequence remains elusive. Lavinia tells me that she has caught Alice singing some bit of {{wiki\|Tom o' Bedlam\|doggerel about lunatics from Bedlam}} when she thought no one was listening.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>24 July 1844		Over Lavinia's objections (and, if I am honest, no few of my own), we have come to London. Lavinia hired a sturdy oxcart to haul the Vault, and we have set up shop in an [[Michel Reuge's Vault\|underground chamber]] once meant to be a bank vault before the bank lost its funding. I hope we will be secure here, but already I feel the all-seeing eye of the enemy wherever I go. Alice assures us that even the Templars cannot hope to find three [[Assassins]] in a city of over two million.<br><br>I grow concerned for her, though I would not say so to her face. Alice has scarcely slept or eaten since we discovered the Vault, so consumed is she by her schemes. She is a genius with clockwork, of that there can be no doubt, but the complexity of the Vault's machinery defies her still. Of late she has taken to scouring London's pawn shops and curio dealers for antique music boxes, which she tears apart and refits with the plates we found in Bath. I will admit that the sounds they produce are like unto music, and when certain of them are played in a particular order they do seem to build to a common theme, but the full sequence remains elusive. Lavinia tells me that she has caught Alice singing some bit of {{wiki\|Tom o' Bedlam\|doggerel about lunatics from Bedlam}} when she thought no one was listening.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>24 July 1844

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	Lavinia tells me that the Templars are closing in—apparently they can find three Assassins in a city of over two million if those Assassins are asking the wrong sort of questions. We must make all haste back to the [[~~Eruope~~\|Continent]], but that perforce means abandoning the Vault, and Alice will not have it. Lavinia has tried to reason with her, but Alice insists she is close to the answer. The music boxes play nonstop now. I do not know what to do.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>30 July 1844<br><br>Addendum: Nearly captured today. The Templars know we are here, and they are hunting us in force. We must take [[ship]] now, or by dawn at the latest, but Alice assures me she needs only a few more pieces to make sense of the whole. I tried to reason with her, but she grew angry and stormed out. Lavinia has gone after her in hopes of bringing her around. A fine leader I've turned out to be. For my part I've nothing to contribute, save to pack these damnable music boxes and make them ready for shipment. We cannot take the Vault with us, but at least we may deprive the Templars of the plates. <br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>30 July 1844		Lavinia tells me that the Templars are closing in—apparently they can find three Assassins in a city of over two million if those Assassins are asking the wrong sort of questions. We must make all haste back to the [[Europe\|Continent]], but that perforce means abandoning the Vault, and Alice will not have it. Lavinia has tried to reason with her, but Alice insists she is close to the answer. The music boxes play nonstop now. I do not know what to do.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>30 July 1844<br><br>Addendum: Nearly captured today. The Templars know we are here, and they are hunting us in force. We must take [[ship]] now, or by dawn at the latest, but Alice assures me she needs only a few more pieces to make sense of the whole. I tried to reason with her, but she grew angry and stormed out. Lavinia has gone after her in hopes of bringing her around. A fine leader I've turned out to be. For my part I've nothing to contribute, save to pack these damnable music boxes and make them ready for shipment. We cannot take the Vault with us, but at least we may deprive the Templars of the plates. <br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>30 July 1844

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	Lavinia is dead.<br><br>She returned in the hours before dawn, badly injured, with a tale it breaks my heart to relate. Alice has betrayed us, sold us to the Templars for the hollow promise of safety to continue her studies of the Vault. Before she died, Lavinia warned me that the Templars were coming in force. They will be here by dawn. The ports and the rail stations are all being watched—there is no escape from London for me. I write these words only in the feeble hope that some future Assassin will find them and understand what I have done.<br><br>I now thank {{wiki\|Divine providence\|Providence}} that I packed the music boxes away for easy transport. I will hide them as I can, throughout the city. Scattered, they will be as safe as I can make them. If by some miracle I survive the day, I will find my once-Sister and do justice upon her. It is not the legacy I desired, but it is the only one open to me.<br><br>We work in the dark to serve the light.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>31 July 1844		Lavinia is dead.<br><br>She returned in the hours before dawn, badly injured, with a tale it breaks my heart to relate. Alice has betrayed us, sold us to the Templars for the hollow promise of safety to continue her studies of the Vault. Before she died, Lavinia warned me that the Templars were coming in force. They will be here by dawn. The ports and the rail stations are all being watched—there is no escape from London for me. I write these words only in the feeble hope that some future Assassin will find them and understand what I have done.<br><br>I now thank {{wiki\|Divine providence\|Providence}} that I packed the music boxes away for easy transport. I will hide them as I can, throughout the city. Scattered, they will be as safe as I can make them. If by some miracle I survive the day, I will find my once-Sister and do justice upon her. It is not the legacy I desired, but it is the only one open to me.<br><br>We work in the dark to serve the light.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>31 July 1844

