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The Travel Log is a book comprised of a series of log entries written by Corvo Attano or Emily Kaldwin in Dishonored 2.

Emily's log entries

A Long Day in Dunwall

New year

We're staring a new year. Maybe 1852 will be less boring than 1851. I can't wait for Wyman to get back to Dunwall, we'll go to the abandoned mansion I discovered the other night, at the edge of Rudshore. maybe I'll have time to turn it into a scary haunted house beforehand, using sheets and hiding an old audiograph upstairs. Wyman would love that. We'll get spooked and hold hands, screaming and laughing.

Come on Emily, you promised to be more serious and to listen at court, and you're already planning your next escape. Let's start this diary again.

Proposals for a new decree on whale oil rationing and distribution:

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The Anniversary

That time of year again -- the anniversary of my mother's death. There's no real time for reflection, though. It's all security protocols. Menus. Guest lists. And it's impossible to slip out at night. I feel like a caged bird.

They've already got me memorizing this years speech. It's endless! Would it be so terrible if I just said what I remember about her? That wink she gave me, even as she was scolding me, after I was caught climbing the statue of my grandfather. The sound of her footsteps as she paced at night. The time we shared a cabin on a boat trip to Driscol. Or the time she agreed to let Corvo teach me to fish, but then had to pull a hook from my arm. Now that would be a speech.

Edge of the World

Dishonored

My father is lost, turned to stone by Delilah. Those words don't even seem real. Witchcraft, something I never would have believed possible. But now I have to believe in it, so I can believe that it can be undone. Delilah claims to be my aunt, the rightful heir. Truth or lies? All I know is that she used magic to take my throne, aided by that weasel Duke Abele. They must have been working on their plan for years. Buying disloyalty with promises. Even Ramsey, Captain of the City Watch. Planting in everyone's mind the idea that my father and I could be responsible for those monstrous killings. That one or both of us were the "Crown Killer."

I'm not in a trusting mood, but Meagan Foster says she knows Anton Sokolov, our old Royal Physician, and she helped me escape the coup. So she's all I have right now. We're sailing for Serkonos. My Dunwall, my home, is no longer safe for me. But I never really was safe. I never really will be. The sooner I get that through my skull, the better.

The Void

This time it wasn't a dream. I've read about the Void and the Outsider, imagined them. Now I've seen these wonders for myself. Strange doesn't begin to cover it.

The Outsider has terrible eyes, black on black. He offered me something. I know these gifts come with a price, but how could I refuse? This power might give me the edge I need to defeat Delilah and Duke Abele. I'll worry about paying the cost later.

And what price will I pay for his other gift? My mother's beloved voice, trapped in the strangest contraption. It is both comforting and chilling to be able to talk to her again. And yet, it's not entirely the person I knew anymore. This thing, the Heart, it's there and not there. I have to focus in a new way to even see it.

We've arrived at the southernmost tip of the Empire. Strange fragrances all around. Salt, fish, spice. I don't know how to blend in here. I don't know what to eat or where to go. But this is where my father was born. So part of me belongs here too. And these are my people. Or they were until my throne was stolen by Delilah. I'm coming for you Delilah, with my new powers. All I need now is a plan.

This time it wasn't a dream. I've read about the Void and the Outsider, imagined them. Now I've seen these wonders for myself. Strange doesn't begin to cover it.

The Outsider has terrible eyes, black on black. He offered me a gift. I've read enough stories to know these things always come with a price. Still I was tempted. But then I thought — would Jessamine Kaldwin have taken it? No. Then neither will Emily Kaldwin. I can do this without help.

But his other gift I couldn't refuse. Just as I was thinking of her, I heard my mother's beloved voice, trapped in the strangest contraption. It is both comforting and chilling to be able to talk to her again. And yet, it's not entirely the person I knew anymore.

We've arrived at the southernmost tip of the Empire. Strange fragrances in the air. Salt, fish, spice. I don't know how to blend in here. I don't know what to eat or where to go. But this is where my father was born, so part of me belongs here too. And these are my people. Or they were, until my throne was stolen by Delilah. No, I don't need the Outsider's gifts, but one thing I do need — a plan.

Investigating Addermire Institute.

This boat captain, Meagan Foster. She helped me escape the coup. But she's giving me the side-eye when she thinks I'm not looking. She's all I've got for the moment, though soon I hope Anton Sokolov will be joining us. My old teacher. Keenest intellect in the Empire. Filthy mouth. Gone and got himself abducted.

