Talk:Rome: Chapter 1 – Fiora Cavazza

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The Bad Doctor

Cesare wants me to meet with his murderous doctor, Malfatto, though I do not believe he really is a doctor. He is a predator of women. A monster. Cesare is testing my loyalty, but he may soon find he has destroyed what little I had left.

A Taste for Violence

No sign of Malfatto. I am alone in the empty streets of Roma's poorest district. I have done my best to conceal myself, but I still feel vulnerable. Scared.

I whisper Malfatto's name. It sounds ridiculous. Why have I agreed to this?

A scream! A cry for help! She is nearby, but it is easy to get lost in these haphazard alleyways.

She pleads with someone! Begs for her life! I run hard but cannot find her!

She is sobbing now! I scold myself for coming unprepared! I should have studied the district, memorized its streets!

A flash of black movement and then it disappears into the shadows. Malfatto?

A poorly lit alcove. Violence hangs heavy in the air, though everything is still. I spot her! She looks like a broken doll at first, discarded in the alley. Then I see the blood. So much blood! I flee!

Rat Trap

Cesare will not accept my refusal to find Malfatto. He will have me killed if I fail. After what I have seen this monster do, I cannot imagine those alleyways without shaking. Worse yet, he has asked me to wear one of my old courtesan outfits. Better to draw the monster's attention.

A few crowds on the street tonight. I want to stay near people, but I know Malfatto will avoid them. I must travel alone.

A hand on my shoulder! I scream and spin around. It is only a drunken fool! He nearly slobbers on my dress. I push him to the ground!

I hear the echo of my own footsteps. My nervous breathing. I flinch at any other sounds. Rustling in the dark. Whispers.

In the corner! I see something! A glint of light on a lens. It moves. The bone-white beak! It is him!

Malfatto lunges for me! I sidestep him. I yell Cesare's name at him! Demand that he listens! He grabs me and then notices the document in my hand. Hesitates. Takes it.

Malfatto does not read the document. He simply stares at me through his sinister mask. Cocks his head. I back away. He does not move.

Housecall

I am done with Cesare. Done with the mad people who surround him. I will leave Roma within the week. I return to the home Cesare has provided. Luxurious. Excessive. I drink to calm myself, but sleep does not come easy.

I feel a prick at my neck! Believing it to be an insect, I swat it away, but my hand connects with something solid! A syringe! Malfatto is in my room! What has he - can't think! Poisoned?

I stumple over the opposite side of the bed and onto my feet! My legs tremble beneath me! I scramble to a nearby table, grabbing for my fan!

Malfatto faces me. Still. Syringe dropped to the floor. He is waiting me out! Waiting for the poison to overcome me!

I unfold my fan, exposing a blossom of blades. I cannot see his face, but Malfatto's posture betrays fear! Have his victims ever fought back?

I charge Malfatto, slashing violently! He backs into a wall and I shred his doctor's garb. I have drawn blood! Is it enough? I lose my vision!

My mind plummets! My ears ring! I collapse. Malfatto... what will you do?

Scorned

I live! My balance is off. My eyes struggle to stay clear. Malfatto is gone, but he has spilled his insides across my floor. They trail to my window. I cut him badly! Cesare will not protect me. I must appeal to his enemies. Offer a deal.

I know the Assassins have been watching me. They may even be past clients or friends. We have watched them as well. My work with Baltasar showed me how they operate. How I can find them.

Their system for communication is crude. They use pigeon coops to trade messages. Assignments. The rooftops are forbidden, but we have seen one of Cesare's own guards leaving letters in the coops. Assassins picking them up.

I write a list. Names of Cesare's agents. Everyone I know. Even those who were kind to me. I will cripple him!

As expected, I find Cesare's traitorous guard placing letters in a pigeon coop. I confront him. At first he denies any knowledge, but when I produce a letter for the "men in white," he agrees to deliver it.

Inside my letter, an offer to help the Assassins in their fight against Cesare in any way I can. They may be the only ones who can protect me from his wrath. I spend the rest of the day in large crowds. Well lit areas. If they want to find me, they will.

Francesco Vecillio. The blossoming painter. I never would have suspected. He tells me the list has been given to someone reliable. That my worries will soon be over. He tells me my work is far from finished.

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Reaping the Whirlwind

The Assassins have allowed me to follow them, but insist that I keep my distance as they deal with Cesare's agents from my list. I want to see them. I need to see that they finish the job.

Fired

I do not wish Rocco Teipolo's death, but a large portion of Cesare's army owes him loyalty. We cannot hope to match the price, so he leaves us no other option.

No Encore

We catch the fools performing in the street. They are involved in a ridiculous dance, fueled by a musician plucking at a battered instrument. They are too deep in their performance to notice the crowd changing around them.

The Assassins begin to infiltrate the crowd, subtle at first, but soon filling it with white hoods.

Caha spins and throws a smoke bomb into the crowd! Some of the Assassins choke! Others shrug it off and give chase! I open my hand fan to disperse the cloud.

The crowd scatters and Cahin attempts to slip away. He fails! Assassins block his path! He produces a slender dagger. A poor counter to their rapiers. He is agile enough to keep up with them for a while, even cutting one man's face, but he soon collapses with four swords running through his gut!

Caha cries out to her brother! Turns to face us, her own daggers unsheathed! She dashes right for me!

The Assassins hold. They are enjoying this! I deflect Caha's attack with my bladed fan and slash her arm! She drops her weapon! She jabs and kicks and I mark her skin for each assault! Finally, she yields and crawls over to her brother's corpse.

Caha cradles her brother's body. Removes his mask and strokes his cheek. She doesn't acknowledge the Assassin approaching her from behind. Doesn't hear him load his crossbow or the snap as he fires a bolt into her head.

Outplayed

The Assassins plan to hit Baltasar's barber shop. A decoy. I direct them towards his real hideout, which is blocks away. He will not be easily ambushed.

The Assassins manage to avoid the first trap. They pull open the front door and roll away, causing a nasty blast that tears off a large piece of the frame! I have never seen anything like it!

Inside. Nothing. We search for trap doors. There! A pull-down ladder that leads up to an attic!

One Assassin heads up. We hear the whistle of his daggers! The [sic] thump when they connect! He cries out!

They pull the wounded man back down to our floor. His face is red, his eyes leaking. He tells us he reacted to a man in the corner, hidden in shadows. A trap - a fake man stuffed with some sort of burning powder! We can smell it. Sharp.

I glance out the window beside me. Baltasar! He is outside. He carries a torch! A look of shock as he recognizes my face. He lights the building!

We flee the building! We manage to reach the street before Baltasar's fire grows out of control. No sign of the spy. I doubt that he has fled Roma. He enjoys this game.

Moving Target

Baltasar escaped. I cannot afford to let him live. We spied on the Assassins together and I know more than they believe. I am a liability. On the other side, Baltasar may have told Cesare about my betrayal, which means the Borgia will be looking for me. I must find him!

I watch Baltasar's barber shop. He isn't likely to return, but there is a small chance he has left something behind. The night passes. If he returned, I never saw him.