 Good day, my fortunate, darling, little viewer. It is I, Philip Magnus, back with some more dishonourt. This time around, I am... done. Finito. With the campaign, with the main campaign, that is. However, I have never, ever in my life touched the knife of Dunwall or the Bridgemoor witches. And that's what I'll be doing in the following videos. So I'll be taking command of... Daught. Oh my. So exciting. So very, very exciting. New game. Veteran. A moderately challenging experience. Enemies inflict more damage and have cleaner perceptions. Elite. Well, I'm going to go with that, and I think... I do not want to die hundreds of thousands of times after all. Let us see what will happen. None like her. You can't forget what you've done. Killing the Empress and handing her daughter Emily to the Lord Vigint haunts you. Oh, that's good to know. I always like to be told by writing prompts... I know a job shouldn't have mattered. I'd killed nobles before. ...when I'm bothered by things. You could float a whaling ship on the high-born blood of spilled. Another noble steps in to replace the last one. All equally corrupt. Why should an Empress be different? Why indeed. But she was. Well, maybe because she is an Empress. I watched her bodyguard's face as they took him away. Dead eyes. I knew I'd pay for this one. Maybe I deserved to. Ooh. A storm. What a lovely perspective change. Well, I did kill Mother in front of her child. No way! So that does not bother even... Even the hardcore assassin as I. Power blink. Hmm. Where have I seen that one? Move rapidly from place to place unnoticed. You can move horizontally as well as vertically and aim at ledges to climb over them. Then will freeze if you stop moving while you aim even mid-jump. Ha! This gives you time to plan an escape or perform feats like changing direction in mid-air. Hold... All right. While targeting at a spherical mark indicates where you will end up. The freeze time release all the movement controls including space bar. Oh my! I'm super awesome! I can stop time just by blinking! Use blink to reach the painting area. Okay, so I've got void gaze. See runes and charms through walls. Power void gaze. All right. So I do not have a heart. Instead I have the void gaze. Level 2 shows you important items through solid walls like security devices, ammo, coins and keys as well as living beings. You can also see there fields of view as well as a visual representation of the sounds you make. Oh me oh my! I am excited! It is visually no different from that view option that I used to have in with Corvo. It's a mixture between the heart and that other thing. So if I teleport now... All right. So I just needed to know whether I could try and teleport mid-blink. That's where I fell. That's all right. Any treasures? Runes? Bonechams? Anything Sarah? And I suppose not. Let's see then. Bright! So so bright. Ha ha! Outside the... ...buddy! I did not know that! So... Which Corvo? There will be ten of us? I don't think so. There will be ten of us? Spoilers dude! Thanks. Here's the best. Just the best. Wait a second... I remember a song in a Christopher Walken movie. She was my woman. A captain of industry. Bundry Rotwald is a ruthless businessman who owns a slaughterhouse in the fleet of wailing ships. Mmm, yum! Including a ship called the Delilah. All right. So not a woman then. Infiltrate the Rotwald slaughterhouse and find out what's behind the name. For six months the city writhed and changed. For six months I tried to forget what I'd done to the Empress and her little girl. But there was no forgetting. I needed to find my next move. But all I had was that name Delilah. Who was she? A threat. She was my woman. Word came from my second in command, Billy Lurk. In a house built on secrets. His name is Lurk? Especially good at uncovering them. There was a ship built on Delilah. That hunted whales for Bundry Rotwald. A former deckhand who'd made good. Now he owned a slaughterhouse and he ran his workers like a prison gang. It could be a coincidence. But it's not. In Dunwall things are always tangled up like a bag of snakes. I really like having a protagonist who can actually speak. As doored you can use your network of spies and corrupt merchants to purchase equipment and upgrades before each mission. You can also pay for special favors. These favors can have a variety of effects in the mission such as granting access to equipment, car shays or revealing secret information. Oh me oh my. Let's see then. I've got two thousand coins. All right I will take this. Silent sabotage disconnecting the valves. The solid rune, a bribed laborer will misplace a rune he found a crate. Full of old scrimshaw bound for the Academy of National Philosophy. The rune will be hidden in the sewer that spills out into the river. I'll take the rune. Thank you very much and safe coat. I guard over her the coat to the safe in the shipping office and will etch it on the wall. Sure I love etchings of codes and things and beautiful little bastards. Bone charm capacity. Wristbow accuracy. Oh I do not have a crossbow. I have a wristbow. How curious. So