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	1747<br>Grand Master,<br><br>I thought you might like to know that I found your stray dog. [[Haytham Kenway\|Haytham]] has been asking questions as to what happened to that gormless father of his.<br><br>Do not fret, though, the brat still does not suspect a thing. But I had to kill that [[Tom Smith\|pointy-eared lout]] to mask your involvement.<br><br>I wonder if you even care. You have Edward Kenway's journal and all of his fantastical "secrets" about the people who lived before people. Nonsense.<br><br>When I met you, you were a man of honour, of discipline, of principle. You were the embodiment of everything that made our Order great. And now look at you. A sad old man obsessed with fairy stories. More interested in gobbledygook than peace.<br><br>So if you do not mind, Grand Master, I will leave you to your books, and return to delivering peace to mankind wherever I can. I warn you, if I see an opportunity to deal with Haytham Kenway, then I will take it. If it were up to me, we would have killed him alongside his father.<br><br>May the Father of Understanding guide you.<br>Lieutenant Colonel [[Edward Braddock]]<br>~~{{Wiki\|~~Bergen op Zoom\|Bergen-op-Zoom}}		1747<br>Grand Master,<br><br>I thought you might like to know that I found your stray dog. [[Haytham Kenway\|Haytham]] has been asking questions as to what happened to that gormless father of his.<br><br>Do not fret, though, the brat still does not suspect a thing. But I had to kill that [[Tom Smith\|pointy-eared lout]] to mask your involvement.<br><br>I wonder if you even care. You have Edward Kenway's journal and all of his fantastical "secrets" about the people who lived before people. Nonsense.<br><br>When I met you, you were a man of honour, of discipline, of principle. You were the embodiment of everything that made our Order great. And now look at you. A sad old man obsessed with fairy stories. More interested in gobbledygook than peace.<br><br>So if you do not mind, Grand Master, I will leave you to your books, and return to delivering peace to mankind wherever I can. I warn you, if I see an opportunity to deal with Haytham Kenway, then I will take it. If it were up to me, we would have killed him alongside his father.<br><br>May the Father of Understanding guide you.<br>Lieutenant Colonel [[Edward Braddock]]<br>[[Bergen op Zoom\|Bergen-op-Zoom]]
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	1745,<br>Mentor,<br><br>I am sorry to hear of your failing health. I only hope that this letter reaches you in time.<br><br>We arrived at [[Louisbourg]] in search of a safe house belonging to [[Nicolas Court]], distantly related to {{Wiki\|Antoine Court}}, the religious leader of the {{Wiki\|Huguenots}}. Nicolas is a [[Hermeticists\|Hermeticist]] studying the mythology of the indigenous peoples of the New World. De la Tour believed that he had information leading to Precursor sites.<br><br>Abigail and I travelled with him, posing as slaves. The subterfuge made my blood boil, but it made de la Tour appear phenomenally wealthy, which opened up many doors that would otherwise have needed to be forced open by more violent means. Abigail soothed my temper and we spoke often about the strange journeys our lives had taken up until that point.<br><br>We were running out of time. [[War of the Austrian Succession\|The wars]] in [[Europe]] have spilled over into the New World, and English troops [[Siege of Louisbourg (1745)\|descended on Louisbourg]]. John and I attempted to reach out to the French government, but they chose not to augment Louisbourg's defences, as they realized they could reclaim their losses in treaty negotiations. Efficiency measured in human lives. John and I did what we could to prepare, while Abigail searched the city for the safe house.<br><br>Finally, time ran out. John presented me with his Assassin robes. He said that the Templars would surely be on their way, if they were not already in the New World, and the time to establish a Brotherhood was now. He shook my hand, called me "Mentor" and then left the fortress to attack the invading British troops alone to buy me time to complete our mission.<br><br>Abigail found the safe house. It was empty, as though Nicolas Court knew we were coming.<br><br>The only thing left was a note saying "SEEK OUT THE [[Sky Woman\|SKY WOMAN]]".<br><br>I must leave Acadia. The Sky Woman is a myth of the Iroquois, and Abigail and I will flee to New York, and I will, at last, begin to build my Brotherhood.<br><br>I hope your remaining days are comfortable and free of pain, Ah Tabai. Thank you for everything you have given me. I will never forget you.<br><br>Your disciple,<br>Achilles<br>Louisbourg		1745,<br>Mentor,<br><br>I am sorry to hear of your failing health. I only hope that this letter reaches you in time.<br><br>We arrived at [[Louisbourg]] in search of a safe house belonging to [[Nicolas Court]], distantly related to {{Wiki\|Antoine Court}}, the religious leader of the {{Wiki\|Huguenots}}. Nicolas is a [[Hermeticists\|Hermeticist]] studying the mythology of the indigenous peoples of the New World. De la Tour believed that he had information leading to Precursor sites.<br><br>Abigail and I travelled with him, posing as slaves. The subterfuge made my blood boil, but it made de la Tour appear phenomenally wealthy, which opened up many doors that would otherwise have needed to be forced open by more violent means. Abigail soothed my temper and we spoke often about the strange journeys our lives had taken up until that point.