User:Blood Ox/Dialogue/The Royal Conservatory

Duke's speech on the loudspeaker
Karnaca, my Karnaca. Brothers and sisters of my blood, and all the little people who make this great city trundle along. This is the Duke, but you must all know my voice by now. A new empress sits on the throne in Dunwall. Our rightful ruler, Delilah Kaldwin, the first of her name. May she reign forever. There are some – traitors – who question her claim to the throne. Morley and Tyvia, treasonous nations skulking in the cold gloomy north. If they want war, we'll give it to them! No matter how many of you I have to sacrifice. Serkonos will fight for Delilah, to the bitter end.

First
No, no, sister, that is not what he intends to do.

''He will carry them to the harvest market, as he swore he would. But the harvest…''

…the harvest will fail.

I see it now, all is withered with blight.

Now the rot is upon all the fields east of Potterstead, and to the south…

''…to the south the fields are burning. We must warn them.''

Burn the fields.

Make a black line across the map to stop the blight…

Second
What is the black glass knife, sisters?

Is it an object of heresy?

Something crafted by apostate hands?

''I see stains under the fingernails. Long, fine fingernails.''

''Not blood, no. Not wine, either. It is the ink from a squid…''

…a squid caught in the cold, cold waters above the world, the western corner of Tyvia, by sailors from Wei-Ghon.

''Caught on a long line of red silk, drawn up from the dark waters below. No! Not useful…''

…not useful at all.

But I see the long, lovely hands again, stained by the ink, raising the knife above a box made of colored paper.

I cannot see what is contained within, but the King of Morley is there, while his Queen sleeps in their bed…

Third
They are at the gates of Dunwall Tower, and they are dying.

Delilah and her coven are not alone, but they are with the clockwork men.

High Overseer Khulan orders the ancient music played, but it does no good…

…the clockworks are not things of heresy, sisters.

''The music has no effect. The overseers are falling.''

The High Overseer is dragged away.

He fights while there is strength in his body, even while the tears from his eyes…

…his eyes grow dull as the blood runs from his body.

He waits, waits to surprise the one who returns to Dunwall Tower.

Only one of the Overseers still breathes, and he had a mission, given by one of us, given by one of the sisters, but he will fail, and we will never know the answer.