New Year.
We're starting a new year. Maybe 1852 will be less boring than 1851. I can't wait for Wyman to get back to Dunwall, we'll go to the abandoned mansion I discovered the other night, at the edge of Rudshore. Maybe I'll have time to turn it into a scary haunted house beforehand using sheets and hiding an old audiograph upstairs. Wyman would love that. We'll get spooked and hold hands, screaming and laughing.
Come on Emily you promised to be more serious and listen at court, and you're already planning your next escape. Let's start this diary again.
Proposals for a new decree on whale oil rationing and distribution.
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The Anniversary.
That time of year again - the anniversary of my mother's death. There's no real time for reflection, though. It's all security protocols. Menus. Quest lists. And it's impossible to slip out at night. I feel like a caged bird.
They've already got me memorizing this year's speech. It's endless! Would it be so terrible if I just said what I remember about her? That wink she gave me, even as she was scolding me, after I was caught climbing the statue of my grandfather. The sound of her footsteps as she paced at night. The time we shared a cabin on a boat trip to Driscol. Or the time she agreed to let Corvo teach me to fish, but then had to pull a hook from my arm. Now that would be a speech.
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Dishonored 2: The Journal of Emily Kaldwin
Short StoryThroughout the fantastic experience of playing through Dishonored 2 as Empress Emily Kaldwin, she often kept a journal that expressed her thoughts and close experiences with the other characters. This is her journal. All chapters in this belong to A...