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	The music is all I hear now. Day and night, waking and sleeping, it clings to me like {{wiki\|Jacob Marley\|Marley}}'s chains, an incessant reminder of my sins. We sought the wisdom of Minerva, but in Her temple we found only the rot within ourselves. {{wiki\|Hubris}} was our undoing, my sister or brother, and if you do not turn back it will be yours as well.<br><br>The Vault is safe. The keys are scattered across London, and even I no longer recall where they are hidden. They tried to break me, you see. They tortured me with devices both earthly and otherworldly, cast me howling into [[Lambeth]], beat me, starved me. They even brought in that mesmeric devil [[John Elliotson\|Elliotson]], but I would not yield the secret. I was not a traitor, no—not like her. I remember my vows. I remember [[the Creed]].<br><br>To you that have found this meagre scrap, I offer no congratulations, only condolence. The quest for the Aegis has shattered me, and claimed the lives of those I loved best. Turn back, I urge you. But if you will not, listen for the music. Find the music boxes, find the keys, and perhaps you will do what I could not and recover the treasure of Sulis Minerva.<br><br>I leave you, reader, with the words of {{wiki\|Tom o' Bedlam\|another poor madman}}, born long before I and yet suffering under the same curse. Perhaps you will heed their warning and forget that e'er you saw this place, but I fear that, as I did, you will follow the verse's path to ruin.<br><br>From the hag and hungry goblin<br>That into rags would rend ye,<br>All the sprites that stand by the naked man<br>In the book of moons, defend ye.<br><br>God be with you. We work in the dark to serve the light.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>14 May 1845		The music is all I hear now. Day and night, waking and sleeping, it clings to me like {{wiki\|Jacob Marley\|Marley}}'s chains, an incessant reminder of my sins. We sought the wisdom of Minerva, but in Her temple we found only the rot within ourselves. {{wiki\|Hubris}} was our undoing, my sister or brother, and if you do not turn back it will be yours as well.<br><br>The Vault is safe. The keys are scattered across London, and even I no longer recall where they are hidden. They tried to break me, you see. They tortured me with devices both earthly and otherworldly, cast me howling into [[Lambeth]], beat me, starved me. They even brought in that mesmeric devil [[John Elliotson\|Elliotson]], but I would not yield the secret. I was not a traitor, no—not like her. I remember my vows. I remember [[the Creed]].<br><br>To you that have found this meagre scrap, I offer no congratulations, only condolence. The quest for the Aegis has shattered me, and claimed the lives of those I loved best. Turn back, I urge you. But if you will not, listen for the music. Find the music boxes, find the keys, and perhaps you will do what I could not and recover the treasure of Sulis Minerva.<br><br>I leave you, reader, with the words of {{wiki\|Tom o' Bedlam\|another poor madman}}, born long before I and yet suffering under the same curse. Perhaps you will heed their warning and forget that e'er you saw this place, but I fear that, as I did, you will follow the verse's path to ruin.<br><br>From the hag and hungry goblin<br>That into rags would rend ye,<br>All the sprites that stand by the naked man<br>In the book of moons, defend ye.<br><br>God be with you. We work in the dark to serve the light.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>14 May 1845

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	Left Val-de-Travers on the early train for Paris this morning, and thence on to Le Havre to take ship for England (avoiding London, naturally, as we dare not let the Templars catch wind of our scheme). The train was hot and crowded, but our spirits remain high. Alice remains convinced that the Romano-British shrine to Sulis Minerva at Bath is built over a Precursor site, and that fabulous treasures await us; enough to secure a Mastership for all three of us. Lavinia is, I think, thrilled to have a bodyguarding assignment that is not ceremonial.<br><br>For it is into the ~~lion’s~~ den we go, and no mistake. Even outside the capital, the south of England is a Templar redoubt. Our wits must be as sharp as our blades, and we may yet all come to ruin. But the reward is worth the risk, of this I am certain. When we return, our names will be reckoned alongside the likes of the Auditores of Florence.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>Paris<br>12 July 1844		Left {{wiki\|Val-de-Travers}} on the early [[train]] for [[Paris]] this morning, and thence on to {{wiki\|Le Havre}} to take ship for [[England]] (avoiding London, naturally, as we dare not let the [[Templars]] catch wind of our scheme). The train was hot and crowded, but our spirits remain high. Alice remains convinced that the Romano-British shrine to [[Minerva\|Sulis Minerva]] at Bath is built over a Precursor site, and that fabulous treasures await us; enough to secure a [[Master Assassin\|Mastership]] for all three of us. Lavinia is, I think, thrilled to have a bodyguarding assignment that is not ceremonial.<br><br>For it is into the [[lion]]'s den we go, and no mistake. Even outside the capital, the south of England is a Templar redoubt. Our wits must be as sharp as our [[Hidden Blade\|blades]], and we may yet all come to ruin. But the reward is worth the risk, of this I am certain. When we return, our names will be reckoned alongside the likes of the [[House of Auditore\|Auditores]] of [[Florence]].<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>Paris<br>12 July 1844