Meagan says he was last seen being dragged toward Addermire Institute by the Crown Killer. Which makes no sense to me, unless the killer is a patient there. Maybe he needs medicine or something. But how can a deranged patient be working for the Duke and Delilah? Addermire's Chief Alchemist might know. Alexandria Hypatia. She's been running this place for years. She's famous for curing the miners' diseases. If she knows anything, I'll make her talk.

The Clockwork Mansion

The Crown Killer is no more. Next: Jindosh.

I finally uncovered how my enemies created the "Crown Killer." Duke Abele poisoned Alexandria Hypatia with her own serum. Horrible.

Anyway, I put an end to it. Hypatia's dead now, and the Crown Killer died with her. She was a brilliant alchemist, but the monster was a part of her.

Sokolov wasn't at Addermire Institute. But I was able to find out where he's been taken. Kirin Jindosh's Mansion. Another Natural Philosopher. Professional jealousy? I think it's more than that, and it makes me very worried. Jindosh is the inventor of the Clockwork Soldier. I've seen his killing machines in action at Dunwall Tower, and I can't allow Delilah to have such an ally.

I finally uncovered how my enemies created the "Crown Killer." What better way to erode confidence in me before the coup? If I had stopped to think about it for even a few minutes, maybe I could have kept my people's trust. But that would have required patience. And my advisors always remind me that I have none of that particular trait.

But to use Hypatia's own serum against her! Horrible.

I'm happy I could find a cure. She's a brilliant alchemist. Now she can continue her research to help the people of Serkonos.

I wasn't able to rescue Sokolov. He's been taken elsewhere. To Kirin Jindosh's mansion. He's the inventor of the Clockwork Soldier, and if he's able to use Sokolov's genius for his own plans, it might be very, very bad. I've seen his killing machines in action at Dunwall Tower. I can't allow Delilah to have such an ally.

I'm sure Jindosh takes pleasure in keeping his intellectual rival captive. Well, it won't be for long, if I have any say in it.

The Dreadful Wale. What a weird name.

It's hard to sleep on this ship, and when I do my dreams are troubled. Well I'm awake now and thinking about Sokolov.

I remember him at the Hound Pits Pub, so long ago, trapped like a beast in a cage. He smelled of stale piss and rotting meat. But they couldn't break him. He held onto himself, and picked up again as my tutor. Something I needed, in the aftermath of my mother's death. "Beware of dignitaries bearing gifts," he used to tell me. But I was still a child, and I liked gifts. I thought nothing sounded more pleasant. Now I know better.

I also find myself thinking of Callista, my old governess. She always wanted to travel the world on a big boat. Eventually, she left Dunwall, then stopped writing a few months later.

The Royal Conservatory

Sokolov is safe.

I killed Kirin Jindosh. For abducting Sokolov. For working for Delilah and Duke Abele. For the part his clockworks played in the coup that took my throne. For the clockwork army the man was building. He may have been smart, but he wasn't invulnerable. Not like Delilah.

I imagine he was jealous of Sokolov, for good reason, I suppose. Who cured the Rat Plague? Who changed the world with machines fueled by whale oil once Esmond Roseburrow discovered the liquid power trapped there? And his paintings! Genius isn't a word I use very often, but Sokolov deserves it.

Speaking of the old goat, it is good to see him again. Though he looks weaker than I expected. Tired. And smaller than I remember. I hope that great mind of his is still working.

I rescued Sokolov. The man spent years serving my family. Educating me in both intellectual subjects and bawdy humor. And now a small part of what I owe him has been repaid. I'm just sorry I can't offer him more comfortable accommodations. The Dreadful Wale, dank and cramped as it is, is our home for now. He's been living here with Meagan for years, but in his current condition, I wish we could make him more comfortable.

I was able to stop Kirin Jindosh. His weaponized mind won't be a threat now, his thoughts scattered and his memories destroyed. By his own device no less. When Sokolov is feeling better, maybe he'll have an opinion on whether I did the right thing or not by not killing Jindosh outright.

Anyway it's a relief to know the last Clockwork Soldiers remaining in the Empire are the only ones there will ever be.

Delilah in the Void .

I dreamed of Delilah Copperspoon. No, this was more than a dream. I was in the Void. Somehow Delilah brought me there. I don't know if she was showing me the true past, or a fabrication. She spoke of my grandfather, Emperor Euhorn Jacob Kaldwin. History says he was a man of honor, who served his people, but Delilah showed me all his promises unfulfilled, all those easy lies. And she showed me my mother, Jessamine, as I never imagined her. Spoiled and petty. Entitled. And finally a great injustice. Delilah's mother dying in a debtor's prison. I have so many questions, but how do I sort the truth from the lies?