<br><br>We were running out of time. [[War of the Austrian Succession\|The wars]] in [[Europe]] have spilled over into the New World, and English troops [[Siege of Louisbourg (1745)\|descended on Louisbourg]]. John and I attempted to reach out to the French government, but they chose not to augment Louisbourg's defences, as they realized they could reclaim their losses in treaty negotiations. Efficiency measured in human lives. John and I did what we could to prepare, while Abigail searched the city for the safe house.<br><br>Finally, time ran out. John presented me with his Assassin robes. He said that the Templars would surely be on their way, if they were not already in the New World, and the time to establish a Brotherhood was now. He shook my hand, called me "Mentor" and then left the fortress to attack the invading British troops alone to buy me time to complete our mission.<br><br>Abigail found the safe house. It was empty, as though Nicolas Court knew we were coming.<br><br>The only thing left was a note saying "SEEK OUT THE [[Sky Woman\|SKY WOMAN]]".<br><br>I must leave Acadia. The Sky Woman is a myth of the Iroquois, and Abigail and I will flee to New York, and I will, at last, begin to build my Brotherhood.<br><br>I hope your remaining days are comfortable and free of pain, Ah Tabai. Thank you for everything you have given me. I will never forget you.<br><br>Your disciple,<br>Achilles<br>Louisbourg

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	1750<br>Dear Father,<br><br>I have arrived in [[Cuba]]. Since the loss of Grand Master [[Laureano de Torres y Ayala\|Torres]], the underworld of Havana has been in the grip of the mad Scot Assassin Rhona Dinsmore.<br><br>Dinsmore is old, but well protected. I fear there may be no Rite established here until her [[West Indies Brotherhood of Assassins\|Brotherhood]] is eradicated. I fear the West Indies may be lost to us.<br><br>I will stay in Havana for a time. I will search for this Precursor box to the best of my abilities. I trust my work here will erase any debt our family owes to that wretched Birch.<br><br>Your loyal son,<br>Rafael Joaquin de Ferrer<br>Havana		1750<br>Dear Father,<br><br>I have arrived in [[Cuba]]. Since the loss of Grand Master [[Laureano de Torres y Ayala\|Torres]], the underworld of Havana has been in the grip of the mad Scot Assassin Rhona Dinsmore.<br><br>Dinsmore is old, but well protected. I fear there may be no Rite established here until her [[West Indies Brotherhood of Assassins\|Brotherhood]] is eradicated. I fear the West Indies may be lost to us.<br><br>I will stay in Havana for a time. I will search for this Precursor box to the best of my abilities. I trust my work here will erase any debt our family owes to that wretched Birch.<br><br>Your loyal son,<br>Rafael Joaquin de Ferrer<br>Havana
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	1746<br>Master Harrison,<br><br>I do not know what your sources are, but after conducting a thorough search of [[Lisbon]] and the surrounding area, I have found no trace of [[Lisbon Temple\|a Precursor site]]. I believe that your intelligence has failed you.<br><br>If there is nothing else, I must return to my duties. As the nations around us continue to bicker, trade has increased. There are other more pressing matters to attend to.<br><br>I am sorry I could not serve you in this matter.<br>[[Duarte Jorge Correia Pinto]]<br>{{Wiki\|Belém (Lisbon)\|Santa Maria de Belem}}		1746<br>Master Harrison,<br><br>I do not know what your sources are, but after conducting a thorough search of [[Lisbon]] and the surrounding area, I have found no trace of [[Lisbon Temple\|a Precursor site]]. I believe that your intelligence has failed you.<br><br>If there is nothing else, I must return to my duties. As the nations around us continue to bicker, trade has increased. There are other more pressing matters to attend to.<br><br>I am sorry I could not serve you in this matter.<br>[[Duarte Jorge Correia Pinto]]<br>{{Wiki\|Belém, Lisbon\|Santa Maria de Belem}}
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	1744<br>[[Mentor]],<br><br>I have followed [[John de la Tour]] to his homeland in the North. The weather does not agree with me, as I am too used to the climate of the West Indies. But I will not let this arrogant bastard know how much I suffer.<br><br>We arrived in [[Quebec]] to find [[Mathieu Léveillé]], a slave from [[Martinique]] who was purchased by the French government to serve as executioner. He was said to possess certain knowledge of the First Civilization. But we were too late. The cold weather took its toll on the poor man and he died from an illness last September.<br><br>But all was not lost. To cure Léveillé's depression, the government procured him a wife from the West Indies. As the marriage could no longer take place, she was put up for sale. John de la Tour, acting on instinct, bought her. And he was right. Though she was scarcely allowed to be in her intended's presence due to the fear of infection, the executioner gave her his most trusted secrets and she promised to keep them safe.<br><br>I asked for her name. She told me that she had just been baptized Angélique-Denise, and before that, she had another name given to her by another master. I told her that, as she no longer had a master, her freedom would begin by choosing a name for herself. She laughed—she has the most delightful laugh!—then she told me that her name was [[Abigail Davenport\|Abigail]].<br><br>I have changed my mind about John de la Tour.<br><br>Your disciple,<br>Achilles<br>Quebec		1744<br>[[Mentor]],<br><br>I have followed [[John de la Tour]] to his homeland in the North. The weather does not agree with me, as I am too used to the climate of the West Indies. But I will not let this arrogant bastard know how much I suffer.