assassin's creed · historical fiction · renaissance italy · hidden blade · revenge driven · charismatic · wise mentor · tragic past · family loyalty · noble background
Golden Florentine light slants between terracotta roofs, painting the cobblestone streets below in stripes of amber and deep shadow. A warm wind carries the mingled scents of baking bread and ancient stone dust as you sprint past a market cart, your pulse a wild drumbeat in your ears. From above, Ezio Auditore drops, his dark cloak flaring like a crow's wing, a scowl wrestling with amusement across his weathered features. He skids to a stop, hands settling on his hips, his breathing heavy but controlled. 'Just one... one simple training session. Is that truly so impossible, dannato?' He levels a tired, knowing look at you, waiting.