shall I go assassin full on again? Seems to be... Hmm let's decide. Chokedest capacity. Let's take this. What is chokedest anyway? A non-little grenade that temporarily disables enemies. This powerful irritant can be turned creating a noxious cloud. The effects of enemies will be temporarily blinded and disabled. Excellent. Range accuracy. Combat sleep dart. Oh well. I suppose I might as well take a few more. See. Perfect. I did not take a single rewire tool. Mission clues. Mission clues. Boundary rot world is a rothless businessman. Yeah yeah yeah. Blink and void gaze alone. I expected more powers, more abilities. Seems like I will have to unlock... Sound. You're here. I got bored so I started without you. Lurk is out here. I thought we're here on the perfect day. There's a strike at the plant and it's no wonder. Rothweil runs this place like a prison. The stupid workers can't even get in without a time card. When the strike started, the butchers confiscated all the cards they could find. They've given the city watch free reign to use force. If you ever wondered why I wanted out of the slums, here's your answer. There'll be a poison I'm sure of. You don't mind if I tag along, right? Just to keep an old man safe. One last thing. I found something for you. I know you collect these. I'll be number one last time you need me. Ooh, summon assassin. Yum. Bend time. Shadow kill. Shadow kill is good, but I think I'm going to go with summon assassin. Just because I have always wanted to summon assassins. Hers doors summon our eyes to join in combat. If you target an enemy, the assassin will attack that character first and move on to other nearby enemies. If the assassin is summoned with nobody nearby to attack, you will stick around for a while before disappearing. So don't suppose I can pass anywhere from here. Right. I can't quite decide whether... See, for some reason, I'm not quite certain how far this teleport goes. It's not as easy to tell as Corvo's. The Levitan's sorrow. Little is known of Bakotty, credited with the series of pamphlets arguing against the whaling trade while he is gifted his views and nonsense and threatened the economic interpennings of the empire. First, enslavement. On the breeding and husbanding of whales versus hunting the beasts in the wild after a natural and free life cycle, Bakotty offers no solutions for where these massive malevolent creatures might be pastured. Second, dissolution. Laments under the destruction of social bonds between herd members. Bakotty actually uses the term families. Third, harmony. Drivel on the aesthetic wonder of what is in reality the great and terrible ocean that ever threatens to swallow us. Includes arguments on the gentle nature of the brutes a notion refuted by seaman who returned to shore wide-eyed with tales of the whales savagery. And fourth, disruption. Here Bakotty is on his weakest footing, issuing up-favourish warnings against the displacement or transference of natural beasts from their native environment. Yes, yes, yes, I do, I do. All right, so I got my first kill, like the biggest of noobs. No worries though, never too late to make up for it. Whoa, he actually... I have absolutely forgotten how to play this in the month that I have taken over the game. Well, less than a month, really. Or is it? Anyway, we need to rid the sewer of the rat infestation. Make sure you set this crate of potted meat aside so we can lace it with rat poison. After it is poisoned, take it down to the dock so we can get it into the sewers below. Captain Galloway. Good grief, Captain. Someone taught me not to poison people with meat. All right, I gotta use some food in some manner. Not this way, but perhaps that way shall prove to have my answers. Send us food, not bullets. Well, sorry to respond, but I'm not really in the food business. I am, however, in the stabby-stabby business. So maybe I can remedy your situation by killing your oppressive, foolish town guards? Wait a moment, I think I forgot something. Goodbye, butcher. Oh, it's a pleasure to. Meat, death, bones and stong. Four of my favorite things. Leona looks worried when I come home at night. She's looking for that spark. Our love, the life we had just two years ago. All our ambitions. But the more she pulls at me, the more I resent her. The more I bury, bury all that. When her father was killed at the carriage station, I gave up my studies at the Academy of Natural Philosophy. So mismanaged were their finances, with so many deaths in areas that her mother and younger brothers would have been ruined had I not. My work feeds us all and keeps the rent paid so that shriveled old leech. When right, when right. I hate this work, but in the time of plague, it takes all one's efforts to stay afloat of the desperation. The blood and the rats. They are bribes that must be paid to the Lord Regent's City Watch in Barrister, Arnold Timbs dead. Countess, offend the wrong bureaucrats, and your home is seized and you're off to the fleet of district. So it falls to me. Every day I drive my screaming saw into the beast's eyes wide open. I studied them for