Breanna Ashworth is my next target.

Breanna Ashworth. I only know her by reputation. Born to the Dunwall aristocracy, she's a sculptor, and the Curator of the Royal Conservatory in Karnaca. One of Delilah's lieutenants, maybe her closest confidant. They share a taste for the occult. While being held, Sokolov overheard conversations about a strange device being constructed under Ashworth's supervision. The Oraculum, something more convoluted than clockwork killing machines, but every bit as dangerous, no doubt. I think an after-hours visit to the Conservatory will give me the answers I need.

The Dust District

What happened three years ago?

Breanna Ashworth and Delilah were infiltrating the minds of the Sisters of the Oracular Order. Altering their visions and influencing their prophecies. I can't imagine what would have become of the Empire if the Abbey had fallen into their hands. Thousands of believers being spoon fed a new brand of religion under the same shiny Overseer masks. Does Delilah dream of becoming, what, something akin to the Outsider? She's angry, and twisted enough for that.

I killed Ashworth, and I hope that sends a message all the way to Dunwall. I'm coming to stop you, Delilah, and it won't matter how powerful a witch you are.

I also learned that Ashworth organized some kind of séance for Delilah, three years ago. I'm getting close to understanding Delilah's immortality. And for that I need to explore the abandoned manor of a certain mine baron, Aramis Stilton.

Breanna Ashworth and Delilah were infiltrating the minds of the Sisters of the Oracular Order. Altering their visions and influencing their prophecies. I can't imagine what would have become of the Empire if the Abbey had fallen completely into their hands. Thousands of believers being spoon fed a new brand of religion under the same shiny Overseer masks. Does Delilah dream of becoming, what, something akin to the Outsider? She's angry, and twisted enough for that.

I left Ashworth stripped of Delilah's magic, cut off from the energies of the Void. I hope that sends a message all the way to Dunwall. I'm coming to stop you, Delilah, and it won't matter how powerful a witch you are.

I also learned that Ashworth organized some kind of séance for Delilah, three years ago. I'm getting close to understanding Delilah's immortality. And for that I need to explore the abandoned manor of a certain mine baron, Aramis Stilton.

Meagan Foster

So I found out Meagan Foster worked for Ashworth many years ago. I think Meagan knows more than she's saying. What is she holding back? Sometimes she won't meet my eyes. Even when she smiles she looks sad. But my gut says I need to trust her, at least for a little while longer.

Can't sleep.

I try not to think about my father too much, but I'm worried sick. I hope Corvo's going to be all right. I hope he can't feel the days and weeks passing, not knowing that I am alive and coming for him. Fifteen years ago, he was the one to rescue me. We spent our days hidden in the Hound Pits Pub, and I thought I would never see Dunwall Tower again. I remember I was almost happy about it, thinking we would live a life of adventures. I think it helped me deal with my mother's death, as if it wasn't real, as if it was another life.

The Grand Palace

The Dust District.

My thoughts are troubled as I leave the Dust District. I hope things will be different there, now that I've helped the Overseers. What will Vice Overseer Liam Byrne do, with Paolo out of the way? This is his opportunity to make the place livable again, the air breathable. Hopefully using more than sermons. I know many of their beliefs are backward. And I know the Outsider is real. But at least Byrne is sincere, dedicated to what he thinks is best for the people living in Karnaca.

Will the fighting stop? Will Byrne be able to change things for the miners and their families? I hope I made the right choice. I didn't do enough to protect the least empowered parts of the Empire when I had the chance. I can see that now, even through all the dust.

I'd heard it was bad, but now I've seen firsthand how Duke Abele's policies are destroying the Dust District.

Or maybe it was my fault. I just looked the other way, as long as the silver kept coming.

In the end, I decided to help Paolo. I hope it was the right choice. He's more than just a Howler, and he could be a good leader. He's been living in Batista, the Dust District, his entire life, organizing things, defending the people. His methods are questionable, but so are mine.

These people deserve better than rulers like Duke Abele. And I won't rest until they're free.

The Dust District. I can't find the words to describe the misery here, and the grit in the air. I've been coughing for an hour straight and my mind feels cloudy.

