 Hello, hello, hello, I'm Philip Magnus and I'm back with more of this on it. Yes, I'm still playing that, don't ask about it. Anyway, last time as far as I remember I could not find that Throon, perhaps I will have more success looking from the inside out rather than the inside in. We'll see, we'll see. It would be nice if I were to find it since, you know, collectibles and all, precious, darling and very important, let's not forget. Ah, someone is suspicious, not to worry. We shall end you soon enough. Too late, unfortunately. I do enjoy this game of murder-killing murderers. It's also a very chic experience. You both seem to have something. Unfortunately, you did not manage to move as in scene as it would have, well, suited you and forced me to mine my manners and not to kill you. Happens to the best of us though. You'll earn my boy. Actually, no you won't because you are very dead. Oh, and I believe there is a secret or a multiple pathway somewhere around. No, none of that. Probably should use my dark vision. Just to be safe, just to be safe, safety is best when you're at rest. Oh, I do not know why I hit him like that. I was just only meant to assassinate him in the normal stabby stabby neck neck way. Why am I calling you a dust? Anyway, let's move along. Remain on watch and kill him if you can. Maybe you'll surprise us both. Oh, actually managed to notice me. Funny. Well, it's not well enough. Our daughter did so much fun stalking you. Is this how you protected the Empress? No, not quite. You think you can hide from a hunter of men? Well, yes. Yes, I do. I'm pretty good at this war. I know your footsteps, Corval. Hiding business. You could put a sleeper out in your mouth. Shall I? Should I? Happen. Or perhaps close and personal? As he did with the Empress. Sweet dreams, little assassin. What? All out of bloody hell. Fine, we'll be messy then. Wonder if you can survive this. Oh. Oh, my. Whoa. Nice. One mate. I think it's mine. Are you fighting for the men poisoned you to die? This is wonderful fun. Calm out. Calm out. Greetings, boys. That was annoying. Thank you, whoever you were, to have helped me. But it is. Whoa. Ha. I did believe my bullet got you first. Ah, Daud. You never stood a chance. I could have snuck up behind you and killed you. But I preferred to do it while watching you in the face. Killed all your men as well. Empress Jasmine Coldwyn. Hmm. I have read this one. Oh, have I read this one? Let's see. Before Slugjaw ran the streets in the Distillery District, there was no boss more ruthless, violent, or dedicated to squeezing the average citizens for coined and black salae. Like so many from Morley, she was pale-skinned and green-eyed, with hairs black as the void. They say that she started young, and as a girl, she'd stun a man with her looks, coming upon him in an alle, and then smiled one-sided smile and suddenly run him through with a knife. She'd have his money be on her way before he breeded his final breath. As a boss, she was worse. Riding over the meanest street gang, Dunwall had seen up to that time. Her operation touched everything from shipping to prostitution. She then had a racket going with the Baikis Guild. A finger in every pie, indeed. One man, watch Captain Jules Robin, married his mission to stop her, and kept the case going for half a decade. Black salae met her end when Robin had his men light smoke fires in barrels near the warehouse where she hid out during the day, as she and her gang rushed into the street, terrified the building was burning. Captain Robin and his stop officers through nets over them, and round them all through with blade and pistol shot. Well, that is quite entertaining. Let's just see then. Anything else? No, I suppose not. Oh, Daud is... Hello, Daud. I have one more surprise for you. I asked for my life. When I killed your Empress and took her daughter, something broke inside me. Now I see the design on the back of your hand, the mark of the outsider himself. And I remember all I've done. The years of waiting for the right moment to step forward from an alley, and drive a night between the ribs of some noble. All the money exchanging hands from one rich bastard or another. Killing for one of them one year, then being paid to kill him in return the next. I remember bending at the shrines, listening as the outsider whispered that I was going to change things, that I was somehow important. Felt good. Made me believe I was powerful. But what have I accomplished more than you have or much less? Now I want nothing but to leave this city and fade from the memory of those who reside here. I've had enough killing, so my life is in your hands. Make your choice. All right. I'll let you live. And you choose mercy, extraordinary. Indeed. That was fascinating. I will be completely honest. I had no idea that I could speak with Daught. I actually, the first and only time I played through this, I just went behind him and I put him to sleep. So I never had this conversation, which is, I won't lie. Absolutely freaking awesome. I'm so happy. So, so happy to have witnessed this. I think I'm going to go search for that room now. Oh, I