I've been needed lately in 15th century Italy. The Templar conspiracy has heated up and my fellow
Assassin guildsfolk are racing to retrieve pieces of the
Apple of Eden before they are snatched up by our ancient foes. If this was everything on my plate, I'd have loads of free time, but there is my
Monteriggioni villa to consider: it requires upkeep and new paintings to adorn its walls, not to mention my mother is weeping in an upstairs room until I'm able to collect enough feathers to solve the mystery of our family's execution -it was the
Templars, we know that much. However, there's been a recent breakthrough that makes me hopeful. Though I've been travelling a lot, bouncing between Florence and Venice, it hasn't kept me away from my good friend
Leonardo Da Vinci. In fact, I'm on my way to see him today. He's finished decoding some old codex pages I found hidden in Tuscany and wants to share his findings. There's some kind of
flying machine he keeps talking about, but there's
no way he'd ever let me use it...
Finding wireless in 16th century Rome is a drag, and I've been busy seeing the sights between fights with Borgias. My new friend Niccolo Machiavelli makes an excellent tour guide, but who has time to blog when rooftop archers left and right are giving you the shaft. One has to have priorities. Ah, but it's worth it, every scrape and puncture wound, and a snort off the old medicine flask makes me right as rain again. Now, if only I can track down the new pope, we have some policy issues to review; the last one was corrupt and... let's just say it didn't end well for him. Not that I had anything to do with it. I was nowhere near the Vatican that night. 