<br><br>We arrived in [[Quebec]] to find [[Mathieu Léveillé]], a slave from [[Martinique]] who was purchased by the French government to serve as executioner. He was said to possess certain knowledge of the First Civilization. But we were too late. The cold weather took its toll on the poor man and he died from an illness last September.<br><br>But all was not lost. To cure Léveillé's depression, the government procured him a wife from the West Indies. As the marriage could no longer take place, she was put up for sale. John de la Tour, acting on instinct, bought her. And he was right. Though she was scarcely allowed to be in her intended's presence due to the fear of infection, the executioner gave her his most trusted secrets and she promised to keep them safe.<br><br>I asked for her name. She told me that she had just been baptized Angélique-Denise, and before that, she had another name given to her by another master. I told her that, as she no longer had a master, her freedom would begin by choosing a name for herself. She laughed—she has the most delightful laugh!—then she told me that her name was [[Abigail Davenport\|Abigail]].<br><br>I have changed my mind about John de la Tour.<br><br>Your disciple,<br>Achilles<br>Quebec

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	1747<br>Grand Master,<br><br>I thought you might like to know that I found your stray dog. [[Haytham Kenway\|Haytham]] has been asking questions as to what happened to that gormless father of his.<br><br>Do not fret, though, the brat still does not suspect a thing. But I had to kill that [[Tom Smith\|pointy-eared lout]] to mask your involvement.<br><br>I wonder if you even care. You have Edward Kenway's journal and all of his fantastical "secrets" about the people who lived before people. Nonsense.<br><br>When I met you, you were a man of honour, of discipline, of principle. You were the embodiment of everything that made our Order great. And now look at you. A sad old man obsessed with fairy stories. More interested in gobbledygook than peace.<br><br>So if you do not mind, Grand Master, I will leave you to your books, and return to delivering peace to mankind wherever I can. I warn you, if I see an opportunity to deal with Haytham Kenway, then I will take it. If it were up to me, we would have killed him alongside his father.<br><br>May the Father of Understanding guide you.<br>Lieutenant Colonel [[Edward Braddock]]<br>{{Wiki\|Bergen op Zoom\|Bergen-op-Zoom}}		1747<br>Grand Master,<br><br>I thought you might like to know that I found your stray dog. [[Haytham Kenway\|Haytham]] has been asking questions as to what happened to that gormless father of his.<br><br>Do not fret, though, the brat still does not suspect a thing. But I had to kill that [[Tom Smith\|pointy-eared lout]] to mask your involvement.<br><br>I wonder if you even care. You have Edward Kenway's journal and all of his fantastical "secrets" about the people who lived before people. Nonsense.<br><br>When I met you, you were a man of honour, of discipline, of principle. You were the embodiment of everything that made our Order great. And now look at you. A sad old man obsessed with fairy stories. More interested in gobbledygook than peace.<br><br>So if you do not mind, Grand Master, I will leave you to your books, and return to delivering peace to mankind wherever I can. I warn you, if I see an opportunity to deal with Haytham Kenway, then I will take it. If it were up to me, we would have killed him alongside his father.<br><br>May the Father of Understanding guide you.<br>Lieutenant Colonel [[Edward Braddock]]<br>{{Wiki\|Bergen op Zoom\|Bergen-op-Zoom}}
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	1745,<br>Mentor,<br><br>I am sorry to hear of your failing health. I only hope that this letter reaches you in time.<br><br>We arrived at [[Louisbourg]] in search of a safe house belonging to [[Nicolas Court]], distantly related to {{Wiki\|Antoine Court}}, the religious leader of the {{Wiki\|Huguenots}}. Nicolas is a [[Hermeticists\|Hermeticist]] studying the mythology of the indigenous peoples of the New World. De la Tour believed that he had information leading to Precursor sites.<br><br>Abigail and I travelled with him, posing as slaves. The subterfuge made my blood boil, but it made de la Tour appear phenomenally wealthy, which opened up many doors that would otherwise have needed to be forced open by more violent means. Abigail soothed my temper and we spoke often about the strange journeys our lives had taken up until that point.<br><br>We were running out of time. ~~{{Wiki\|~~War of the Austrian Succession\|The wars}} in [[Europe]] have spilled over into the New World, and English troops [[Siege of Louisbourg (1745)\|descended on Louisbourg]]. John and I attempted to reach out to the French government, but they chose not to augment Louisbourg's defences, as they realized they could reclaim their losses in treaty negotiations. Efficiency measured in human lives. John and I did what we could to prepare, while Abigail searched the city for the safe house.<br><br>Finally, time ran out. John presented me with his Assassin robes. He said that the Templars would surely be on their way, if they were not already in the New World, and the time to establish a Brotherhood was now. He shook my hand, called me "Mentor" and then left the fortress to attack the invading British troops alone to buy me time to complete our mission.<br><br>Abigail found the safe house. It was empty, as though Nicolas Court knew we were coming.<br><br>The only thing left was a note saying "SEEK OUT THE [[Sky Woman\|SKY WOMAN]]".<br><br>I must leave Acadia. The Sky Woman is a myth of the Iroquois, and Abigail and I will flee to New York, and I will, at last, begin to build my Brotherhood.