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Workin’ in Karnaca.
A very dapper smoke break.
A moment of silence for my fellow prophecy thief, whose luck didn’t hold.
Some scenes just manage to tell a story better than words ever could.
“There are places where the void leaks into our world, like a crack in a ship’s hull. But how?” -- Billie Lurk
Much has been said about the blind Sisters of the Oracular Order. In truth their eyes function just as well as yours or mine. However, they do endeavor to become blind to distractions and frivolities. -- Douglas Harwickle, Historian
The Overseers be hotboxin Breanna’s old office lol
I’m just gonna believe that for the debut of the giant owl exhibit, the Royal Conservatory commissioned a novelist to write a series of short stories about the heroic adventures of owl-riding sea pirates. The stories got so popular that some idiot noble tried to import a giant owl as a pet, but it went horribly awry and the owl escaped and terrorized half the city before the grand guard caught it. I also like to think this was the event that inspired that disgruntled owl oil painting.
WHOOSH
Join the Abbey today for exciting opportunities in cataloging heretical items, stay for the late-night screenings of Pandyssian Monster Turtles!
I thought you were BLIND what is this trickery?!?!?
I don’t care how little money these coins are actually worth, finding them in a stack like this makes it feel like I’ve discovered a treasure trove.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
The Outsider would not be proud of this mark but I did my tiny best here...
Sorry about the hiatus in posts, dishonored content will now resume as I finally get to finish Death of the Outsider!
“The duty of the tongue is to speak the Seven Strictures, all else is heresy.”
I need someone to educate me on the lore behind these beasties… and in the event that lore doesn’t exist I will accept headcanons and fanfics.
Are they representatives of different castes in a Pandyssian monkey-vampire coven? Are they a sick joke on the aristocracy, perpetrated by that evil Serkonan Taxidermist who kidnaps people and infects them with bloodflies for some extra blood amber cash? Someone help me out here.
THESE, Iwillhaveyouknow, are TOTALLY the Dishonoredverse equivalent of Jackalopes and Fiji Mermaids. Shady taxidermists cobble them together out of monkeys and wolfhound fangs and assorted other bits and pieces, and pass them off as Ever So Rare And Exquisite And Therefore Expensive Specimens of Pandyssian Lesser and Greater Vampyirmorphs ™®©
The way Billie says "UGHHHHH these people are sick!" I thought she was professionally disgusted that anyone would think hiding a safe behind a distraught owl painting would be a sufficient thief-preventing measure.
On my second playthrough it occurred to me that she might have been referring to the contents of the safe (the flask of human blood obtained through a murderous occult ritual).
I’M B O R E D