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	;19. ON BEING A "SAGE"		;19. ON BEING A "SAGE"
	I remain'd alone at the Observatories Location, plumbing its Secrets, all the while besieged by such an influx of Reveries it would require a Tome twice the size of a Bible to relate them all. Let it suffice to say, that I came to understand the Nature of the two Souls within me, and I am now content.<br><br>After near on a Week there, I was visit'd by a [[Guardians of the Observatory\|Group of Natives]] from the Island, people of the [[Taíno\|Tiano]] tribe, I believe. They spott'd me first, and might have kill'd me straight away, had my utter surprise not widen'd my Eyes to such a Degree that their unusual qualities were seen by all. At seeing me thus, the Natives stopp'd ~~and~~ and dropp'd to their knees with slow Gesticulations. I understood at once that these men were sworn to protect this place, and in my further Conversations with them since, I have made out that it was a PREVIOUS Sage who had employ'd them so;—or more precisely, I should say employed their Ancestors thus, for nearly 150 years had pass'd since the [[16th century Sage\|last "Sage"]] had come this way. I am told his Grave lies nearby, but is unmark'd and inaccessible.<br><br>It has now been over four Decades since my Arrival at this sacred Place, and onlie one Question yett lingers in my Minde;—how many more of my Sort have been here in Total? near eighty Millennia have pass'd since our Inception, and I am apt to believe the Number quite high. But I cannot knowe for certain.<br><br>But let that not trouble you, Reader;—for if you have followed my Storie entire, look you for my final Missive in the Playce where I will soon surely lay. Hidden near the Observatorie, where I have instructed the Guardians of this place to burie me when my Passage across this mortal Coil is at it's End. Therefore, fare thee well, until then.		I remain'd alone at the Observatories Location, plumbing its Secrets, all the while besieged by such an influx of Reveries it would require a Tome twice the size of a Bible to relate them all. Let it suffice to say, that I came to understand the Nature of the two Souls within me, and I am now content.<br><br>After near on a Week there, I was visit'd by a [[Guardians of the Observatory\|Group of Natives]] from the Island, people of the [[Taíno\|Tiano]] tribe, I believe. They spott'd me first, and might have kill'd me straight away, had my utter surprise not widen'd my Eyes to such a Degree that their unusual qualities were seen by all. At seeing me thus, the Natives stopp'd and dropp'd to their knees with slow Gesticulations. I understood at once that these men were sworn to protect this place, and in my further Conversations with them since, I have made out that it was a PREVIOUS Sage who had employ'd them so;—or more precisely, I should say employed their Ancestors thus, for nearly 150 years had pass'd since the [[16th century Sage\|last "Sage"]] had come this way. I am told his Grave lies nearby, but is unmark'd and inaccessible.<br><br>It has now been over four Decades since my Arrival at this sacred Place, and onlie one Question yett lingers in my Minde;—how many more of my Sort have been here in Total? near eighty Millennia have pass'd since our Inception, and I am apt to believe the Number quite high. But I cannot knowe for certain.<br><br>But let that not trouble you, Reader;—for if you have followed my Storie entire, look you for my final Missive in the Playce where I will soon surely lay. Hidden near the Observatorie, where I have instructed the Guardians of this place to burie me when my Passage across this mortal Coil is at it's End. Therefore, fare thee well, until then.
