Me: He Stretch <3 He Yawn <3
*gravehound notices me*
Me: aw fuck-aw s-shit-fuck, oh beans-
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Me: He Stretch <3 He Yawn <3
*gravehound notices me*
Me: aw fuck-aw s-shit-fuck, oh beans-
THE BRIGMORE WITCHES: Delilah’s Masterwork ⮑ Turncoat
You make an eloquent plea, for a man with innocent blood on his hands. It's a shame Corvo doesn't know the real story, isn't it? How in these last days you passed through Coldridge Prison like a shadow, dared the tangles of Dunwall's underworld and walked out unscathed; outwitted one of the greatest witches in a generation, all with consummate care and skill.
How you saved Emily Kaldwin, daughter of the Empress, first of her name, and no one will ever know. But how does it end for Daud the hired killed, the murderer, the savior of the empire? It's up to Corvo now.
You make an eloquent plea, for a man with innocent blood on his hands. It's a shame Corvo doesn't know the real story, isn' it? How Daud the legendary assassin spent his last days doing whatever it took to save Emily Kaldwin. Defied the keepers of Coldridge Prison, faced down gang leaders, and the terrors of Brigmore Manor.
With the end coming, you cut a savage swatch through Dunwall, blood and terror, for the fate of the Empire. A story never to be told. And you leave ther ending up to Corvo? That's courage. You make your own choice, and accept the price.
I hear your mum was a witch. She should have taught you better.
I'll use your skin for canvas!
You have no right to take this from me!
Fall and die!
Piercing eyes, ruining hands, burning hunger...
Are you hoping to stab me in the back? Pathetic.
Stupid Delilah! How could you lose him!
I smell you, Daud. I know you're not far.
We'll make you scream, my love.
Over here! Quick! Before he slips away!
Come! Help me slay this fool.
You won't stop me! You won't!
I know it's you, Daud. No one else was even close to finding me.
Where could you be hiding, little mouse?
You're not being very quiet.
I heard you, my love.
Come out and I'll paint a little portrait of you.
Would any painting work for Delilah's ritual, I wonder? This painting might be useful. Delilah's work. She's been busy.