<br><br>I hope your remaining days are comfortable and free of pain, Ah Tabai. Thank you for everything you have given me. I will never forget you.<br><br>Your disciple,<br>Achilles<br>Louisbourg		1745,<br>Mentor,<br><br>I am sorry to hear of your failing health. I only hope that this letter reaches you in time.<br><br>We arrived at [[Louisbourg]] in search of a safe house belonging to [[Nicolas Court]], distantly related to {{Wiki\|Antoine Court}}, the religious leader of the {{Wiki\|Huguenots}}. Nicolas is a [[Hermeticists\|Hermeticist]] studying the mythology of the indigenous peoples of the New World. De la Tour believed that he had information leading to Precursor sites.<br><br>Abigail and I travelled with him, posing as slaves. The subterfuge made my blood boil, but it made de la Tour appear phenomenally wealthy, which opened up many doors that would otherwise have needed to be forced open by more violent means. Abigail soothed my temper and we spoke often about the strange journeys our lives had taken up until that point.<br><br>We were running out of time. [[War of the Austrian Succession\|The wars]] in [[Europe]] have spilled over into the New World, and English troops [[Siege of Louisbourg (1745)\|descended on Louisbourg]]. John and I attempted to reach out to the French government, but they chose not to augment Louisbourg's defences, as they realized they could reclaim their losses in treaty negotiations. Efficiency measured in human lives. John and I did what we could to prepare, while Abigail searched the city for the safe house.<br><br>Finally, time ran out. John presented me with his Assassin robes. He said that the Templars would surely be on their way, if they were not already in the New World, and the time to establish a Brotherhood was now. He shook my hand, called me "Mentor" and then left the fortress to attack the invading British troops alone to buy me time to complete our mission.<br><br>Abigail found the safe house. It was empty, as though Nicolas Court knew we were coming.<br><br>The only thing left was a note saying "SEEK OUT THE [[Sky Woman\|SKY WOMAN]]".<br><br>I must leave Acadia. The Sky Woman is a myth of the Iroquois, and Abigail and I will flee to New York, and I will, at last, begin to build my Brotherhood.<br><br>I hope your remaining days are comfortable and free of pain, Ah Tabai. Thank you for everything you have given me. I will never forget you.<br><br>Your disciple,<br>Achilles<br>Louisbourg
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	1750<br>Master Achilles,<br><br>Your Aquila might be the most beautiful ship I have ever seen. Such a nimble thing, darting back and forth like a needle. It made my ''Stalwart'' look like a three-legged [[Cattle\|cow]], but she is a three-legged cow that still floats thanks to your timely intervention.<br><br>You saved my salty skin, but what's more, you saved my most excellent crew. Should I make ten fortunes I could never repay you for that.<br><br>And so I will be very honoured indeed to help prepare a shipping route between the colonies and your people in Europe. I will even make the trips myself, should the opportunity present itself. Have your man [[Louis-Joseph Gaultier, Chevalier de la Vérendrye\|Chevalier de la Vérendrye]] contact me when is ready, and we will get to work straight away.<br><br>One question remains. Are you always so serious? You are like an old man, you are.<br><br>Kind regards,<br>Robert Faulkner<br>[[Halifax]]		1750<br>Master Achilles,<br><br>Your Aquila might be the most beautiful ship I have ever seen. Such a nimble thing, darting back and forth like a needle. It made my ''Stalwart'' look like a three-legged [[Cattle\|cow]], but she is a three-legged cow that still floats thanks to your timely intervention.<br><br>You saved my salty skin, but what's more, you saved my most excellent crew. Should I make ten fortunes I could never repay you for that.<br><br>And so I will be very honoured indeed to help prepare a shipping route between the colonies and your people in Europe. I will even make the trips myself, should the opportunity present itself. Have your man [[Louis-Joseph Gaultier, Chevalier de la Vérendrye\|Chevalier de la Vérendrye]] contact me when is ready, and we will get to work straight away.<br><br>One question remains. Are you always so serious? You are like an old man, you are.<br><br>Kind regards,<br>Robert Faulkner<br>[[Halifax]]

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	Three years ago I obtained a [[Edward Kenway's journal\|journal]] from [[Edward Kenway]]. Inspired by his discovery of the [[Observatory]], he dedicated many years of his life to seeking out other First Civilization sites.		Three years ago I obtained a [[Edward Kenway's journal\|journal]] from [[Edward Kenway]]. Inspired by his discovery of the [[Observatory (Isu)\|Observatory]], he dedicated many years of his life to seeking out other First Civilization sites.
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	He found several vaults in [[Italy]], of which we are already aware. There was a [[Alamut Temple\|hollowed-out temple]] in [[Alamut]]. But the most interesting parts of the journal were his suspicions that something was hidden in the New World, a [[Grand Temple\|location]] so grand that it would make the Observatory seem like a latrine.		He found several vaults in [[Italy]], of which we are already aware. There was a [[Alamut Temple\|hollowed-out temple]] in [[Alamut]]. But the most interesting parts of the journal were his suspicions that something was hidden in the New World, a [[Grand Temple\|location]] so grand that it would make the Observatory seem like a latrine.