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	;20. A SECRET INCOMPRHENSIBLE		;20. A SECRET INCOMPRHENSIBLE

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	I remain'd alone at the Observatories Location, plumbing its Secrets, all the while besieged by such an influx of Reveries it would require a Tome twice the size of a Bible to relate them all. Let it suffice to say, that I came to understand the Nature of the two Souls within me, and I am now content.<br><br>After near on a Week there, I was visit'd by a [[Guardians\|Group of Natives]] from the Island, people of the [[Taíno\|Tiano]] tribe, I believe. They spott'd me first, and might have kill'd me straight away, had my utter surprise not widen'd my Eyes to such a Degree that their unusual qualities were seen by all. At seeing me thus, the Natives stopp'd and and dropp’d to their knees with slow Gesticulations. I understood at once that these men were sworn to protect this place, and in my further Conversations with them since, I have made out that it was a PREVIOUS Sage who had employ'd them so;—or more precisely, I should say employed their Ancestors thus, for nearly 150 years had pass'd since the [[16th century Sage\|last ~~“Sage”~~]] had come this way. I am told his Grave lies nearby, but is unmark'd and inaccessible.<br><br>It has now been over four Decades since my Arrival at this sacred Place, and onlie one Question yett lingers in my Minde;—how many more of my Sort have been here in Total? near eighty Millennia have pass'd since our Inception, and I am apt to believe the Number quite high. But I cannot knowe for certain.<br><br>But let that not trouble you, Reader;—for if you have followed my Storie entire, look you for my final Missive in the Playce where I will soon surely lay. Hidden near the Observatorie, where I have instructed the Guardians of this place to burie me when my Passage across this mortal Coil is at it's End. Therefore, fare thee well, until then.		I remain'd alone at the Observatories Location, plumbing its Secrets, all the while besieged by such an influx of Reveries it would require a Tome twice the size of a Bible to relate them all. Let it suffice to say, that I came to understand the Nature of the two Souls within me, and I am now content.<br><br>After near on a Week there, I was visit'd by a [[Guardians of the Observatory\|Group of Natives]] from the Island, people of the [[Taíno\|Tiano]] tribe, I believe. They spott'd me first, and might have kill'd me straight away, had my utter surprise not widen'd my Eyes to such a Degree that their unusual qualities were seen by all. At seeing me thus, the Natives stopp'd and and dropp’d to their knees with slow Gesticulations. I understood at once that these men were sworn to protect this place, and in my further Conversations with them since, I have made out that it was a PREVIOUS Sage who had employ'd them so;—or more precisely, I should say employed their Ancestors thus, for nearly 150 years had pass'd since the [[16th century Sage\|last "Sage"]] had come this way. I am told his Grave lies nearby, but is unmark'd and inaccessible.<br><br>It has now been over four Decades since my Arrival at this sacred Place, and onlie one Question yett lingers in my Minde;—how many more of my Sort have been here in Total? near eighty Millennia have pass'd since our Inception, and I am apt to believe the Number quite high. But I cannot knowe for certain.<br><br>But let that not trouble you, Reader;—for if you have followed my Storie entire, look you for my final Missive in the Playce where I will soon surely lay. Hidden near the Observatorie, where I have instructed the Guardians of this place to burie me when my Passage across this mortal Coil is at it's End. Therefore, fare thee well, until then.
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	;2. EARLIE OPINIONS OF MY CONDITION		;2. EARLIE OPINIONS OF MY CONDITION
	From Birth I was known to my Parents and Naybours as a Boy of straynge Habits and Impulses. My Eyes, being of {{Wiki\|Heterochromia ~~iridum~~\|inequal Colour and Dymension}}, alwayse invited odd Comment and Querie, being so easy to discern. But my Behayvior was also noticeablie queer;—I was given to Gesticulations of a mysterious Sorte; Sines and Symbols that appear'd to my Parents to portend a Meaning they could not deciffer. It was also said that I never did crie or protest;—strange for a Babe, but likely a Comforte to my dear Mother.<br><br>I gain'd the Gyft of Speache in my twelfth Month, my first Wordes being "My Love" and "[[Juno\|Beloved]]". My Parents seized upon this as a Good sign of robust Intelligence, but could not have been much pleas'd with what such Words Implied;—and ryght they were to be anxious, for at such a Tyme that I should have call'd these kind Shepherds "Mother" and "Father", by the age of two Yeares, I had alreadie taken to reffer to them Elizabeth and [[Thomas Kavanagh, Sr.\|Thomas]];—a queer sort of Quirk for an Infant, it needn't be said. But this was my Impulse, and until I pass'd through Adolescence, was a Practice I stuck to...		From Birth I was known to my Parents and Naybours as a Boy of straynge Habits and Impulses. My Eyes, being of {{Wiki\|Heterochromia\|inequal Colour and Dymension}}, alwayse invited odd Comment and Querie, being so easy to discern. But my Behayvior was also noticeablie queer;—I was given to Gesticulations of a mysterious Sorte; Sines and Symbols that appear'd to my Parents to portend a Meaning they could not deciffer. It was also said that I never did crie or protest;—strange for a Babe, but likely a Comforte to my dear Mother.<br><br>I gain'd the Gyft of Speache in my twelfth Month, my first Wordes being "My Love" and "[[Juno\|Beloved]]". My Parents seized upon this as a Good sign of robust Intelligence, but could not have been much pleas'd with what such Words Implied;—and ryght they were to be anxious, for at such a Tyme that I should have call'd these kind Shepherds "Mother" and "Father", by the age of two Yeares, I had alreadie taken to reffer to them Elizabeth and [[Thomas Kavanagh, Sr.\|Thomas]];—a queer sort of Quirk for an Infant, it needn't be said. But this was my Impulse, and until I pass'd through Adolescence, was a Practice I stuck to...