I got rid of Paolo, the leader of the Howlers. He brought only fear and trickery. He'll trouble the city no more. And that goes for Vice Overseer Liam Byrne as well. His intolerance, his personal ambition. Could any of us live up to the expectations the Overseers demand? Whoever ends up ruling over Karnaca, it won't be a gang of cutthroats nor will it be the Abbey. Now I need to make sure it won't be Duke Luca Abele either.

I'd heard stories about the Dust District. Now I've seen it for myself, and breathed the polluted air. I'd still be coughing if it weren't for Meagan's fermented shark broth, even if it tastes like something she dredged up out of the sewers.

In the Dust District, I could have sided with Paolo or Vice Overseer Byrne, choosing one evil over another, but that could have had unforeseen consequences. So I rejected the setup and found my own solution.

Delilah's secret.

Today I saw the effects of the Void, leaking into Aramis Stilton's house through cracks in reality. I was able to see the past and the present, simultaneously.

I learned a great deal, looking into the night of the Duke's gathering, three years past. I watched a séance that brought Delilah's spirit from the Void where she was trapped, and into this world. I saw that spirit preserved in an effigy made of bone by the witch Breanna Ashworth.

And that effigy, holding Delilah's spirit, was given to Duke Abele for safekeeping.

Now I know why Delilah cannot be killed. As long as she's not whole, she'll remain immortal. Even the Outsider seemed worried. This is the information I've been seeking. Now I just have to turn it into a plan.

Death to the Empress

A farewell.

I grieve for a second time. What was it like to walk with her Heart somewhere near, but never quite in the real world? It was her wisdom. Her insight. Her voice. Her love. Mother, now I've lost you twice.

I knew her spirit was trapped. I knew she needed to be set free. But how could I? Of course she found a way to help me. One last time. No, I will not cry. Not yet. Not until all my work is done.

Now the Heart contains a different spirit. A different voice. Delilah Copperspoon, spinner of lies, thief of thrones. Delilah the selfish, cunning and cruel.

The Duke of Karnaca.

With the death of Duke Abele, I am nearing the completion of my quest. They say revenge is only for the foolish. That those who seek it end up destroying themselves. Yet, I feel a sense of accomplishment. I'm one step closer to reclaiming my throne. To saving my father. There’s really only one person standing in my way now.

Not so long ago I would have gladly thrust a dagger into Duke Abele's chest. But a more subtle opportunity presented itself, and I took it. The Duke still lives, but they dragged him away, thinking he was his own political double, gone mad. And the Duke's actual double? I think he'll be a much better Duke than the real one ever was. People will never know why their ruler suddenly gained wisdom, or took on a kinder tone. And maybe they'll wonder why Empress Emily changed just as suddenly. I'm not the same person I was two months ago.

Now there’s only one more task, before I can rest. Corvo, my father, I am coming.

Leaving Serkonos.

No one left to rule Serkonos. I made sure of that. Of course the people will sort it out eventually. They always do. In a few years someone will emerge from the chaos and take over the Grand Palace. People tire of bloodshed after a while, and they'll accept their new Duke or Duchess, whoever they are. Or maybe the people will burn the Grand Palace to the ground, then invent something new. I'm curious to see what they come up with.

I've thought a long time about who should rule Serkonos. But in the end, there is no one I trust more than my father, Corvo Attano. Some may raise an eyebrow at my choice, but I believe it's what is best for the people. Corvo was born in Serkonos, and that's where he'll stay. He has sacrificed so much for the Empire, he deserves the position and the respect. My father, the Duke of Serkonos.

I don't worry for Serkonos. I've met many good, capable people. People who have been working on behalf of the country as best they could. With the real Luca Abele out of the way, I'm certain they'll manage to restore the rule of law, and with it some of the happiness they've lost. And I'll help them the best I can as soon as I am back on the throne.

Byrne is going to be important to the future in Serkonos. The Overseers have been claiming they can bring order to the nation, if given more power. Well, I just opened the gates of the Grand Palace for them. I'm curious to see what they do with it. How will the Vice Overseer change things. I just hope they'll remember my idea of order might not be the same as theirs. I'm a heretic after all, whether they know it or not.

Paolo will probably lead in Serkonos. I admit helping him was an unorthodox choice. But he has the trust of the people, and the Howlers are more than just a street gang. They have their own trade routes. Their own code of ethics. I'll be curious to see if they can improve conditions here. I might even lend them my support when I've retaken my throne.

Back to Dunwall.

Dunwall. My home. Terrible things, no doubt, happened here since I left. Since I was forced to leave. Will the city be in ruins? The people terrified, hiding in their homes?