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	Florida under [[Alonso Fernández de Heredia]] looks to be running smoothly. Already he has established a naval stores industry, and the Spanish government is poised to populate the area. I would expect no less from the first Templar governor the area has seen since Laureano Torres, God rest his soul.		Florida under [[Alonso Fernández de Heredia]] looks to be running smoothly. Already he has established a naval stores industry, and the Spanish government is poised to populate the area. I would expect no less from the first Templar governor the area has seen since Laureano Torres, God rest his soul.
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	1747<br>Grand Master,<br><br>I thought you might like to know that I found your stray dog. [[Haytham Kenway\|Haytham]] has been asking questions as to what happened to that gormless father of his.<br><br>Do not fret, though, the brat still does not suspect a thing. But I had to kill that [[Tom Smith\|pointy-eared lout]] to mask your involvement.<br><br>I wonder if you even care. You have Edward Kenway's journal and all of his fantastical "secrets" about the people who lived before people. Nonsense.<br><br>When I met you, you were a man of honour, of discipline, of principle. You were the embodiment of everything that made our Order great. And now look at you. A sad old man obsessed with fairy stories. More interested in gobbledygook than peace.<br><br>So if you do not mind, Grand Master, I will leave you to your books, and return to delivering peace to mankind wherever I can. I warn you, if I see an opportunity to deal with Haytham Kenway, then I will take it. If it were up to me, we would have killed him alongside his father.<br><br>May the Father of Understanding guide you.<br>Lieutenant Colonel [[Edward Braddock]]<br>~~{{Wiki\|~~Bergen op Zoom\|Bergen-op-Zoom}}		1747<br>Grand Master,<br><br>I thought you might like to know that I found your stray dog. [[Haytham Kenway\|Haytham]] has been asking questions as to what happened to that gormless father of his.<br><br>Do not fret, though, the brat still does not suspect a thing. But I had to kill that [[Tom Smith\|pointy-eared lout]] to mask your involvement.<br><br>I wonder if you even care. You have Edward Kenway's journal and all of his fantastical "secrets" about the people who lived before people. Nonsense.<br><br>When I met you, you were a man of honour, of discipline, of principle. You were the embodiment of everything that made our Order great. And now look at you. A sad old man obsessed with fairy stories. More interested in gobbledygook than peace.<br><br>So if you do not mind, Grand Master, I will leave you to your books, and return to delivering peace to mankind wherever I can. I warn you, if I see an opportunity to deal with Haytham Kenway, then I will take it. If it were up to me, we would have killed him alongside his father.<br><br>May the Father of Understanding guide you.<br>Lieutenant Colonel [[Edward Braddock]]<br>[[Bergen op Zoom\|Bergen-op-Zoom]]
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	1745,<br>Mentor,<br><br>I am sorry to hear of your failing health. I only hope that this letter reaches you in time.<br><br>We arrived at [[Louisbourg]] in search of a safe house belonging to [[Nicolas Court]], distantly related to {{Wiki\|Antoine Court}}, the religious leader of the {{Wiki\|Huguenots}}. Nicolas is a [[Hermeticists\|Hermeticist]] studying the mythology of the indigenous peoples of the New World. De la Tour believed that he had information leading to Precursor sites.<br><br>Abigail and I travelled with him, posing as slaves. The subterfuge made my blood boil, but it made de la Tour appear phenomenally wealthy, which opened up many doors that would otherwise have needed to be forced open by more violent means. Abigail soothed my temper and we spoke often about the strange journeys our lives had taken up until that point.<br><br>We were running out of time. [[War of the Austrian Succession\|The wars]] in [[Europe]] have spilled over into the New World, and English troops [[Siege of Louisbourg (1745)\|descended on Louisbourg]]. John and I attempted to reach out to the French government, but they chose not to augment Louisbourg's defences, as they realized they could reclaim their losses in treaty negotiations. Efficiency measured in human lives. John and I did what we could to prepare, while Abigail searched the city for the safe house.<br><br>Finally, time ran out. John presented me with his Assassin robes. He said that the Templars would surely be on their way, if they were not already in the New World, and the time to establish a Brotherhood was now. He shook my hand, called me "Mentor" and then left the fortress to attack the invading British troops alone to buy me time to complete our mission.<br><br>Abigail found the safe house. It was empty, as though Nicolas Court knew we were coming.<br><br>The only thing left was a note saying "SEEK OUT THE [[Sky Woman\|SKY WOMAN]]".<br><br>I must leave Acadia. The Sky Woman is a myth of the Iroquois, and Abigail and I will flee to New York, and I will, at last, begin to build my Brotherhood.<br><br>I hope your remaining days are comfortable and free of pain, Ah Tabai. Thank you for everything you have given me. I will never forget you.<br><br>Your disciple,<br>Achilles<br>Louisbourg		1745,<br>Mentor,<br><br>I am sorry to hear of your failing health. I only hope that this letter reaches you in time.