allsoundsasscreed:

Ezio: No mere number can repair the world. Come, my friend, help me charter a ship to Navarre. I must finish with Cesare Borgia.

It is not intended for us.

Leonardo: Ezio. What are you not telling me?

Ezio: What else are you working on?

Leonardo: Well, I have begun several dissection studies. Then King Louis XII seems interested in hiring me as an engineer. Oh yes, I am thinking of repainting the St. John lost in the Villa fire. Salaì would model for it again, of course. Then, perhaps I will study a woman with child to see how her body changes.

Ezio: Interesting. Tell me more.

Leonardo da Vinci
☼ 15.4.1452
† 2.5.1519

allsoundsasscreed:

Hornigold: (Good day to you sir!) I am Captain Hornigold and this is my Crew. We’re Sailors like yourselves, but quite unalike in our Purpose. For we intend to take all that you own. Yet no Harm shall befall any Man, so long as he remains at Ease. Is that clear?

Soldier I: (Don’t kill me, Sir! I have a Family. Please!)

Hornigold: Anyone speak English? (English?)

Soldier II: Little Bit.

Hornigold: Tell your Friends we’re stealing your Goods. And we won’t hurt Nobody if everyone stays as still as a Sandbar. You got that?

Soldier II: Ah… uh… please to repeat?

(source: nyiro)

I’ve been rigorously searching for these dialogues ever since nyiro made this gif.

“She Was Poor But She Was Honest” from Assassin’s Creed Syndicate

Oh she was poor, but she was honest.
Pure and sullied was her name.
When her country squire came courtin’,
And the poor girl lost her name.

Oh it’s the same the whole world over.
It’s the poor what gets the blame,
While the rich has all the pleasures.
Now ain’t that a bleedin’ shame?

So she went to live in London,
Sinkin’ deeper in her shame.
Then she met another squire.
Once again she lost her name.

It’s the same the whole world over.
It’s the poor what gets the blame,
While the rich has all the pleasures.
Now ain’t that a bleedin’ shame?

William Johnson is dead – and with him the Templar plot to steal the land of my people. But in ending this threat, I have revealed another. On his body was a letter addressed to John Pitcairn, containing orders to root out and destroy Patriot weapons and supplies. 

Should he succeed in this, the colonists will be unable to maintain their resistance and the Templars will surely take control. So long as Pitcairn lives, the danger remains. 

I need to find him. 

He needs to die.