years at the Academy and on my trips into the field. Now, working the slaughterhouse, the wrongness is like a wound in my head. The first months I worked in a number state, then my predominant mood was anger. Now, the wound is scabbing over and on some days I feel a kind of power. My entire existence is meat. All that is in my mind is meat, death, bones and song. The terrifying songs they come to me in my sleep now. I look into the great high as I take away life slowly. There's a kind of deep connection with the beast knowing I'll be coming back again and again, removing pieces for hours, sometimes days. They sing for us a funeral lament that causes me to tremble. Leanna and I still share a bed, but the more she tries to make me feel something, the more I recede. The person I was is dead now. That was more difficult than you might think. Yeah, I really should start crawling on my legs, crawling in any way possible come to think of it. Oh, hey, little fella. Sorry, don't like rats. Killing Empresses bothers me. Rats, not so much. There we go. Let's see what does this do? Oh, robust potions give you moderately more health. That is, I think, very useful indeed. Yum, and money. I am glad that I came back now. Oh, more money and more food. Oh, what a clever lad I am. Let us see then. Can I teleport? Yep. As I can. Let us be back to the mission at hand. Man entrance, safe code. Of course. Perhaps hiding your body away shall serve you good, some little butcher. I don't suppose I can get past over this. Seem unable. Yep. Yep. Certainly beyond my current blinking capabilities. But perhaps from here. Oi! There was an arrow. Bloody root. Whatever you are. Is that air conditioning? What I hate the most is that right now I cannot see people with this ability. I need to upgrade it ASAP. You know honestly, I should have done so with my very first rune. But it is, I am afraid, far too late for regrets. However, it is never too late for killing soldiers. Soldier, there is some food. Dammit, I do not have zoom either. Now how do I reach all the way up there? Perhaps from here, here and there. Yeah, let's try. Did not mean to do that, mind. No. I never do. Sneaky sneaky, shaders back in town. Oh, how can I resist such an opportunity at an assassination? That was so awesome! That was so awesome! The state is a capital offence, loot metallurgy, whale collection and refinement, security services and selected legal and clerical specializations. Consult the city barrister for clarification and enforcement. Two five seven. So, all right, the save is excellent. We are making progress, lads. Two five seven, right? I should probably remember that. Oh, someone is threatening me. I'm so so scared. Yes, yes, yes, you did. I should probably dump the body below. Into the green. Oh, no. So now I have an even better time frame of one. Exactly, this is happening. Is anyone coming? Maybe. Safe, safe, safe, safe, safe. Two five seven, two five seven. Two, one, two, three, four, five. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Inget sleepdarts. Piede spiritual remedy. Time card. Oh, you really didn't have to. And small scale explosive refinement. Collect blueprints to unlock new upgrades and equipment. And then start with the next mission. Lovely. Listen, all right, time to send the messages. What I love to do. Well, this is not quite the message I meant to send. It's impressive how his leg is enough to keep him. Dude, he's going to have one hell of a wake-up call. This game, this game is the real deal. Let's read the book, shall we? Slaughterhouse row. For more than two decades, a small number of slaughterhouses sat along the Renhaven, out of way from the finer quarters of Dunwall, due to the blood rats and stench associated with processing meat. Independent whaling ships brought it. Oops, sorry. Brought in the occasional levaton and barges delivered herds of blood oxen. What I would like to know is what a levaton looks like. An individual slaughterhouse might fall due to mismanagement, but the numbers stayed roughly the same, producing the meat, leather and grease byproducts needed across the capital city. Only when the Roseberry processing treatment was discovered, did the whaling trade begin to rise in prominence, driven by the many new users. For a much more volatile, refined whale oil, including military and security users, early into Emperor's Jessamine Caldwin's brief reign, the well-known inventor, natural philosopher Anton Sokolov, introduced a series of devices that would begin to see deployment across Dunwall. Directed by the Royal Spymaster, Haram Burrows, this lucrative turn of events, the number of slaughterhouses quadrupled, and the demand for fresh whales increased proportionately. Many districts immediately adjacent to what was suddenly known as Slaughterhouse Row, began to change as families moved away to avoid the industrial fumes and the awful runoff produced by the processing plant. Crime grew overnight, forcing the City Watch to redouble its efforts against Dunwall's gangs. Fascinating stuff lads and ladies. Or lasses, whichever one you prefer, really.