<br><br>We arrived at [[Louisbourg]] in search of a safe house belonging to [[Nicolas Court]], distantly related to {{Wiki\|Antoine Court}}, the religious leader of the {{Wiki\|Huguenots}}. Nicolas is a [[Hermeticists\|Hermeticist]] studying the mythology of the indigenous peoples of the New World. De la Tour believed that he had information leading to Precursor sites.<br><br>Abigail and I travelled with him, posing as slaves. The subterfuge made my blood boil, but it made de la Tour appear phenomenally wealthy, which opened up many doors that would otherwise have needed to be forced open by more violent means. Abigail soothed my temper and we spoke often about the strange journeys our lives had taken up until that point.<br><br>We were running out of time. [[War of the Austrian Succession\|The wars]] in [[Europe]] have spilled over into the New World, and English troops [[Siege of Louisbourg (1745)\|descended on Louisbourg]]. John and I attempted to reach out to the French government, but they chose not to augment Louisbourg's defences, as they realized they could reclaim their losses in treaty negotiations. Efficiency measured in human lives. John and I did what we could to prepare, while Abigail searched the city for the safe house.<br><br>Finally, time ran out. John presented me with his Assassin robes. He said that the Templars would surely be on their way, if they were not already in the New World, and the time to establish a Brotherhood was now. He shook my hand, called me "Mentor" and then left the fortress to attack the invading British troops alone to buy me time to complete our mission.<br><br>Abigail found the safe house. It was empty, as though Nicolas Court knew we were coming.<br><br>The only thing left was a note saying "SEEK OUT THE [[Sky Woman\|SKY WOMAN]]".<br><br>I must leave Acadia. The Sky Woman is a myth of the Iroquois, and Abigail and I will flee to New York, and I will, at last, begin to build my Brotherhood.<br><br>I hope your remaining days are comfortable and free of pain, Ah Tabai. Thank you for everything you have given me. I will never forget you.<br><br>Your disciple,<br>Achilles<br>Louisbourg

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	1750<br>Dear Father,<br><br>I have arrived in [[Cuba]]. Since the loss of Grand Master [[Laureano de Torres y Ayala\|Torres]], the underworld of Havana has been in the grip of the mad Scot Assassin Rhona Dinsmore.<br><br>Dinsmore is old, but well protected. I fear there may be no Rite established here until her [[West Indies Brotherhood of Assassins\|Brotherhood]] is eradicated. I fear the West Indies may be lost to us.<br><br>I will stay in Havana for a time. I will search for this Precursor box to the best of my abilities. I trust my work here will erase any debt our family owes to that wretched Birch.<br><br>Your loyal son,<br>Rafael Joaquin de Ferrer<br>Havana		1750<br>Dear Father,<br><br>I have arrived in [[Cuba]]. Since the loss of Grand Master [[Laureano de Torres y Ayala\|Torres]], the underworld of Havana has been in the grip of the mad Scot Assassin Rhona Dinsmore.<br><br>Dinsmore is old, but well protected. I fear there may be no Rite established here until her [[West Indies Brotherhood of Assassins\|Brotherhood]] is eradicated. I fear the West Indies may be lost to us.<br><br>I will stay in Havana for a time. I will search for this Precursor box to the best of my abilities. I trust my work here will erase any debt our family owes to that wretched Birch.<br><br>Your loyal son,<br>Rafael Joaquin de Ferrer<br>Havana
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	1746<br>Master Harrison,<br><br>I do not know what your sources are, but after conducting a thorough search of [[Lisbon]] and the surrounding area, I have found no trace of [[Lisbon Temple\|a Precursor site]]. I believe that your intelligence has failed you.<br><br>If there is nothing else, I must return to my duties. As the nations around us continue to bicker, trade has increased. There are other more pressing matters to attend to.<br><br>I am sorry I could not serve you in this matter.<br>[[Duarte Jorge Correia Pinto]]<br>{{Wiki\|Belém (Lisbon)\|Santa Maria de Belem}}		1746<br>Master Harrison,<br><br>I do not know what your sources are, but after conducting a thorough search of [[Lisbon]] and the surrounding area, I have found no trace of [[Lisbon Temple\|a Precursor site]]. I believe that your intelligence has failed you.<br><br>If there is nothing else, I must return to my duties. As the nations around us continue to bicker, trade has increased. There are other more pressing matters to attend to.<br><br>I am sorry I could not serve you in this matter.<br>[[Duarte Jorge Correia Pinto]]<br>{{Wiki\|Belém, Lisbon\|Santa Maria de Belem}}
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	1744<br>[[Mentor]],<br><br>I have followed [[John de la Tour]] to his homeland in the North. The weather does not agree with me, as I am too used to the climate of the West Indies. But I will not let this arrogant bastard know how much I suffer.<br><br>We arrived in [[Quebec]] to find [[Mathieu Léveillé]], a slave from [[Martinique]] who was purchased by the French government to serve as executioner. He was said to possess certain knowledge of the First Civilization. But we were too late. The cold weather took its toll on the poor man and he died from an illness last September.<br><br>But all was not lost. To cure Léveillé's depression, the government procured him a wife from the West Indies. As the marriage could no longer take place, she was put up for sale. John de la Tour, acting on instinct, bought her. And he was right. Though she was scarcely allowed to be in her intended's presence due to the fear of infection, the executioner gave her his most trusted secrets and she promised to keep them safe.