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	We have had a most promising beginning. Upon arrival at Bath, we met with one John Philips, a geologist of no small repute. In his youth, he assisted his uncle, the equally-venerable William Smith, in an excavation of the Roman baths to restore the hot springs. While the official records claim that the spring had merely diverted into a new channel, Mr. Philips told us a most wondrous tale of a strange vault, all aglow as if with gas lamps, yet far older than even the shrine to Sulis Minerva above. Within he described a great vault that no drill could mar, and inside a garment or armour of ancient make. I am certain that this must be the Aegis Minerva, of which our forebears as far back as Marcus Junius Brutus have written. <br><br>I have engaged Mr. Philips to show us the way to the vault, which his uncle sealed up many years ago to prevent its discovery. He was at first reluctant to share what he deemed his ~~uncle’s~~ legacy, but I believe he was persuaded by ~~Alice’s~~ rather infectious enthusiasm for the enterprise.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>Bath<br>15 July 1844		We have had a most promising beginning. Upon arrival at Bath, we met with one {{wiki\|John Phillips (geologist)\|John Philips}}, a {{wiki\|geologist}} of no small repute. In his youth, he assisted his uncle, the equally-venerable {{wiki\|William Smith (geologist)\|William Smith}}, in an excavation of the [[Roman Empire\|Roman]] baths to restore the hot springs. While the official records claim that the spring had merely diverted into a new channel, Mr. Philips told us a most wondrous tale of a strange vault, all aglow as if with gas lamps, yet far older than even the shrine to Sulis Minerva above. Within he described a great vault that no drill could mar, and inside a garment or armour of ancient make. I am certain that this must be the [[Aegis\|Aegis Minerva]], of which our forebears as far back as [[Marcus Junius Brutus]] have written. <br><br>I have engaged Mr. Philips to show us the way to the vault, which his uncle sealed up many years ago to prevent its discovery. He was at first reluctant to share what he deemed his uncle's legacy, but I believe he was persuaded by Alice's rather infectious enthusiasm for the enterprise.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>Bath<br>15 July 1844
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	Success! Success beyond our wildest hopes! As ~~we’d~~ suspected, Alice confirmed that the Williams-Philips find is a Precursor trove. We are still cataloguing the complete contents, but thus far the key finds are as follows:<br><br>– A large vault containing garments in the style of Those Who Came Before. True to Mr. ~~Philips’s~~ word, the sarcophagus has resisted all attempts to force it open. Even the carefully controlled application of dynamite had no effect.<br><br>– 32 circular metal plates, etched with runes that defy translation and punched with numerous holes. These resemble nothing so much as the plates inside the oldest clockwork music boxes, which produce by means of a striker the melodies that so enchant their owners.<br><br>Based on a preliminary examination, Alice believes the plates serve as some sort of key to opening the Vault, though by what principle none of us can guess. We have researched extensively, but I fear Bath has not the library nor the industry to further our studies. Alice suggests that we take the Vault to London, where we might find more information in the annals of the British Museum. Lavinia is of course against it, and I confess I am not entirely sanguine about it either. But think of the acclaim if we should succeed!<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>Bath<br>18 July 1844		Success! Success beyond our wildest hopes! As we'd suspected, Alice confirmed that the Williams-Philips find is a [[Isu\|Precursor]] trove. We are still cataloguing the complete contents, but thus far the key finds are as follows:<br><br>– A large vault containing garments in the style of [[Isu\|Those Who Came Before]]. True to Mr. Philips's word, the sarcophagus has resisted all attempts to force it open. Even the carefully controlled application of dynamite had no effect.<br><br>– [[Secrets of London\|32 circular metal plates]], etched with runes that defy translation and punched with numerous holes. These resemble nothing so much as the plates inside the oldest clockwork music boxes, which produce by means of a striker the melodies that so enchant their owners.<br><br>Based on a preliminary examination, Alice believes the plates serve as some sort of key to opening the Vault, though by what principle none of us can guess. We have researched extensively, but I fear Bath has not the library nor the industry to further our studies. Alice suggests that we take the Vault to London, where we might find more information in the annals of the {{wiki\|British Museum}}. Lavinia is of course against it, and I confess I am not entirely sanguine about it either. But think of the acclaim if we should succeed!<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>Bath<br>18 July 1844
