Dust District

Three years ago Delilah was laying her plans. The Duke’s people gathered at the home of a mine baron named Aramis Stilton to commit some horror in her name. I need to know how they made her immortal. But where was I three years ago? Letting Emily day-dream through council meetings, teaching her fencing and back-alley fighting. I always expected an enemy we could put down with a sword. Soldiers, spies, assassins. Instead we got something else, beyond the pale. Beyond the natural world. Instead, we got hit by someone like me.

For several years, Delilah’s been here, getting stronger. Turning people against me. Why didn’t I see it coming? What was I doing during that time? Pretending to listen at court, ruling through an army of bureaucrats, waiting for the next chance to get free of Dunwall Tower. Well, now I’m free. If only I could go back. Aramis Stilton was once an ally of the Duke. The owner of Karnaca’s mines, Stilton lived in a fortified bunker at the heart of the Dust District. No one’s seen him for years, since around the time Delilah started making her moves. But whether Stilton’s alive or dead, his home holds the key to Delilah’s immortality.

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.

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, 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.

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.

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 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.