<br><br>I asked for her name. She told me that she had just been baptized Angélique-Denise, and before that, she had another name given to her by another master. I told her that, as she no longer had a master, her freedom would begin by choosing a name for herself. She laughed—she has the most delightful laugh!—then she told me that her name was [[Abigail Davenport\|Abigail]].<br><br>I have changed my mind about John de la Tour.<br><br>Your disciple,<br>Achilles<br>Quebec		1744<br>[[Mentor]],<br><br>I have followed [[John de la Tour]] to his homeland in the North. The weather does not agree with me, as I am too used to the climate of the West Indies. But I will not let this arrogant bastard know how much I suffer.<br><br>We arrived in [[Quebec]] to find [[Mathieu Léveillé]], a slave from [[Martinique]] who was purchased by the French government to serve as executioner. He was said to possess certain knowledge of the First Civilization. But we were too late. The cold weather took its toll on the poor man and he died from an illness last September.<br><br>But all was not lost. To cure Léveillé's depression, the government procured him a wife from the West Indies. As the marriage could no longer take place, she was put up for sale. John de la Tour, acting on instinct, bought her. And he was right. Though she was scarcely allowed to be in her intended's presence due to the fear of infection, the executioner gave her his most trusted secrets and she promised to keep them safe.<br><br>I asked for her name. She told me that she had just been baptized Angélique-Denise, and before that, she had another name given to her by another master. I told her that, as she no longer had a master, her freedom would begin by choosing a name for herself. She laughed—she has the most delightful laugh!—then she told me that her name was [[Abigail Davenport\|Abigail]].<br><br>I have changed my mind about John de la Tour.<br><br>Your disciple,<br>Achilles<br>Quebec

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	1747<br>Grand Master,<br><br>I thought you might like to know that I found your stray dog. [[Haytham Kenway\|Haytham]] has been asking questions as to what happened to that gormless father of his.<br><br>Do not fret, though, the brat still does not suspect a thing. But I had to kill that [[Tom Smith\|pointy-eared lout]] to mask your involvement.<br><br>I wonder if you even care. You have Edward Kenway's journal and all of his fantastical "secrets" about the people who lived before people. Nonsense.<br><br>When I met you, you were a man of honour, of discipline, of principle. You were the embodiment of everything that made our Order great. And now look at you. A sad old man obsessed with fairy stories. More interested in gobbledygook than peace.<br><br>So if you do not mind, Grand Master, I will leave you to your books, and return to delivering peace to mankind wherever I can. I warn you, if I see an opportunity to deal with Haytham Kenway, then I will take it. If it were up to me, we would have killed him alongside his father.<br><br>May the Father of Understanding guide you.<br>Lieutenant Colonel [[Edward Braddock]]<br>{{Wiki\|Bergen op Zoom\|Bergen-op-Zoom}}		1747<br>Grand Master,<br><br>I thought you might like to know that I found your stray dog. [[Haytham Kenway\|Haytham]] has been asking questions as to what happened to that gormless father of his.<br><br>Do not fret, though, the brat still does not suspect a thing. But I had to kill that [[Tom Smith\|pointy-eared lout]] to mask your involvement.<br><br>I wonder if you even care. You have Edward Kenway's journal and all of his fantastical "secrets" about the people who lived before people. Nonsense.<br><br>When I met you, you were a man of honour, of discipline, of principle. You were the embodiment of everything that made our Order great. And now look at you. A sad old man obsessed with fairy stories. More interested in gobbledygook than peace.<br><br>So if you do not mind, Grand Master, I will leave you to your books, and return to delivering peace to mankind wherever I can. I warn you, if I see an opportunity to deal with Haytham Kenway, then I will take it. If it were up to me, we would have killed him alongside his father.<br><br>May the Father of Understanding guide you.<br>Lieutenant Colonel [[Edward Braddock]]<br>{{Wiki\|Bergen op Zoom\|Bergen-op-Zoom}}
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	1745,<br>Mentor,<br><br>I am sorry to hear of your failing health. I only hope that this letter reaches you in time.<br><br>We arrived at [[Louisbourg]] in search of a safe house belonging to [[Nicolas Court]], distantly related to {{Wiki\|Antoine Court}}, the religious leader of the {{Wiki\|Huguenots}}. Nicolas is a [[Hermeticists\|Hermeticist]] studying the mythology of the indigenous peoples of the New World. De la Tour believed that he had information leading to Precursor sites.<br><br>Abigail and I travelled with him, posing as slaves. The subterfuge made my blood boil, but it made de la Tour appear phenomenally wealthy, which opened up many doors that would otherwise have needed to be forced open by more violent means. Abigail soothed my temper and we spoke often about the strange journeys our lives had taken up until that point.