Am I trying to reassure myself, imagining the worst? What if I found the city in better shape than I left it? Delilah doing a better job than I did?

No, I don't think it will be the case. I know Delilah. And I know myself better now. I feel guilty for all the things I could've done better before this all started. For being an Empress not many people thought was worth fighting for.

I don't know what I'll see. But whatever has happened to my city, I mustn't let grief or anger cloud my thoughts. Because the destruction of Dunwall won't be weighing heavily on Delilah's mind.

She must know I’ll be coming for her. She's watched from afar as one after another of her allies have been removed from my path. Does she feel vulnerable? Or was this her plan all along?

Corvo's log entries

A Long Day in Dunwall

New year.

For most people, a new year means renewed hope and promises. Me, I just hate the memories that get dredged up. Today, 3rd Day of the Month of Earth, would have been Jessamine's birthday. We used to take a skiff out on the river before dawn, bringing a good bottle of sparkling wine, just to take a few moments to watch the sun rise together. Alone for a while, before she got caught up in her duties for the day.

All these years later, why am I still thinking about it?

The Anniversary.

The worst time of year. These weeks leading up to the anniversary of Jessamine's murder. I run through it all again. If I'd just been there a moment sooner, or known more about Daud. If I'd been just a bit stronger, faster, smarter. If. If. One moment she was here. Then next, in my arms, slipping away. Nothing I could do. Yes, I still grieve. The whole world still grieves. And so we mark the day she was murdered with somber speeches and trumpets.

The Month of Harvest can't come soon enough.

Edge of the World

Dishonored

Feels like it did all those years ago. Jessamine. And me, just a moment too late. Now Emily. This witch, Delilah. The most powerful magic I've ever seen. She tore away the Outsider's Mark and made Emily into stone. I will find a way to undo it, and to undo Delilah herself, along with her accomplice, Duke Abele. Somehow I'll make sure they pay for what they've done to Emily. I've dealt with that weasel Ramsey for a start. But thanks to Delilah and the Duke, the whole Empire thinks I'm the "Crown Killer."

But for now I'm on a boat, heading away from Dunwall, toward my homeland. Seems absurd to write it down. The captain is Meagan Foster. Says she's friends with Anton Sokolov, the old Royal Physician. I have no choice but to trust her. For now. We sail to Serkonos. At least it gives me time to think. I need a plan. A plan to save Emily and pull Delilah from the throne she stole.

The Void

I'd almost forgotten the way it feels to walk in the Void. That sickening sensation, like falling. Like being abandoned by everything you've ever known. And the Outsider. Those dead eyes of his. Limitless black.

Of course he offered me the same gift. I thought I might refuse just to let him know I won't be a part of his games. But then I remembered Emily, trapped by Delilah's magic. So I took it. Anything I can use against the Duke and Delilah. Anything to defeat them and save my daughter. If this gift comes with a price, I just hope it's not too steep.

And what will his other gift cost me? Jessamine's beloved voice, trapped in the same strange contraption that kept me company fifteen years ago. I've been trying to forget it, but it is comforting to be able to talk to her again. And yet, it's not entirely the person I knew anymore.

We've finally arrived in Karnaca. I haven't seen the city in years. Nobody's waiting for me there. Neither the people nor the Duke.

I had hoped this time would be different. That I wouldn't be pulled into the Void, to the Outsider. I'd almost forgotten. Those dead eyes of his. Limitless black.

Of course he offered me the same gift. Power. That's what this is all about, isn't it? I was tempted. But then I thought about the Duke and Delilah. Their lust for control over the world, over others. The way she smiled when she took away my Mark. I won't be like them. So I refused. I think he was surprised. Maybe even disappointed. Good. Maybe he'll be bored with me. Leave me alone from now on.

But his other gift I couldn't refuse. Jessamine's beloved voice, trapped in the same strange contraption that kept me company fifteen years ago. I've been trying to forget it, but it is comforting to be able to talk to her again. And yet, it's not entirely the person I knew anymore.

We've finally arrived in Karnaca. I haven't seen the city in years. Nobody's waiting for me there. Neither the people nor the Duke.

Investigating Addermire Institute.

I've been watching Meagan Foster closely. For now I've decided to trust her. Without her I'd probably be like Emily, trapped by Delilah's magic. So for now this boat captain is my only ally. Even if she's hiding something.

I hope Anton Sokolov will be joining us soon. The greatest mind the Empire has ever known. Famous for his paintings and his fondness for King Street Brandy.

He's managed to get himself abducted by the Crown Killer.