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	Over ~~Lavinia’s~~ objections (and, if I am honest, no few of my own), we have come to London. Lavinia hired a sturdy oxcart to haul the Vault, and we have set up shop in an underground chamber once meant to be a bank vault before the bank lost its funding. I hope we will be secure here, but already I feel the all-seeing eye of the enemy wherever I go. Alice assures us that even the Templars cannot hope to find three Assassins in a city of over two million.<br><br>I grow concerned for her, though I would not say so to her face. Alice has scarcely slept or eaten since we discovered the Vault, so consumed is she by her schemes. She is a genius with clockwork, of that there can be no doubt, but the complexity of the ~~Vault’s~~ machinery defies her still. Of late she has taken to scouring ~~London’s~~ pawn shops and curio dealers for antique music boxes, which she tears apart and refits with the plates we found in Bath. I will admit that the sounds they produce are like unto music, and when certain of them are played in a particular order they do seem to build to a common theme, but the full sequence remains elusive. Lavinia tells me that she has caught Alice singing some bit of doggerel about lunatics from Bedlam when she thought no one was listening.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>24 July 1844		Over Lavinia's objections (and, if I am honest, no few of my own), we have come to London. Lavinia hired a sturdy oxcart to haul the Vault, and we have set up shop in an [[Michel Reuge's Vault\|underground chamber]] once meant to be a bank vault before the bank lost its funding. I hope we will be secure here, but already I feel the all-seeing eye of the enemy wherever I go. Alice assures us that even the Templars cannot hope to find three [[Assassins]] in a city of over two million.<br><br>I grow concerned for her, though I would not say so to her face. Alice has scarcely slept or eaten since we discovered the Vault, so consumed is she by her schemes. She is a genius with clockwork, of that there can be no doubt, but the complexity of the Vault's machinery defies her still. Of late she has taken to scouring London's pawn shops and curio dealers for antique music boxes, which she tears apart and refits with the plates we found in Bath. I will admit that the sounds they produce are like unto music, and when certain of them are played in a particular order they do seem to build to a common theme, but the full sequence remains elusive. Lavinia tells me that she has caught Alice singing some bit of {{wiki\|Tom o' Bedlam\|doggerel about lunatics from Bedlam}} when she thought no one was listening.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>24 July 1844
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	Lavinia tells me that the Templars are closing in—apparently they can find three Assassins in a city of over two million if those Assassins are asking the wrong sort of questions. We must make all haste back to the Continent, but that perforce means abandoning the Vault, and Alice will not have it. Lavinia has tried to reason with her, but Alice insists she is close to the answer. The music boxes play nonstop now. I do not know what to do.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>30 July 1844<br><br>Addendum: Nearly captured today. The Templars know we are here, and they are hunting us in force. We must take ship now, or by dawn at the latest, but Alice assures me she needs only a few more pieces to make sense of the whole. I tried to reason with her, but she grew angry and stormed out. Lavinia has gone after her in hopes of bringing her around. A fine leader ~~I’ve~~ turned out to be. For my part ~~I’ve~~ nothing to contribute, save to pack these damnable music boxes and make them ready for shipment. We cannot take the Vault with us, but at least we may deprive the Templars of the plates. <br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>30 July 1844		Lavinia tells me that the Templars are closing in—apparently they can find three Assassins in a city of over two million if those Assassins are asking the wrong sort of questions. We must make all haste back to the [[Eruope\|Continent]], but that perforce means abandoning the Vault, and Alice will not have it. Lavinia has tried to reason with her, but Alice insists she is close to the answer. The music boxes play nonstop now. I do not know what to do.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>30 July 1844<br><br>Addendum: Nearly captured today. The Templars know we are here, and they are hunting us in force. We must take [[ship]] now, or by dawn at the latest, but Alice assures me she needs only a few more pieces to make sense of the whole. I tried to reason with her, but she grew angry and stormed out. Lavinia has gone after her in hopes of bringing her around. A fine leader I've turned out to be. For my part I've nothing to contribute, save to pack these damnable music boxes and make them ready for shipment. We cannot take the Vault with us, but at least we may deprive the Templars of the plates. <br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>30 July 1844
