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NARRATOR: The empire of Izmer
has long been a divided land...

...ruled by the Mages,
an elite group of magic users.

The lowly Commoners,
those without magic...

...are little more than slaves.

Izmer's young Empress Savina...

...wishes equality and prosperity for all.

But the evil Mage Profion
has other intentions.

Ah.

PROFION:
Yes!

At last.

Come, Damodar.

Release him.

PROFION:
You are mine now.

Come to me.

Yes. I told you it could be done.

You have the power of the Immortals.

You can control Dragons.

With a Dragon army at my command,
I can crush the empress...

...and control what is rightfully mine.

You don't like that, do you? Good.

I can use every ounce of your rage.

Come on. Follow me.

Follow me.

I said, follow me!

DAMODAR:
What now, my Lord Profion?

PROFION:
We shall have to modify our plans.

Summon the high council
of Mages immediately.

They are about to learn something
of our young empress...

...that may give them pause for thought.

DAMODAR:
It will be done.

This has gotta be some twisted
magic experiment gone seriously wrong.

Why is it every time something bad
happens, you gotta blame the Mages?

Well, when was the last time
you saw a river catch on fire?

You think they care if anyone got hurt?

I'd just love to find a way
to give those Mages some payback.

Oh, yeah. "Ridley the savior."

That'll be the day.

Look, Ridley,
things are the way they are...

...and there's nothing you can do
to change it, okay?

You got your haves and your have-nots.
We are your gotta-gets.

And right about now, we gotta get paid.

- The Magic School.
SNAILS: The what?

The Magic School? Are you crazy?

We'll break into the Magic School.
Think of what we could get.

And with the fire,
it won't be heavily guarded.

- No.
- Think of the challenge, Snails.

Think of what we could find in there.

If we pull this off,
we'll be the envy of every Thief in Sumdall.

Trust me.

AZMATH: And why would the empress
wanna disband this council?

It's a concept I find difficult to believe.

Come, Azmath.
Your loyalty is commendable.

But we have all watched
the empress's growing up...

...and we have all heard her views...

...on what she considers to be
the injustices of the land.

But she is just a young woman.

Young people speak from the heart,
not the mind.

In time, with our counsel...

...she will come to understand
why things cannot be changed.

Maybe so,
but is that a risk you are willing to take?

Her revolutionary ideas
have already taken root among the people.

In time, her influence will grow.

As the months go by, she will learn
to master the powers of her scepter.

And when she does, I have no doubt...

...she will use it
to enforce her changes upon us.

And what do you propose, Profion?

I humbly ask that we vote
to remove the scepter...

...from the empress's control...

...so that government in Izmer
will remain secure.

Remove the scepter
which lours above our heads...

...and destroy the threat
of revolution forever.

And if she does not agree?

Then...

...her true intentions will become clear.

And then we will be forced
to do whatever we must...

...to protect the strength
and the unity of Izmer.

What say you?

MAGE:
Remove the scepter!

SAVINA: But how could he get the council
to turn against me?

He plays on the fears of the others,
their fears of change.

Yes, I know, Vildan,
but the changes I propose...

...are for the good of the people.

All people deserve to be free and equal,
whether Commoner or Mage.

I know this
within the depths of my soul...

...and if necessary, I would die
to make that the way Izmer is run.

- What can I do to stop Profion?
- You must outsmart him.

Over the past years,
I have been searching...

...for an ancient artifact
called the Rod of Savrille.

It holds the same powers as your scepter,
with one difference:

It controls Red Dragons.

If you can obtain it, you could relinquish
your scepter to the council...

...and still have protection
against Profion.

I must have that Rod of Savrille.

With one wave of it, I will topple her...

...and bring down that useless council
of idiots with her.

DAMODAR:
What is your wish, my lord?

Pay a visit to the Magic School
and see our friend Vildan.

Persuade him to give you the scroll
of which he speaks...

...and bring it here to me.

And, Damodar...

...make sure that he's no longer around...

...to give our young empress
any more good advice.

Come, my friend.

SNAILS: Ridley, why it gotta be so high?
RIDLEY: Snails, let go of me.

SNAILS: Can't we just rob the first floor
next time?

RIDLEY:
Shh.

SNAILS: Why don't we just rob God
while we up here?

- Come on, Snails.
- I thought you said this was gonna be easy.

No, I said it wasn't impossible.

See, that's the same thing you said
when we robbed that little Half ling's house.

And who'd he catch? Me.

And who'd he beat
from the waist down? Me.

- Are you gonna jump?
- You gonna catch me?

- I'm gonna catch you.
- Promise?