Meagan Foster says he was last seen being dragged toward Addermire Institute. My guess is the killer is a patient, maybe he needs some treatments. But how could a murderous lunatic be able to come and go to do the Duke's dirty business? The Chief Alchemist there is Alexandria Hypatia. I've heard only good things about her. But if she knows anything, I'll make her talk.

The Clockwork Mansion

The Crown Killer is no more. Next: Jindosh.

So Duke Abele was behind the Crown Killer. He used Alexandria Hypatia's own serum to turn her into a murderer. Not a bad plan. Turn everyone against Emily first, then execute a coup. So I've put an end to it. Hypatia's dead, and the Crown Killer died with her.

Sokolov isn't at Addermire Institute. He's been taken to the home of Kirin Jindosh. A rival Natural Philosopher, Grand Inventor, maker of the Clockwork Soldiers. Professional jealousy, or something more sinister? I've seen Jindosh's killing machines in action at Dunwall Tower, and I can't allow Delilah to have such an ally.

Alexandria Hypatia. They call her the savior of the miners. Duke Abele used the doctor's own serum against her. Turned her into an instrument of fear and death. But I was able to cure her. The Crown Killer is gone forever. Still, Hypatia knows what she's done, what that serum released in her. And there's no cure for that except time.

Sokolov wasn't at the Addermire Institute. He's been taken by a rival Natural Philosopher. Kirin Jindosh, Grand Inventor, maker of the Clockwork Soldiers. They say Jindosh is more ambitious and more twisted than Sokolov ever was. Fine. But Sokolov is the greatest mind the Empire has ever known. And I want him on my side, because if he's working for Jindosh, it might be very, very bad.

The Dreadful Wale. What a weird name.

This boat makes sleep hard to come by. I'd prefer being tossed by a storm to the endless lapping of inconsequential waves. I remember sailing from nation to nation during the Rat Plague all those years ago. Jessamine, so hopeful. Counting on me to negotiate help from the other Isles. Thinking I had skills in diplomacy. Thinking others saw in me what she alone saw.

I failed her. And I failed her again on my return. Now it's Emily who needs me. But I'm older. I can feel it. Like a heaviness. Sand in my joints.

I miss my daughter. At least she was there during the bad days. Drawing and telling stories in the Hound Pits Pub.

The Royal Conservatory

Sokolov is safe.

I killed Kirin Jindosh, the greatest mind in the Empire. He worked for Delilah and Duke Abele. His killing machines were part of the conspiracy that took my Emily, and stole her throne. Now there will be no more Clockwork Soldiers. I hope that gets the Duke's attention.

And there's more good news. I was able to rescue Anton Sokolov. I hope his mental capacities are better than his physical state. He can barely walk. I wonder if the old man has much time left. Enough time to help me take back Dunwall? I hope so.

In the end it wasn't me who stopped Kirin Jindosh, it was his own vanity. He built a machine to destroy intellect, hoping perhaps to use it on a rival like Sokolov. Jindosh never imagined it would be used on his own mind. The greatest intellect of our day, reduced to that of a confused child. So there will be no more Clockwork Soldiers. That part of Duke Abele's plan is ruined. I bet that gets his attention.

And I've rescued Anton Sokolov. What's left of him anyway. The man has aged since last I saw him. The intellect is still there. I hope. But physically he struggles in every way. To walk. To eat. To piss. Conditions on the boat exasperate his discomfort. Still, there's nothing to be done. For now the Dreadful Wale is our only home.

Delilah in the Void .

I was in the Void, only this time it wasn't the Outsider who met me there. It was Delilah Copperspoon. She's grown in power somehow, and wanted me to see things through her eyes. She showed me her mother, left to die in a debtor's prison. And Jessamine, her half-sister, pampered in the luxury of her palace, Dunwall Tower. Silks, fine tutors, grand feasts, while Delilah hid in the kitchen. Their shared father, Emperor Euhorn Kaldwin, with his empty promises. Telling Delilah she'd be a princess too, and soon. This was the past as she wanted me to see it. I wish I knew if it were all lies. Some of it has the ring of truth.

Breanna Ashworth is my next target.

Breanna Ashworth, curator at the Royal Conservatory. I don't think she's from Karnaca originally. I've seen evidence of her visits to Jindosh's mansion, and Sokolov confirmed that she's one of Delilah's lieutenants. I wonder if she keeps the same sort of surprises up her sleeves. Sokolov heard conversations about a device being built under Ashworth's supervision, the Oraculum. Something tells me it has nothing to do with the artistic enlightenment of the masses. An after-hours visit to the Royal Conservatory will give me the answers I need.