<br><br>We were running out of time. ~~{{Wiki\|~~War of the Austrian Succession\|The wars}} in [[Europe]] have spilled over into the New World, and English troops [[Siege of Louisbourg (1745)\|descended on Louisbourg]]. John and I attempted to reach out to the French government, but they chose not to augment Louisbourg's defences, as they realized they could reclaim their losses in treaty negotiations. Efficiency measured in human lives. John and I did what we could to prepare, while Abigail searched the city for the safe house.<br><br>Finally, time ran out. John presented me with his Assassin robes. He said that the Templars would surely be on their way, if they were not already in the New World, and the time to establish a Brotherhood was now. He shook my hand, called me "Mentor" and then left the fortress to attack the invading British troops alone to buy me time to complete our mission.<br><br>Abigail found the safe house. It was empty, as though Nicolas Court knew we were coming.<br><br>The only thing left was a note saying "SEEK OUT THE [[Sky Woman\|SKY WOMAN]]".<br><br>I must leave Acadia. The Sky Woman is a myth of the Iroquois, and Abigail and I will flee to New York, and I will, at last, begin to build my Brotherhood.<br><br>I hope your remaining days are comfortable and free of pain, Ah Tabai. Thank you for everything you have given me. I will never forget you.<br><br>Your disciple,<br>Achilles<br>Louisbourg		1745,<br>Mentor,<br><br>I am sorry to hear of your failing health. I only hope that this letter reaches you in time.<br><br>We arrived at [[Louisbourg]] in search of a safe house belonging to [[Nicolas Court]], distantly related to {{Wiki\|Antoine Court}}, the religious leader of the {{Wiki\|Huguenots}}. Nicolas is a [[Hermeticists\|Hermeticist]] studying the mythology of the indigenous peoples of the New World. De la Tour believed that he had information leading to Precursor sites.<br><br>Abigail and I travelled with him, posing as slaves. The subterfuge made my blood boil, but it made de la Tour appear phenomenally wealthy, which opened up many doors that would otherwise have needed to be forced open by more violent means. Abigail soothed my temper and we spoke often about the strange journeys our lives had taken up until that point.<br><br>We were running out of time. [[War of the Austrian Succession\|The wars]] in [[Europe]] have spilled over into the New World, and English troops [[Siege of Louisbourg (1745)\|descended on Louisbourg]]. John and I attempted to reach out to the French government, but they chose not to augment Louisbourg's defences, as they realized they could reclaim their losses in treaty negotiations. Efficiency measured in human lives. John and I did what we could to prepare, while Abigail searched the city for the safe house.<br><br>Finally, time ran out. John presented me with his Assassin robes. He said that the Templars would surely be on their way, if they were not already in the New World, and the time to establish a Brotherhood was now. He shook my hand, called me "Mentor" and then left the fortress to attack the invading British troops alone to buy me time to complete our mission.<br><br>Abigail found the safe house. It was empty, as though Nicolas Court knew we were coming.<br><br>The only thing left was a note saying "SEEK OUT THE [[Sky Woman\|SKY WOMAN]]".<br><br>I must leave Acadia. The Sky Woman is a myth of the Iroquois, and Abigail and I will flee to New York, and I will, at last, begin to build my Brotherhood.<br><br>I hope your remaining days are comfortable and free of pain, Ah Tabai. Thank you for everything you have given me. I will never forget you.<br><br>Your disciple,<br>Achilles<br>Louisbourg
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	1750<br>Master Achilles,<br><br>Your Aquila might be the most beautiful ship I have ever seen. Such a nimble thing, darting back and forth like a needle. It made my ''Stalwart'' look like a three-legged [[Cattle\|cow]], but she is a three-legged cow that still floats thanks to your timely intervention.<br><br>You saved my salty skin, but what's more, you saved my most excellent crew. Should I make ten fortunes I could never repay you for that.<br><br>And so I will be very honoured indeed to help prepare a shipping route between the colonies and your people in Europe. I will even make the trips myself, should the opportunity present itself. Have your man [[Louis-Joseph Gaultier, Chevalier de la Vérendrye\|Chevalier de la Vérendrye]] contact me when is ready, and we will get to work straight away.<br><br>One question remains. Are you always so serious? You are like an old man, you are.<br><br>Kind regards,<br>Robert Faulkner<br>[[Halifax]]		1750<br>Master Achilles,<br><br>Your Aquila might be the most beautiful ship I have ever seen. Such a nimble thing, darting back and forth like a needle. It made my ''Stalwart'' look like a three-legged [[Cattle\|cow]], but she is a three-legged cow that still floats thanks to your timely intervention.<br><br>You saved my salty skin, but what's more, you saved my most excellent crew. Should I make ten fortunes I could never repay you for that.<br><br>And so I will be very honoured indeed to help prepare a shipping route between the colonies and your people in Europe. I will even make the trips myself, should the opportunity present itself. Have your man [[Louis-Joseph Gaultier, Chevalier de la Vérendrye\|Chevalier de la Vérendrye]] contact me when is ready, and we will get to work straight away.<br><br>One question remains. Are you always so serious? You are like an old man, you are.<br><br>Kind regards,<br>Robert Faulkner<br>[[Halifax]]