#throwmebianca

[coatedblade]

|| Who I have drafted for threads: blacksandslord, soleladro, throwmebianca, daughterofpopx, mariaauditoredafirenze, pantasileabaglioni, larosafatale, xbastion, marshmallows-and-champagne

*note- these are in no particular order though

Am I missing anyone else?

[coatedblade]

By nightfall, the streets of Roma were generally clearing out for those who wish to slumber. This doesn’t necessarily mean that everywhere that this Florentine Assassin will go, there will be not a single soul. There will still be drunkards, rivalry thieves, etc. So one must be careful to where they end up to. 

The Auditore Assassin had roamed these very streets at the outskirts of the city, just where the river lies to reach the countryside of Roma. The homes and other buildings were in poor condition, which meant that he was in one of the many poor districts. Surely, there were even individuals that can’t even afford to live in a house, so instead, they live in the streets where they fall ill. 

Although, something’s changed about this perimeter. There appeared to be more men who clothed themselves in metal armor, and other red accented articles of clothing. That simply slapped The Borgia rule onto this place. They’re inhabiting it for themselves to advance even further into having Italy for themselves. Ezio, wasn’t much of a fan of this enforcement. They bring the civilians down to a worse state from where they once stood. 

There seemed to be a gather up. Mass of Borgia guards were marching down the streets; he had to hide in the shadows...

Sooner or later, the captain that led this portion of men called upon them. Notifying them that they will soon push onto the countryside, and strip those who refuse to be surrender the papal rule. This was certainly not of good news. This meant that the mercenaries, and other factions were at stake. 

Ezio left the district as soon as he could. He eventually had to cross the river before any of those scourges noticed him. He seeked for an ally of his, a fellow friend, Bartolomeo. And by horse, he must travel to the man’s barracks. 

[ throwmebianca ]

[pantasileabaglioni-blog]

Before we met {Closed}

throwmebianca As she had travelled to Venezia, her excitement to see her brothers and father increased to the point that the sight of Venice's walls made her smile in anticipation. Of course she was used to them being away and leaving her and mother in Roma, but that did not mean that she never missed them. In a job such as a comdotorrio, it is important to miss them for they might not return alive. Letters did little against seeing them face to face. So when her mother told her that she must deliver important letters to her father and gifts to her brothers, she was happy to see them again -if only briefly. Departing from the caravan, Pantasilea thanked the driver before approaching the viaggio to ask for directions to where she needed - basket resting in the crook of her arm. It took quite a while to walk there through the confusing streets of Venice but that gave her time to memorise her way and to admire the city itself. It thrived with trade - both admirable and unadmirable trades alike - and was full of all sorts of people. Where her directions took her was into the poorer districts and so she kept her wits about her for thieves. However, she arrived without an issue. Presenting the letter from her mother and her name, she was allowed into the Barracks where she entered the main building after being told where to find her family. There was little need for direction though as she could smell them before they approached her. It was the smell of soldiers who barely had time to bathe between work and a smell that made her feel at home as much as her nose hated it. She took their embraces and exchanged happy words with them as her father took her basket.