1485 Venezia
The bloodied guard hobbled towards the nearest doctor he could find. He was gasping for air at regular intervals as every step he took seemed to rob him of all the energy in his body. The people cleared the way for him to walk past, many gawked at him but none lent him a hand. The relationship between the people of Venezia and the city guards was tepid at best. The ruling class of Venezia oppressed the lower class to no end and the guards were there task masters.
The guard finally reached the doctor and asked for a remedy to his wounds.
“Oh my, your life is nearing it's end my dear sir. But lucky for you I have the finest cures in all of Venezia. This here Elixir of Life shall do the job quite nicely.”
“Good, then hand it over this instant. Time is wasting.”
“Wait a second dear customer, I must charge you the modest price of 30 florins for this fine quality medicine. I believe you are in no position to barter with me,” the doctor said slyly.
“Is that all? I have exactly 30 florins on me.”
The guard reached for his money pouch, but his relieved expression turned into one of distress.
“My money...! It's gone?! Where did it disappear to, I know I had 30 florins in this pouch!”
“Dear customer, if you have no money, I'm afraid I cannot sell you my goods.”
“Quiet you! I'm a member of the city guard. I'll make sure the doge personally pays for this medicine later with interest! Just hand over the elixir!”
The distressed guard was flying into a frenzy when a dagger pierced him in the back. His body could no longer handle any more blood loss and went into convulsions. Not much later, he died of too much blood loss.
“Good lord... The citizens of Venezia are utterly barbaric. Curse the heavens for forcing to be in to such a situation that I must seek shelter in such a city.”
The man had watched the entire scene unfold, and walked away in disgust.
“Guards being slaughtered, thieves running amok, and utter lack of royalty and nobles walking in it's streets. Venezia is clearly inferior to Firenze.”
The man began to seethe as he walked towards an intersection of paths.
“Curse the Assassin's for foiling our plans,” he muttered as he halted next to a scaffolding.
But unbeknownst to him, a man stood atop that scaffolding. That man leapt down and landed atop the seething man, snapping his spine as a result. Before the man could feel the pain resonate throughout his body, his throat was slit, and the assaulter ran away.
Somewhere nearby Lorenzo de' Medici walked through the street with the Doge and his personal guard. But they were stopped by a beautiful woman overflowing with sexuality.
“Hello there boys, you don't mind if I put on a little show for you, do you?”
“We're on official business, move out of the way!,” the guard shouted at the woman.
But she merely ignored his words and began to dance. The utterly seductive and sinful dance captured the full of attention of the men at hand. All were distracted when suddenly a sword pierced through Lorenzo's body.
The last word to come out his mouth was “What..?” as he collapsed to the ground. The owner of the sword pulled it out from Lorenzo's lifeless body and vaulted away.
The most of the personal guard surrounded and grabbed hold of the woman.
“You shall pay for your actions today!”
“I had no part in this. Unhand me this instant!”
“SILENCE!”
The woman's body became a pincushion for the swords of the guards.
One of the guards had taken up chase on Lorenzo's murderer. But he lost sight of him in no time at all. As he searched around fruitlessly, he came across a man attempting to strike down another man. That required his immediate attention so he gave up on the chase.