Fathis Munk posted:

Doesn't she always talk about someone taking her to balls though? In my mind that was always about the outsider.

I might be mixing stuff up, it's been a while.

"The Journal of Granny Rags" posted:

[Excerpt from the ramblings of a street denizen]

Of course I’ll tell you, dearie. I won’t keep any secrets from you in the end. All the dreary days of my life are like the windows of a house. From the kitchen, I can see out into the garden where the leaves and stalks are brown and bug-eaten. You can see a little lump of dirt where something was wrapped in a blanket and laid to rest along the rows of twisting vines.

The front room looks out into the street, where the neighbors are all setting fire to their homes, barricading themselves inside. Warm and snug, dearie.

Don’t forget about the bedroom, either. It sees into a dreary alley, where hooligans are playing a game with an old man. The first two are hitting him with sticks and the girl with them is kicking at his dry, old ribs. Oh, to have those bones, to boil them in a pot.

No one lives in my house anymore dearie. No one you’d want to meet.

When I lived there with my husband, we were fine, fine people. Vera Moray, everyone would say, your house is as grand as Boyle Manor. Better even. Your dinners are lavish and your parties are the best.

When that young Sokolov came to paint my portrait I was nearly still in my prime. Radiant, he said, and he was just barely a man, so young, painting all the best people across the land. Everyone wanted a portrait by his hand, all my friends. I was the only one, dearie, wet with his paint, glistening on the canvas for a pretty coin.

But it wasn’t all parties and paintings. My husband and I weren’t always at home, no. We traveled together, he and I, to the far ends of the Isles. Beyond even, all the way to the red cliffs of Pandyssia, to dig in the rock and crawl through the caves, holding up candles and squinting at the walls. Many precious things we came upon, but none so precious as the boy with the black eyes, dearie. All those marks and bones, carved so deep and polished so bright.

I brought the old bones home. Hid them from my dear husband. Then I learned to boil them and carve them myself. They made such good presents, dearie. The little mute boy took them home. He loved them so. All the time he came back with new bones for me, holding them up so I could see it in his eyes, even though his tongue was still. Granny, his eyes would say to me, carve these bones for me. Make me another present. And he went so far, so far, all the way to Dunwall Tower, the Royal Headsman himself now. My little mute boy and his shiny, shiny sword.

Better bones were what I needed, you see. Better bones to carve and polish, scrape and gleam. My dear old husband was always tired. I made him soup and then he was sick. Better bones, was all. For my little mute boy, carved in the name of the one with the black eyes. And after my husband was gone, given away as birthday gifts, I didn’t want to live there any more.

So now I’m old and don’t have many to give my presents to. It’s sifting through the garbage for Granny Rags, and feeding the little birdies that gather at my feet. No one wants to have tea, dearie. Especially those rude louts on Bottle Street. Slackjaw and his boys, always meddling with an old woman just trying to make her way.

In the end we’ll be together with him. You and me in the dreary night with the stars above and below. And always the one with the black eyes, dearie.

Brainamp posted:

Fun Fact: That book is only available if you pre-ordered the game.

SpookyLizard posted:

Yeah, the Outsider specifically says that they're bearing his mark. Dauds many assassins' don't have the mark, but they did learn how to blink. Granny Rags definitely knows a lot but does she just worship the outsider, or is she marked? And considering that some of those people, much like that boy, Daud, and Corvo, have all died, or are all going to die soon, or are at serious risk of an imminent death, that low number doesn't surprise me.

Llab posted:

Do you mean in-game? It also shows up for GOTY owners. That, and a billion charms I never use. Slackjaw's rise was also good.

Phobophilia posted:

SpookyLizard posted:

Daud and Corvo have access to an arsenal pretty much relevant to murder and sneakery, because that's what the Outsider has given them. Granny and the Witches have various different powers becasue they've figured them out or otherwise gained access to magic. It's never clearly stated just how anyone other than Corvo got their powers beyond "whale bone charms" and "rituals" and "the outsider". Just because people are visited by the outsider, or have magic powers, doesn't mean they have The Mark, which i kinda took to be one of the Outsider's Chosen. Someone otherwise non-magical or non-occult, who The Outsider was just like "here, have some loving magic" and let them get on to making life interesting. I don't think we see anyone else in the game whoa actually has a Mark besides Daud and Corvo, so it's hard to tell if other people have marks or if Daud's Whalers have a weaker version of said mark. It doesn't appear so, because the Marks apparently glow when using magic and Daud's will show through his glove.

tl;dr I'm pretty sure its not that there are eight magic users in the world, there are eight people that the Outsider finds super special interesting.

Sorites posted:

On a totally other note: This guy's handling of the duel in Lady Boyle's Last Party is the best thing I've ever seen in my entire goddamned life.

Sorites posted:

On a totally other note: This guy's handling of the duel in Lady Boyle's Last Party is the best thing I've ever seen in my entire goddamned life.

Orv posted:

I will promise one episode of DLC science, so make your ideas known now, that goes for anybody.

Also get better alcohol.

SpookyLizard posted:

It's a good thing I live real close to Total Wine.

SpookyLizard posted:

3.7 stars total wine reviewers? What the gently caress!

Glenlivet 12 year will always hold a special place in my heart, as it's the first whisky i ever really had. My friends bought me a bottle for my 21st.

SpookyLizard posted:

3.7 stars total wine reviewers? What the gently caress!

Glenlivet 12 year will always hold a special place in my heart, as it's the first whisky i ever really had. My friends bought me a bottle for my 21st.

Twiggymouse posted:

Lagavulin

Hannibal Rex posted:

Great, now I really want them to get Brian Cox for the Whiskey and Cigars DLC.

gregory posted:

Man, all this booze talk makes me kinda wish I could stomach any of that stuff. Unfortunately even a tiny sip of scotch, bourbon, or whiskey leaves me worse off than someone who's just been possessed by Corvo (normally because they die/get choked out immediately instead of vomiting for the next twelve hours).