Tag: request

In blackest night, the Sinai sleeps, exhausted with grief. Our mouths filled with ashes, we weep tears of blood. Who will deliver us from despair?

Our hero moves with the mist, as silent as the sea, delivering death. Unknown, unseen, ever forgiving.

Listen. Let me tell you of him. The Legend of Siwa. The shadow who is Bayek. Bayek…

Henry: Do you know, I think this map may be taking us to the Kenway Mansion!

Evie: Kenway? The pirate?

Henry: Master Assassin and pirate, yes.

Evie: How much do you know about the Shroud of Eden?

Henry: It’s said to heal the sick – popular myth is that it brings people back from the dead, but the Assassin records say that’s not true. I’ve never heard of one being in London, though. Do you really think Edward Kenway could have found one?

Evie: He traveled extensively, so it’s possible. But if he did, he kept it a closely guarded secret.

Henry: But if it’s true – what a find it would be.

Evie: Indeed. I’m eager to find out, myself. It’s surprising that you haven’t already searched the Kenway house.

Henry: Edward’s son, Haytham, joined the Templars. When he died, the house passed on to Haytham’s sister.

Evie: And in all your time in London, you didn’t go and have a look around? Weren’t even a little curious?

Henry: Truly, I didn’t expect to find anything there. We’ve no way of knowing how many times the building’s changed hands. I presumed Haytham would have had it stripped bare before he left.

Evie: But if Miss Thorne thinks the Shroud could still be there…

Henry: If there’s a vault, the Templars haven’t found it yet.

Evie: So, the Templars owned a house with Assassin treasures stored in it – and never located them.

Henry: We must be better at hiding things than they are.

Deacon: Bloody hellfire. Sorry to interrupt – you know – what was quite a poignant moment, but we’ve got more trouble. Bishop, are you there?

Bishop: I hear it. You know what to do.

Deacon: Opening a bridge now.

Bishop: You know, Deacon. I think Abstergo are still riled up about your job last month.

Deacon: Oh, you don’t say. Okay, the bridge is open. Go.

Bishop: You can’t snoop around Abstergo’s sequenced data without ruffling a few feathers, right?

Deacon: Well, we didn’t just snoop, did we? We stole their data, destroyed their Precursor samples, and what else… oh yeah, we melted a few of their servers.

Bishop: That’ll do it.