Dust District

What happened three years ago?

Breanna Ashworth and Delilah were infiltrating the minds of the Sisters of the Oracular Order. Influencing the visions they send to the High Overseer, and through him, to all the Abbey faithful across the Empire. But I put a stop to that.

I must admit, I'm impressed by Delilah's delusions of grandeur. Is she dreaming of being worshipped the way some occultists worship the Outsider? I'm worried about what I'll find back in Dunwall. I hope Emily is all right.

Anyway, I killed Ashworth. Without Delilah's right hand, hopefully her coven in Karnaca will be broken.

I also learned that Ashworth organized some kind of séance for Delilah, three years ago. I'm getting close to understanding Delilah's immortality. It happened in the manor of a mine baron named Aramis Stilton. I'll pay him a visit.

Breanna Ashworth and Delilah were infiltrating the minds of the Sisters of the Oracular Order. Influencing the visions they send to the High Overseer, and through him, to all the Abbey faithful across the Empire. But I put a stop to that.

I must admit, I'm impressed by Delilah's delusions of grandeur. Is she dreaming of being worshipped the way some occultists worship the Outsider? I'm worried about what I'll find back in Dunwall. I hope Emily is all right.

Anyway, Ashworth is no longer a witch. Her connection to Void magic is broken, and hopefully now Delilah's coven in Karnaca will be broken.

I also learned that Ashworth organized some kind of séance for Delilah, three years ago. I'm getting close to understanding Delilah's immortality. It happened in the manor of a mine baron named Aramis Stilton. I'll pay him a visit.

Meagan Foster

Meagan Foster admitted that she knew Breanna Ashworth from years back. Ashworth, who's has been part of the Delilah's coven of witches for a long time. I can't quite put it all together. But there's something. I've noticed Meagan won't look me in the eye.

I want to trust her, and I'm grateful for her help. But do I really know anything about her?

Can't sleep.

My father died when I was so young. And I hated him for it. Of all things, a lumber accident. It seemed like such a foolish end. I could never forgive him. I hated him for leaving me without a father. As if it was the worst thing in the world.

Now I know better. It's taken all this time to understand. It is so much worse to lose a child. Emily, I am coming for you. No matter what, I will come for you.

The Grand Palace

The Dust District.

My lungs are still burning. I thought the coughing wouldn't stop. Meagan's fermented shark broth helped a bit.

Did I know things had gotten this bad in Batista over the last few years? Did Emily know? How many more people have to grow up calling it the Dust District? I have no answers.

I never liked the Abbey much, even ended the previous High Overseer's career myself. But I today I helped Vice Overseer Byrne and the Overseers. I brought Paolo to Byrne, who now has a chance to change things in the city. Without the constant fighting, maybe some of the suffering will stop.

My lungs are still burning. I thought the coughing wouldn't stop. Meagan’s fermented shark broth helped a bit.

Did I know things had gotten this bad in Batista over the last few years? Did Emily know? How many more people have to grow up calling it the Dust District? I have no answers.

As long as the Howlers and the Overseers kept fighting, the people of the district were going to suffer. So I delivered Vice Overseer Liam Byrne to Paolo. Now the Howlers will have the upper hand. Had I not been sent to Dunwall when I was eighteen, I could've ended up as one of them. Paolo is sincere when he says he wants to help the people. I hope I've put my faith in the right person.

My lungs are still burning. I thought the coughing wouldn't stop. Meagan's fermented shark broth helped a bit.

Batista was in worse shape than I thought. The Dust District they call it, but the problem isn't just the bad air. It's the stress of living in constant fear, constant danger from the fighting between the Howlers and the Overseers. Now that I've gotten rid of Liam Byrne and Paolo, I'm hoping things will be a little quieter. Both men were willing to sacrifice the lives of everyone in the district for power. So they both deserved what they got.

But I still don't feel good about it. This is where I grew up. My home. Duke Luca Abele is going to pay.

My lungs are still burning. I thought the coughing wouldn't stop. Meagan’s fermented shark broth helped a bit.

Batista was in worse shape than I thought. The Dust District they call it, but the problem isn't just the bad air. It's the stress of living in constant fear, constant danger from the fighting between the Howlers and the Overseers. No way I could choose one side or the other. So I rejected the setup and found my own solution.

