旅行日志（界外魔之死）

《旅行日志》（Travel Log (Death of the Outsider)）是《界外魔之死》（Death of the Outsider）中的一本书。有比莉·勒克（Billie Lurk）持续书写。和其他字条不同的是，《旅行日志》会根据游戏进度自动更新内容。

比莉的日志

最后一战（One Last Fight）

得到宽恕

就算艾米丽（Emily）马上杀了我，我也不会怪她。推翻女皇，一切都会乱套，会有很多人受伤。但我做的事还更糟，不是吗？我协助谋杀了她的母亲。

我已经被款赎两次了。不过至少我有机会纠正错误。这就是Daud的感受吗？他当时和现在还都有这种感觉吗？

我的梦越来越糟糕了，越发强烈。有时候我会盯着右手臂看，仿佛它根本不该在那里，头还会疼得像是血全冲上了脑门。我养成把正装写下来的习惯，以便加以记录。

还要两周才会回到卡纳卡。大概是这辈子最漫长的两周。

（还不知道回不回得去，引擎的噪音听起来不太妙。）

恢复自我

能说出那个名字感觉真好，能听到更是棒。现在这个名字已经传到了卡纳卡（Karnaca）的各个角落。“通缉：比莉·勒克”。我捎了讯息给城市里的联络人，追踪目击消息和所有妖艳，但现在还没有收获。我甚至还听了老鼠的对话，有时他们知道别人不知道的事……而且他们的声音一直让我想到迪尔德丽（Deirdre）。

我在一个行李箱里找到老头的通缉海报。我现在在寻找Daud，就跟几年前顿沃（Dunwall）所有的人一样。希望我能比他们幸运。

碰碰运气

最后一个线索：一间地下拳击俱乐部。Daud有可能在那里参赛。这线索也可能是死胡同，但保险起见还是得去确认。

我试着让引擎恢复运作，却徒劳无功。我的船动不了了。是梅根·佛斯特（Meagan Foster）的话肯定会气个半死……但我不是她。我现在还有其他事要忙。

Forgiven

I wouldn’t have blamed Emily for killing me then and there. Bring down an Empress and everything gets thrown into chaos. A lot of people got hurt. But it was worse than that, wasn’t it? I helped kill her mother.

That’s two times I was spared. But at least I got to put it right. Is this how Daud felt? Feels?

My dreams are getting worse, too. Stronger. Sometimes I stare at my right arm like it shouldn’t be there, and my head hurts like I’m blinded by blood. I started to write it all down, just to keep a handle on it.

Two weeks until I’m back in Karnaca. The longest two weeks of my life.

(If I even make it. The engine is rattling bad.)

My old self again

It felt good to say the name. Even better to hear it. And now it’s on every corner of Karnaca. “Wanted: Billie Lurk”.

'I’ve been sending out messages to my contacts in the city, following up on sightings and rumors. But nothing yet. I even listened to the rats. Sometimes they know things others don’t... And their voices remind me so much of Deirdre.

I found the old man’s wanted poster in a trunk. Now I’m looking for Daud just like all of Dunwall was, years ago. Hope I have more luck than they did.

A long shot

One last lead: an underground boxing club, of all places. Daud could be fighting there. Maybe another dead end, but I have to be sure.

I tried to pump out the engine room, but no use. My ship’s dead in the water. Meagan Foster would have been furious… But I’m not. I’ve got other things to care about now.

Follow the Ink

At last

He’s here. On my ship. Sleeping on Anton’s old cot. How long had he been down in that pit at the Albarca Baths, taunted like a hound until some fool thought they could take him on? They didn’t even know who he was. The Eyeless called him the ‘Black Magic Brute’... There were more frightening names for him in Dunwall.

I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this. I didn’t know how he’d feel about me after what I did to him years ago. But it’s like I never left. We’re right back in the middle of it, digging into some foul cult, chasing down some mad grudge. But he’s older, now. Weaker.

“I need your help,” he said, like I’d never refuse. Well, I didn’t, did I?

The Outsider

Mothers tell tales about the Outsider to children in cradles, filling their nights with fear so they’ll behave. For the Abbey, those stories never stop. Every sermon, every Stricture, every damn piece of their Litany is about the dangers of letting the Outsider into your head. And now Daud wants to kill him. No more stories, no more warnings. No more terrible people fighting over promises from the Void.

I don’t know how Daud got marked by the Outsider. I don’t know what he had to do, or what he was like before he had his magic. But I remember the kind of man it made him, and what he did with that power. So maybe he’s right.

The Bank Job

Breaking apart

The Outsider. The fucking Outsider himself, on my ship like he’d been waiting for me. Now I’m writing this down with half a hand and an eye that will never shut again. I can’t touch them without shuddering. It feels just like the dreams.

What did he see? Everything, if the Abbey’s right. He has to know what Daud and I are planning. Why tear half of me away? The Eyeless kill over scraps of magic, and now I can see where the world is cracking like a mirror.

I didn’t want any of this.

(Does the Outsider always talk like that? Cryptic little shit. No wonder Daud hates him.)

