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Amato, having finished crying into Salviero's soggy shoulder, gently set his brother's corpse on the ground. "Angelino," he said, "Why? Who killed him?" Angelino said, "We don't know who, but I think it was a robbery. His purse was empty." Amato looked down and placed a hand on the hilt of his rapier. "Whoever did this will hang. I swear it." Angelino motioned for Amato to sit at the seaside with him, and so he did.

"Cousin," began Angelino, "You cannot rush headlong into a revenge plot. This is not a play, it is not some silly romance book. This is real life. You cannot go out of your way to track down a mugger. That is the job of the guardsmen." Amato said, "Plot? Angelino, this is not a plot. This is justice." Amato looked down at the sea beneath his feet. "Angelino, I feel... like a part of me died with Salviero. A part of me that I'll never get back. He was my brother. My friend." Amato paused. "I know that it's not my duty... that I might get killed doing this... but I have no other choice. I'd rather die than let Salviero's killer go unpunished."

Amato looked back at the waxy, pale complexion of his brother. "Angelino, please, go to Father Emidio, with Salviero. Tell him to prepare for a funeral." Angelino nodded. Amato put a hand on his shoulder. "Tell him to pull out all the stops. I will pay for it from my own pocket if need be." Amato stood up. "I'm... I'm going to ask around a little bit, about what exactly Salviero was doing last night."

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Amato stepped into the Palazzo del Principe's main hall. The sparse but warm candle-light mingled with the bright light from the great corridor's grand windows, illuminating every angle of the exquisitely carved marble arches and antique Roman statues that lined the wide, tall foyer. He thought about how the courier had come bearing the news, how his father had been in a meeting, how Amato rushed down the stairs faster than he thought he could move. Amato wondered what would have happened had he broken the news to his father personally.

It was not long before Amato spotted Tullio, Salviero's personal steward, crossing the hall, from what he suspected was the kitchens to his quarters. Amato approached Tullio with an air of friendliness about him.

"Tullio!"

"Signore Amato. I am sorry about Salviero. He was a friend to me, as well," said the steward, bowing.

"Tullio, I need to know, where did Salviero go last night? What was he doing?"

"To the local villa of Signore Lamberto Ragno di Venezia, I believe. Something about politics and business."

Amato put a hand on Tullio's shoulder. "Thank you, Tullio. Thank you." He rushed out the door. "W-wait! Signore Amato!" shouted Tullio, realizing what Amato was doing. "Do not do anything rash!"

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Amato came to the front door of the home of Lamberto, but was stopped by two guards in elaborately decorated armor. "Hold! What business have you with the esteemed Lamberto Ragno?" "I am Amato Duraturo," said Amato. "I have come to investigate the death of my brother, Salviero, who came to this villa last night." "And how," said the guard, "do I know you speak the truth, 'Amato'?" In response, Amato casually flipped a ducat to the guard, who caught it and stared at it in disbelief. "I shall have the signore notified." The guard motioned to his companion, who ran off to fetch the merchant.

A minute or two later, a rather old man, with a long, curled, silver beard, clad in black robes embroidered in a floral pattern with gold thread, came through the door. "Signore Amato. My humblest apologies about your brother, mio amico. How can I help?"

What do you want to know?

Has semi-self-referential personal text.

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The docks were quiet, but a man was dead.

A slim rapier, its elegant handle sweeping gracefully around the hand of a man cloaked in shadow, was quickly drawn from the windpipe of Saviero Biaggio Duraturo, who lay bleeding and noiselessly rasping for air on the wood of the pier. Without hesitation, the man sheathed his blade and searched Saviero’s body. “Aha,” he muttered to himself, pulling a crinkled, folded paper from within Saviero’s doublet, once attractively slashed but now horrifically stabbed. He emptied Saviero’s coin purse into his own, then pulled another piece of paper from within his own doublet. After messily crinkling and and folding it, the man stashed it into the spot from where he drew Saviero’s document.

By this point, Saviero had stopped struggling. The man tried to pick up the body, but could not. After muttering a curse, he began dragging the corpse back to the start of the dock, near the stone-paved street. Praying that nobody saw him, the man nonchalantly rolled Saviero into the water, where his corpse was just barely visible through the somewhat murky water.

Ten hours later, Amato Silvio Duraturo pushed his way through the crowd at the Gabbiani Docks. Shoving aside a scruffy old man, who cursed at him and nearly fell over, Amato reached the waterside, where his cousin Angelino knelt next to Saviero’s body. Amato nearly vomited at the sight of his brother’s waterlogged corpse.

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You are Amato Silvio Duraturo, heir apparent to the fortune of House Duraturo, a wealthy family in the Serene Republic of Azzurrana, and the arch-rival of House Impetuoso. In this year of 1507, your father Giovanni Arturo Duraturo is not only the head of House Duraturo and its businesses and enterprises, but he is la Sereno Principe di Azzurrana, presiding over il Senato and earning untold amounts of ducats.

Your brother and friend, Saviero, has been murdered and his body dumped in the sea, found by your cousin, Angelino. You do not know why, when, or by who. You know he left the palazzo last night to bring an important document to a business partner, and that this morning his corpse was found sopping wet, his throat cut and chest full of puncture wounds. You have one burning goal.

Revenge.

What do you do?

Tawarochir extends his thanks

I spent a ton of time vassalizing Korea and reclaiming its cores from Jianzhou. I was twenty years into a fifty-year annexation plan.

I turned the game off and came back, and for no goddamn reason, "The Fall of Kyoto" event fired, even though I'm literally Japan, and Korea became independent.