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	;3. ON THE PLAYCE OF MY BIRTHE		;3. ON THE PLAYCE OF MY BIRTHE

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	;10. FINDING STEADEY WORK		;10. FINDING STEADEY WORK
	Reaching Jamaica I push'd all idle Thoughts and Fantasies from my Minde and set about finding myself Employment. A Letter of Endorsement from my Mentor, Mister Davenport, hasten'd my Success and within a Fortnight I was abel to secure an Interview with an Agent working for the esteemable Mister [[Peter Beckford]], a Man knowne wyde acrosse the West Indies as a One of Honour and good Intelligence;—as, I must say, was his Agent, for the Man hyred me on the Spot, and within a two Days’ time was I set to work upon the Slaves Quarters;—fitting them with sturdier Doors and tighter Rooves. <br><br>For my owne accommodations, I am well pleased to tell they were fine. Three windows had I, two of which look'd upon the [[Sugar ~~plantations~~\|Cane Fields]]. When open'd, a light Breeze fill'd my Room, one scent'd with the raw Perfume of the nearby [[Caribbean Sea\|Sea]], and the distant Sound of a hushing Ocean Surf. Often too the spiritual Songes of the Negros hard at worke enter'd, and gave me a deepe calm. It was pleasant there, only this Comfort could not mask the Dread I felt at the Thought of catching the {{Wiki\|Yellow fever\|Yellow Fever}}, or another of the innumerable Ailments that often struck those newly arrived to these Parts. For my Parte I saw well over seventeen Men and Women perish from the Disease within six Months of my Arrival. <br><br>It seem'd, then, that for every success I hadd, another two or three potential Hazzerds lay in waite. And as tyme would tell, this proved most unfortunately True...		Reaching Jamaica I push'd all idle Thoughts and Fantasies from my Minde and set about finding myself Employment. A Letter of Endorsement from my Mentor, Mister Davenport, hasten'd my Success and within a Fortnight I was abel to secure an Interview with an Agent working for the esteemable Mister [[Peter Beckford]], a Man knowne wyde acrosse the West Indies as a One of Honour and good Intelligence;—as, I must say, was his Agent, for the Man hyred me on the Spot, and within a two Days’ time was I set to work upon the Slaves Quarters;—fitting them with sturdier Doors and tighter Rooves.<br><br>For my owne accommodations, I am well pleased to tell they were fine. Three windows had I, two of which look'd upon the [[Sugar\|Cane]] [[Plantation\|Fields]]. When open'd, a light Breeze fill'd my Room, one scent'd with the raw Perfume of the nearby [[Caribbean Sea\|Sea]], and the distant Sound of a hushing Ocean Surf. Often too the spiritual Songes of the Negros hard at worke enter'd, and gave me a deepe calm. It was pleasant there, only this Comfort could not mask the Dread I felt at the Thought of catching the {{Wiki\|Yellow fever\|Yellow Fever}}, or another of the innumerable Ailments that often struck those newly arrived to these Parts. For my Parte I saw well over seventeen Men and Women perish from the Disease within six Months of my Arrival. <br><br>It seem'd, then, that for every success I hadd, another two or three potential Hazzerds lay in waite. And as tyme would tell, this proved most unfortunately True...
