Corvo is a character fuelled by bold measures. Patience is a virtue too, of course – peeking through keyholes to plot guards' patrols is as essential a tool of the trade as the crossbow and dagger. As you creep through whorehouses, skulk through local whisky distilleries, kidnap scientists from top-floor laboratories and attend highfalutin' society parties you soon learn that boldness is the key to survival. In the game's opening chapter you must break from prison and begin to enact revenge against a range of high-profile targets. You play as Corvo, a supernatural cutthroat and one time bodyguard to the Empress, framed for her murder. It's also the adage of the effective assassin, and Dishonored – more than any other – is a game built around the assassin. Yes, Dunwall is a city fuelled by bold measures. Be bold and you might just harpoon Moby Dick, whose blubber could fuel the streetlights and security systems back home for months.
It's the proverb of a whaler: go big or go home. Here is a society that runs on whale oil, a sort of fuel that only a madly courageous culture would choose to pump through the veins of its infrastructure, a juice fetched from sea monsters just as likely to sink a ship under their deadweight as drag one under alive. "T he boldest measures are the safest." It makes sense for this maxim to be stamped in tall lettering above the entrance to Dishonored's plague-ridden capital city, Dunwall.
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