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.
Run and hide, find the small places.
Still the huge eye sees!
The huge eye sees.
Drags us to the dark places, drags us to the cold.
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 Void is shifting, dynamic, a vast, ever-changing place which grasps at our world through every crack and fissure it can, from the wants of the living to the remains of the dead. We who cross the border see this hold on our very bodies. We who live upon the threshold know its nature.
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.
tools of the trade №23: The Jindosh Enigma Door
management and machinery
It looks familiar but I've never seen anything like it.
We who cross the border see this hold on our very bodies. We who live upon the threshold know its nature.