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	;11. PETER BECKFORD THE ELDER		;11. PETER BECKFORD THE ELDER

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			[[File:AC4 Edward bottled letter.png\|thumb\|250px\|Edward Kenway recovering one of the letters]]
	'''Thom Kavanagh's letters''' were a series of twenty hand-written notes authored by the [[Sage]] [[Thomas Kavanagh, Jr.]] that detailed parts of his life. As he wrote them, they were sent to sea in glass bottles. The letters were recovered by the [[Piracy\|pirate]] [[Edward Kenway]] between 1715 and 1722 after they had washed up on shores throughout the [[Caribbean]]. The last of these letters were placed at Kavanagh's grave near the [[Observatory (Isu)\|Observatory]] after his death.<ref>''[[Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag]]''</ref>		'''Thom Kavanagh's letters''' were a series of twenty hand-written notes authored by the [[Sage]] [[Thomas Kavanagh, Jr.]] that detailed parts of his life. As he wrote them, they were sent to sea in glass bottles. The letters were recovered by the [[Piracy\|pirate]] [[Edward Kenway]] between 1715 and 1722 after they had washed up on shores throughout the [[Caribbean]]. The last of these letters were placed at Kavanagh's grave near the [[Observatory (Isu)\|Observatory]] after his death.<ref>''[[Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag]]''</ref>

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	;3. ON THE PLAYCE OF MY BIRTHE		;3. ON THE PLAYCE OF MY BIRTHE
	Of the City I call'd Home for nigh two Decades, I have nothing but fond Memories. Boston was a Place of grate Beautie and Peace. My Father was a Cobbler by trade and my Mother kept a moddest House as she raysed me as best she could;—and together, we lived along the southern Shores near the Wharffs that saw the Tallships in their comings and goings, shuttling all mannor of Goode to and from this young Colonie.<br><br>I remember being alwayes fascinated by those [[Ship]]s and the Promise of Adventure they Presaged;—and it was not for wont of Distraction or Imagination that I spent many a Morning sitting upon the Docks to watch them enter the Harbour from Locations afar, or disappear from it, sinking into the Horyzon as silently as a Dream. I wonder'd then what lay beyond that thin Line of Azure, and in Wondering set the Course of my Desire: I wish'd to travell, to discover.		Of the City I call'd Home for nigh two Decades, I have nothing but fond Memories. Boston was a Place of grate Beautie and Peace. My Father was a Cobbler by trade and my Mother kept a moddest House as she raysed me as best she could;—and together, we lived along the southern Shores near the Wharffs that saw the Tallships in their comings and goings, shuttling all mannor of Goode to and from this young Colonie.<br><br>I remember being alwayes fascinated by those [[Ship]]s and the Promise of Adventure they Presaged;—and it was not for wont of Distraction or Imagination that I spent many a Morning sitting upon the Docks to watch them enter the Harbour from Locations afar, or disappear from it, sinking into the Horyzon as silently as a Dream. I wonder'd then what lay beyond that thin Line of Azure, and in Wondering set the Course of my Desire: I wish'd to travell, to discover.<br><br>So it was that I Knew from those early Days I would not live out my Lyfe in Boston, but would range far and wyde in search of the Source of the strange Secrets within me. Of that, more shall be writt at another Tyme. But lett it be knowne that I was content for a Tyme, and that I loved my Parents very much...
	<br><br>So it was that I Knew from those early Days I would not live out my Lyfe in Boston, but would range far and wyde in search of the Source of the strange Secrets within me. Of that, more shall be writt at another Tyme. But lett it be knowne that I was content for a Tyme, and that I loved my Parents very much...
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	;4. MY FIRSTE REVERIE		;4. MY FIRSTE REVERIE