void spyglass

Cease! Wandering Gaze! Let not my eyes take in these evil days.

The Outsider hasn’t known anything but hatred for thousands of years. He was killed to fulfill a purpose. No one asked him what he wanted. The lights went out in his world, and his eyes adjusted to the dark.

Everything stone, everything old.

Sing my songs and lick my flesh

We in all the Isles know the truth of his creation, and are his wardens in the Void.

This one has a greater destiny, beyond Dunwall, beyond Karnaca.

The best word we have for it, perhaps, is 'hunger'.

I heard a story once, of a sailor caught forever in a fog. It traveled with her across all the seas. I am that sailor.

tools of the trade №25: bone charm workshop

One of Daud's assassins. They are everywhere, and nowhere.

keyholes: Watch for his shadow. Listen for the heels of his boots. He is here, I tell you.

tools of the trade №24: The Oraculum

Romana Kyme's plausible tale

The one who walks here is all things. Cradle songs of comfort and bones gnawed by teeth.

Throughout the natural world there are ripples that we can barely perceive with our sense, an Ancient Music permeating everything as a fundamental structural rule.

a knife for the knowing

tools of the trade №23: The Jindosh Enigma Door