don't believe I'm close. Please tell me there's nothing awful and creepy around. It's just so nervous, of course there is. But hey, let's loot the coinage. Since I have almost nothing left to do. Okay. So I still can't find the bloody way to this room. Nope. Nothing. Nada. Nuh-uh. I can't find it. And honestly, I cannot be bothered. Sorry, Rune. Oh, damn it. I should have used the heart on Daught. I'm betting that she would have told me that she could recognize her murderer, or what not. Maybe if I use it on his, like, study. They bring the bodies here with rough hands, rough hands and cages. Huh, I like this. That's a lot of assassination targets. Is that Granny Rags? Who would hire him to assassinate Granny Rags? That lovely, nice old woman. Yeah. She's not. Let's enter the tunnels then, shall we? What? I don't even know where the bloody tunnels are, apparently. Perhaps if I exit this way, I shall find them soon enough. Did I complete his crew up just now? I probably did. Bloody hell, I'm so bad at following maps. If you have an assignment that requires that you travel to Russia or get see me, I hold the key. All right, you do? Oh, oh. Obvious much. And hey, that's us where I will find the bloody Rune. There it is. There it is. All of this seeking the runes, and I ignore the obvious. Funny way to live my life, I agree. How many runes do I have? I have eight runes. Huh, that's a lot. Shall I stop time? Probably. Should I stop time? Probably not. The crew up the space time continuum, but hey, you know what? I don't care. All right. Do you believe I have missed no major runes as of this point? Let's see what awaits in the tunnel. Hey, what's up with the extra creepy music, mate? Yeah, of course, there's gonna be a rune there. Oh, lovely. Not long, you little rats. I'd call them brats, but really. No need for name calling. All right. So this is a ways off, isn't it? Honestly, I don't think there's anything living around here. Oh, you lads are so naive. Oh. I honestly don't think there is anything I can do to help you lads. Sorry about that. Let's see, how can I get there? That did not work. Hey, that did. Great job, mate. Uh-oh. Let me guess. Filled with drowners and whatever their name is. I don't know if there's not going to be a proper good path this way, so I will have to find another way. Yay. All of this looks very apocalyptic. I was all interested in joining the sick and diseased fellows. This here painting will not bring me a pity penny. What a pity. Maybe this way? It seems to be my only option currently. Oh, there we go. Good, good. Excellent. That's how you do it. The outsider walks among us. That's a very astute observation, I will admit. Let's see, where was that pretty little ruin of mine? What's in this house anyway? Shall we explore? Dead men, probably. Plenty of them, if I had to guess. All right, all right. I got it. Might as well leave now, I think. I'm going to save the game, just in case the fog kills me, which it shouldn't because there's water below. I teleported right above the burial mound. My bad. See, that's why I saved. Let's see that. Gradual fall will do the trick for me. See, far easier and less dead. Let's see now what should I kill these two. They're basically hell hazards at this point. Oh, fine, I won't. Talk about my better angels, why don't you? Are you two guys going to try and fight me? Oh, mission clues. The plague wagon returns to the Fluted District every few minutes, as I have already seen. Oi! What the... I'm going to steal it from you. I'm going to steal it from you too. Okay, so I need to get somewhere and jump to the wagon. Or, you know, just pass the barrier in some other way. Yeah, I'm going to take the wagon. I actually probably could go back to that building and jump from there straight into the wagon. Or at least teleport, right? Seems intuitive enough, I suppose. I should probably not do that. I mean, there is electricity running along the tracks. And I could get to higher ground without getting back in that horrible, murdery building. Come on, wagon. So how have you guys been? Been good? Feel like leaving a comment? No? No. That's fair, that's fair. No, don't think we have. But, last for you to ask. Making conversations is great. A great skill that not many have nowadays. Seriously, why is a bloody train? Done got all day. Got people to kill. Daughters to save. Don't think I will be able to make it from here. Not as I had hoped. But hey, know what? I'm going to get back to my latest save. Fine, fine, fine. Unnecessary damage, I know. Let's get back to this here building and try and get the Orient Dead Express. That was such an awful attempt at making a joke. See? Easy. Should have done that in the first place. Now hopefully I will not die horribly. Although, I should probably save again, just in case. Woop-de-dee-dee-da, woop-de-dee-dee. And probably missing all kinds of goodies. Yeah, I thought that might have happened. But that's okay. I can still use it to a point. I must admit, I have forgotten most of this level. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Dammit. Dammit! I need to land to be a better shot. I suppose.