But I still don't feel good about it. This is where I grew up. My home. Duke Luca Abele is going to pay. When Emily is Empress again, she can visit. We can do something to help people.

Delilah's secret.

Aramis Stilton never meant to get caught up in all this, but he played a key role: He supplied the Duke's inner circle with a place to hatch their greatest scheme.

In Stilton's home, I could see both the past and the present. I watched a séance, during which Delilah Copperspoon's spirit was brought out of the Void, where she was trapped, and into our world. I saw the witch Breanna Ashworth bind Delilah's spirit to an effigy made of bone, which was then given to Duke Abele to guard.

This is the secret to Delilah's immortality. It is also the secret to her undoing. I just haven't worked out all the details yet.

Death to the Empress

A farewell.

Goodbye, Jessamine. We knew this time would come. But I lost more than just your spirit. I am less than I was. I can feel it. Did you take part of me with you when you fled the cage of your Heart? My friend. My lover and confidant. My Empress.

A different spirit is now trapped within the Heart. Delilah Copperspoon's spirit. Jealous, angry, selfish. I have no use for this type of counsel.

The Duke of Karnaca.

The Duke is dead. That look in his eyes, as he was dying. The very moment he knew that he had lost. That's what I've been working toward this whole time. That expression. So close now to saving Emily. To finishing what Delilah Copperspoon and Duke Abele started when they stole the throne. It will all be over soon. One way or another.

For weeks now all I've wanted is to the kill Duke Abele. But that's not what I did. I think Jessamine would approve. The Duke's political double is in charge now, and the real Luca Abele is under care for his illness at Addermire, raving about being the real Duke.

Now someone who was not born to the aristocracy will rule over Serkonos. An interesting idea. In time, the people will forget the selfish, cruel man who lorded over them for so long, and they'll learn to trust the man they see as Duke Luca Abele. The mirror image on the outside, but wholly different within. One last task now. Hold on Emily, I'm so close.

Leaving Serkonos.

No one in Karnaca deserved to rule. So I left no one in charge. They'll have to fight it out. It may take a few years, but someone will eventually emerge and rise to the top. They always do. And the people won't care who it is. They'll be tired of bloodshed by then. Or maybe they'll manage without anyone ruling them from the Grand Palace. Who knows.

I've thought a lot about this. As odd as it is to imagine, there is only one person fit to take on the responsibilities of the Grand Palace and rule Serkonos. And that person is me. "Duke Corvo Attano". When Emily is restored in Dunwall, I'll support her from the South, and the Empire will be stronger and more stable than ever before. In Karnaca, we'll manage silver mining while keeping the miners safe. And I'll finally be home again, after all these years.

I'm leaving Serkonos, but I've met many good, capable people. People who have been working on behalf of the nation, the best they could. With the original Luca Abele out of the way, I'm certain they'll manage to restore order, and bring back the spirit of the place. I'd like to come back some day. Maybe stay for a while. This is where I was born. Is it where I belong, in the end? It's warm here, and the food is good. I like the smell of salty air mixed with spices.

I don't really like the Overseers. All that talk about the Seven Strictures and burning heretics. But Liam Byrne seems different. I sense in him the desire to be a good leader. To serve the people and do what's best for the nation. He's probably taking the upper hand in Karnaca right now. I hope helping him was the right choice.

Leaving Serkonos again. Just like all those years ago. When I grow tired, I think I'd like to return. I wonder if the Howlers are going to take over. Helping Paolo was not a typical choice. But he took a street gang and turned them into something more. They understand the hardships here. And the people. I'm curious to see what they do with the place.

Back to Dunwall.

Dunwall. My other home. Full of memories, now tainted by someone else's power fantasies.

I can't wait to give Delilah her nasty spirit back and be done with it. I still don't know how much of what she claims is falsehood.

It's true that she has some of Jessamine’s traits. It hurts to admit that because I don't want to see Jessamine in anyone, except Emily. And I see so much of Jessamine in our daughter. Not only physical resemblances. The sad frown when someone tells a mean joke. The sweet smirk to Wyman during the council meeting, when she thinks nobody's watching. The sharpness in her eyes when she argues with natural philosophers twice her age.

I want to bring that light back into her eyes, undo Delilah's darkness. How many times did Emily tell me she wasn't a porcelain doll, when we were training? Always asking for more, smiling at the bruises and scratches. I want to watch her press the attack again, screaming at me in exhilaration. I want her to be alive again. My little girl.

Location

The book is located on the desk in the guest quarters aboard the Dreadful Wale, but can also be accessed from the journal at any time.

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