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During the Peloponnesian War, the misthios Kassandra collected numerous notes regarding the Cult of Kosmos as well as correspondence exchanged between the Cultists. In this capacity, she also recovered clues to the identities of various members killing the cultists.

Notes

Delian League

BrisonPodarkesRhexenorIobatesKodrosKleon

Scroll from Phidias's informer

Mother,
Please, as soon as you read this, leave Athens. Dark forces are plotting there. They're targetting artists, I think, and aside from Phidias you are the most well known. Father will refuse - if he does, leave him behind. I've already left, this time for our marble quarry in Salamis. I should be safe there, but do not follow me. If they fine me, they'll find you, and I can't risk your life. Just know that what I did, I did for the glory of our family, and for the glory of the League. Write to me as soon as you are safely outside the walls,

Brison

Letter to Brison
B.,
Your whimpering at the hands of the brutish Redblood M. was echoing in all corners of our shrine... Save that pain. Remember it. Let it fester. In my lands, rebellion brews. I want you fighting by my side one day, making any who rebel against me feel the pain you felt. Or worse. When we finnaly move on our plans in Athens, none will stand against us. The democracy will die, and I will rule again.
Glory to the League.
P. Note from Podarkes
Brother,
Your orders are simple - today we rush the rebellion and send every Spartan invader to the underworld. They will tremble at our might. For you, an extra mission: a mercenary has been seen our our islands, fighting for the rebellion and for Sparta. She brings chaos and devastation with her. I want you to bring this sell-sword to me, alive if possible. Her odyssey ends today.
Glory to the League
Podarkes

A Note to a Cultist
Under the disguise of a slovenly drunk, wearing a helmet twice the size of his head and hiding in the chambers of hetaerae, our Blueblood R. would seem almost comical if he weren't deadly. From those chambers, he's infiltrated the political elite's inner circle. Fools. Those who do not obey will find his hidden knife at their throats.

Mercenary's Instructions
Misthios,
As always, your work has been spotless, methodical, perfect. Your shadow casts terror across these lands. I am general to a troop of guards, and we could use you. We accept only the deadliest and most obedient soldiers. After you finish your task, meet me in my fort on Lemnos Island. I will show you our training grounds nearby. They'd impress even you.
Glory to the League.
Iobates

Letter to Podarkes
Blueblood,
Your brother returned from another glorious battle, but the Fates won't smile on him forever. Forget honor. Forget glory. Do what I do - go to the arena, watch a fight, hire the winner. It's safe, cheap, and the mongrels even put on a show! Or take after Blueblood I. and hire a good mercenary. Might be more expensive, but trust me, it's almost fun watching them die in battle for drachmae. If our Sage had a son marching on the battlefield, he wouldn't be so quick to send us to war.
Glory to the League.
K. Job Offer
Fighter, I offer you congratulations on your victory, but your deadly skills are being wasted in the pits. There are targets and prizes worthy of your strength. Interested? Come to my home on Lesbos Island.
Join me in bringing glory to the League.
Kodros.

Sages's note to Rhexenor
Rhexenor,
Enough incompetence - deal with Aristophanes or I'll chop off his head, then I'll chop off yours. He mocks me in his plays. Me! At a time when we need the masses afraid of Sparta, when we need gry, he's writing comedies. Make the laughing foll cry. I'll help you one last time - I know one of Aristophanes' actors is enamored with some girl he's calling his muse. Find her.
Glory to the League.
K. Sage's Note to Kodros
Kodros,
I've been paying attention to your means of recruitment, and I must say they are most excellent. Arena champions make cheap labour, it distracts the people with bloody entertainment, and their heroes become our heroes as well. We live in an era where the common people's voice can break a ruler. Having them believe you're one of them can make an ally of any fool.
Glory to the League.
K. Sage's Note to Iobates
Iobates,
Our ranks swell as the world's greatest warriors join our cause, and I understand I have you to thank. They may not all adhere to the faith, but I always prefer soldiers who are motivated by simple pleasures, like money and standing. In a world of chaos, where free-thinking philosophers and artists are treated as kings, I have no need for troops who think for themselves. Those who do, die.
Glory to the League.
K.

Eyes of Kosmos

SoteraThe MasterHermipposMidasNyx the Shadow

Letter from the Sage of the Eyes of Kosmos

Sotera's ships see all, circling Salamis like a hand around a thorat. She has been instructed to call those ships home. I have secured her a warehouse in Megaris where they shall convene. There she waits. Open. Vulnerable.
My Eyes see all.

Your Sage

Note Found in the Sanctuary of Kosmos
On political unrest:
M., formerly of the Vein, is a known Eye, and a terrifying one at that. Ruthless in his oppression. Cruel in his revenge. We must use him to our advantage. Attika is large, and its people are a problem - let him deal with them. From his control of the quarry and slave trade there, he will be our eyes and ear. In his place, we welcome E. to the Vein. His expertise in building deadly - and expensive - naval vessels will serve his Sage well. And Kosmos of course.

Letter to the Master
M.,
Soon will be time to act. My contact - a fort captain who feeds me information- says Attika will soon fall, and chaos will reign over this place. Our Sage has moved into place to prepare. These lands will be ours. Every coin flowing into the city - ours. We must work in the shadows to bend the light. Now, bite your tongue - no one must know who you truly are, or what we are planning. We must see, but go unseen.
The Eyes see all.
H. Lover's Letter to Hermippos
Hermippos, my love...
You said you’d come to my room last night. You said you’d be with me before I leave to treat our soldiers' wounds. And still I wait. My bed is cold without you. The soldiers are dull. Stupid. I long to hear your voice, your thoughts... They say you’re spending your days politicizing in the Lame One'stemple... but where do you spend your nights?
Farewell,
Your Love

Reference

• Assassin's Creed: Odyssey