Many eyes

Daud used to say that everything in Dunwall was tangled together. That nothing was a coincidence. Well, it’s true for Karnaca too. The Eyeless might seem like a bunch of thugs trading bloody bones and foul recipes, but their coin flows from a richer vein.

I found two of their leaders. Shan Yun, the Tyvian songbird, and Ivan Jacobi, a city administrator. They have the knife that killed the Outsider, and they’re keeping it hidden away behind lies and locked doors. But now I have their keys, and somewhere in Dolores Michaels' bank is a lock that needs turning. I won’t let the Eyeless stay hidden anymore.

Not myself

I see shadows everywhere this dead eye looks, and my right arm twitches and blurs as if it’ll start moving on its own. These things aren’t a part of me, but I can’t escape them. The Outsider changed me into something I still don’t understand.

In Dunwall, Daud taught me that no one was innocent, and gave me the means to judge them. Does the Outsider expect me to look down at him like I can look down at Karnaca, and hold his life in this broken hand? Does he want to see me carve up this city to find him?

I know he’s watching. Well, I’m staring right back.

The Stolen Archive

The Twin-bladed Knife

Daud is dead. I’m all that’s left of him. Me, and this knife I can’t let go.

Dolores Michaels’ bank was a puzzle box of miserable secrets, and right at the center was the reason for it all. A woman taut to breaking and the knife she’d tried to hide.

The Outsider handed the knife to me himself. He wants to know what I’m going to do with it. He’ll find out soon enough.

(Why does this thing have two blades? Nothing ever gets stuck between them. None of this Void shit ever makes any sense.)

Alone again

I burned Daud’s body today.

When I left the Whalers, the rat plague was still piling corpses in the street. There wasn’t anyone alive in those months who didn’t learn grief. Even Daud nearly lost himself to it then. But I can’t lose myself. Not now. Not again.

When Deirdre died, who I was or what I’d done died too. No one else saw me like she did, no one until I met Daud and he gave me purpose again. When I left Dunwall, I let it heal over with lies. But my time back with Daud reopened that wound. All I can hope now is that I helped him in his final days, just like he helped me.

Stolen secrets

At the bank, I learned more about the pharmacist Cienfuegos. He was an Eyeless, and an artist too. He painted the Void, and was close to finding out how the cult leaders reach that place. He stole documents from Dolores Michaels and sent them to the Royal Conservatory. I need to find them, so I can see what he saw.

His paintings are quiet, if a painting can be quiet. Quiet, but unsettled. He wanted to know everything. Uncover every secret. He was searching, just like me. And he was killed for it.

A broken coven

The last time I was in Cyria Gardens, the Royal Conservatory had become a nest for the same coven of witches I’d worked with in Dunwall years ago. The curator, Breanna Ashworth, and a group of women were living there, performing odd rituals with bones and glass. Now the Abbey of the Everyman and their witch-hunters have taken it over and are gutting the place of all traces of black magic. If I’m lucky, the documents I need haven't been burned yet.

(When the Outsider is gone and the Overseers can't use him to prey on people's fears, I'll be there, laughing, as the Abbey falls to pieces.)

A Hole in the World

The way to Shindaerey North Quarry

I’ll never know exactly what Sister Rosewyn saw in her visions, but something made her hesitate. Something made her hold on to that silvergraph long enough for me to save it from the fire. The archive that Cienfuegos stole shows me exactly where the Void touches our world. Where I can reach the Outsider.

I don’t know what else I’ll find there. All the whispers and legends say something terrible. Something you can’t forget. I won’t know what’s true until I reach it.

(What do you pack for a journey to the Void? I just left everything behind.)

Leaving Karnaca

Every day Karnaca gets smaller. That swarming, stinking city, now nothing but a few lights in the distance. But I can’t look back anymore. The Void is closer with every step.

It’s quiet out here. Sometimes all I can hear is my own breath, my own heartbeat. It reminds me of being on the open ocean. Feeling like you’re the only one left alive. Feeling like the world won’t care if you don’t come back.

Nothing but me and my thoughts.

My choice

Everything I’ve done led me to this place, to this moment. Killing the Duke’s brother when I was a kid. Betraying Daud. Helping Emily retake the throne. But even then, I never felt important. I was always just another desperate person trying to make sense of her life.

I watched my whole world being taken from me over and over. This time, I gave it all up on my own. I’m climbing the mountain. I don’t know what waits for me there. But the Outsider is watching, and he knows it was my choice to go.

To the summit

The Outsider hasn’t known anything but hatred for thousands of years. He was killed to fulfill a purpose. No one asked him what he wanted. The lights went out in his world, and his eyes adjusted to the dark.

I know what real loneliness is like. If it hadn’t been for Daud, I would have died from it. Now I’m walking into the Void to face the loneliest creature in the world. Maybe the Outsider knows I’m just chasing down someone who can give me a bit of purpose.

I have nothing left except promises to the dead.
When I reach him, I’ll see more clearly than ever.

Location

Billie Lurk keeps the book in her cabin aboard the Dreadful Wale or carries it to her hideouts in the last two missions.