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	Lavinia is dead.<br><br>She returned in the hours before dawn, badly injured, with a tale it breaks my heart to relate. Alice has betrayed us, sold us to the Templars for the hollow promise of safety to continue her studies of the Vault. Before she died, Lavinia warned me that the Templars were coming in force. They will be here by dawn. The ports and the rail stations are all being watched—there is no escape from London for me. I write these words only in the feeble hope that some future Assassin will find them and understand what I have done.<br><br>I now thank Providence that I packed the music boxes away for easy transport. I will hide them as I can, throughout the city. Scattered, they will be as safe as I can make them. If by some miracle I survive the day, I will find my once-Sister and do justice upon her. It is not the legacy I desired, but it is the only one open to me.<br><br>We work in the dark to serve the light.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>31 July 1844		Lavinia is dead.<br><br>She returned in the hours before dawn, badly injured, with a tale it breaks my heart to relate. Alice has betrayed us, sold us to the Templars for the hollow promise of safety to continue her studies of the Vault. Before she died, Lavinia warned me that the Templars were coming in force. They will be here by dawn. The ports and the rail stations are all being watched—there is no escape from London for me. I write these words only in the feeble hope that some future Assassin will find them and understand what I have done.<br><br>I now thank {{wiki\|Divine providence\|Providence}} that I packed the music boxes away for easy transport. I will hide them as I can, throughout the city. Scattered, they will be as safe as I can make them. If by some miracle I survive the day, I will find my once-Sister and do justice upon her. It is not the legacy I desired, but it is the only one open to me.<br><br>We work in the dark to serve the light.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>31 July 1844
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	The music is all I hear now. Day and night, waking and sleeping, it clings to me like ~~Marley’s~~ chains, an incessant reminder of my sins. We sought the wisdom of Minerva, but in Her temple we found only the rot within ourselves. Hubris was our undoing, my sister or brother, and if you do not turn back it will be yours as well.<br><br>The Vault is safe. The keys are scattered across London, and even I no longer recall where they are hidden. They tried to break me, you see. They tortured me with devices both earthly and otherworldly, cast me howling into Lambeth, beat me, starved me. They even brought in that mesmeric devil Elliotson, but I would not yield the secret. I was not a traitor, no—not like her. I remember my vows. I remember the Creed.<br><br>To you that have found this meagre scrap, I offer no congratulations, only condolence. The quest for the Aegis has shattered me, and claimed the lives of those I loved best. Turn back, I urge you. But if you will not, listen for the music. Find the music boxes, find the keys, and perhaps you will do what I could not and recover the treasure of Sulis Minerva.<br><br>I leave you, reader, with the words of another poor madman, born long before I and yet suffering under the same curse. Perhaps you will heed their warning and forget that ~~e’er~~ you saw this place, but I fear that, as I did, you will follow the ~~verse’s~~ path to ruin.<br><br>From the hag and hungry goblin<br>That into rags would rend ye,<br>All the sprites that stand by the naked man<br>In the book of moons, defend ye.<br><br>God be with you. We work in the dark to serve the light.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>14 May 1845		The music is all I hear now. Day and night, waking and sleeping, it clings to me like {{wiki\|Jacob Marley\|Marley}}'s chains, an incessant reminder of my sins. We sought the wisdom of Minerva, but in Her temple we found only the rot within ourselves. {{wiki\|Hubris}} was our undoing, my sister or brother, and if you do not turn back it will be yours as well.<br><br>The Vault is safe. The keys are scattered across London, and even I no longer recall where they are hidden. They tried to break me, you see. They tortured me with devices both earthly and otherworldly, cast me howling into [[Lambeth]], beat me, starved me. They even brought in that mesmeric devil [[John Elliotson\|Elliotson]], but I would not yield the secret. I was not a traitor, no—not like her. I remember my vows. I remember [[the Creed]].<br><br>To you that have found this meagre scrap, I offer no congratulations, only condolence. The quest for the Aegis has shattered me, and claimed the lives of those I loved best. Turn back, I urge you. But if you will not, listen for the music. Find the music boxes, find the keys, and perhaps you will do what I could not and recover the treasure of Sulis Minerva.<br><br>I leave you, reader, with the words of {{wiki\|Tom o' Bedlam\|another poor madman}}, born long before I and yet suffering under the same curse. Perhaps you will heed their warning and forget that e'er you saw this place, but I fear that, as I did, you will follow the verse's path to ruin.<br><br>From the hag and hungry goblin<br>That into rags would rend ye,<br>All the sprites that stand by the naked man<br>In the book of moons, defend ye.<br><br>God be with you. We work in the dark to serve the light.<br><br>Michael Reuge<br>London<br>14 May 1845
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