- I promise. Now, jump.
- All right.

- Sorry.
- Ugh, okay.

- I thought I heard something.
- You did. Me hitting the ground.

Whew. That is a big Dragon.

Now we're talking.

All right. Let's get to work.

RIDLEY:
Shh!

VILDAN:
I've already told you, Marina...

...the empress can't use
her Scepter of Gold Dragon Control...

...or Profion will paint her as a tyrant
to the council.

Profion must be made
to expose himself to them.

- Now, damn it, I know it's here. Where is it?
- It should be right here.

You're sure you put it away
in its proper place?

I'm sure.

You're sure, are you?

Well, then why is it filed here
with these volumes on alchemy?

It belongs in Dracology.
Now, where is it?

I know I've got it somewhere.

Ah, yes, this was it.

Really, Marina,
you must stop dawdling.

The empress only has three days...

...until the council forces her
to relinquish her scepter to them.

- I'm sorry.
- That's all right.

But you must understand
the seriousness of our task.

I know, it's just I feel like I should be doing
something more than shelving books.

I understand, Marina, but you must learn
to be patient, to maintain focus.

That's the best help
you can provide just now.

I suppose you're right.

I never saw a scroll so hard to decode.

It's protected by very ancient magic.

Marina, fetch me some Manticore wing.

RIDLEY:
Shh! Shh!

- What is that?
- A Dragon tooth.

- Put it back. Put it back.
- It's just a Dragon tooth.

- Okay, what about a Gold Dragon tooth?
- It's too big. Put it back.

Hey, Snails. Snails.

Here.

- What'd you give me the rodent for?
- Pick it up. Come on.

You already got enough of these
at your house.

Look at this.

Whoa, we're gonna be rich.

Ridley. You know how much we could get
for one of these?

Snails, don't touch that!

One of the lab creatures must've got loose
again. Go and check on it.

Right.

Hey, Snails, relax.

It's an illusion.

- I knew that.
- Now, don't touch anything else.

All right.

What are you doing?

Us? Oh, we're the, uh...

- Uh, the cleaning crew.
- Right.

This is dirty. Phew.

"Cleanup" crew's more like it.
You're Thieves, trying to rob us.

She must've put some kind of holding spell
on us with that bracelet!

Must be the only way she can get guys
to come home with her.

I'd have to put a feeble-mind spell
on myself to want to take you home.

- That was funny.
- You're going to the city dungeon.

- That wasn't.
- Well, what a relief.

I'll be thanking you
when they cut my head off.

You should. It'd be an improvement.

There's that superior intelligence
you Mages are so famous for.

Yes, well, speaking of intelligence...

...what kind of genius
would break into a Magic School?

- He'd have to be really stupid or--
- Shut up.

Or what?

Well...

MARINA:
Master!

If you don't tell me which scroll it is,
I'll have to kill you painfully.

Never!

- Are you crazy? You just zapped--
- The chief of the Crimson Brigade.

- To the streets of Sumdall!
RIDLEY: No! Wait! Wait!

Follow them, you fools!

SNAILS:
Where are we going?

Hey, nice trick! Aah!

Hey! No! The other way!

Watch out!

Lady, please stop and listen.
Escapes are our bread and butter.

- What's that?
- I don't know.

But get this rope off so I can deal with it.

Can't nobody get a moment of peace
around here?

I ought to-- Huh?

Nice lid.

- You shouldn't have done that.
RIDLEY: Check that door.

No! It's locked! It's locked!

ELWOOD:
Uh-oh.

RIDLEY:
Follow me!

If you think I'm going in that filthy mess--
That's disgusting!

Post brigades at every sewer entrance
and exit.

I want them found...

...now.

Marina of Pretensa, student Mage...

...is sought for the brutal murder
of Vildan Vildir.

- A reward will be paid...
- I can't believe this.

- Believe it. They're framing us.
- They're framing you. You're a Thief.

They can't be framing me.
I'm an aristocrat. A Mage.

A low-level Mage, completely expendable.
Ha. Practically worthless.

This is ridiculous.
I'll go to the authorities.

- Oh, I can't go to the authorities.
- That's right.

They'll toss you in prison
and torture you till you confess.

You better tell us,
because like the man said...

...we're your accomplices.

All right. Come on.

You allow a slip of a girl to escape you...

...with the scroll...

...and now Norda,
the empress's finest tracker...

...is in pursuit...

...and you tell me not to concern myself?

It was a mistake.

It will not happen again.

Now, there you are right.

And here's why.

Just a friend I'm sending along
for the ride.

A gentle reminder
not to make any more mistakes.

The moment you deliver me the rod,
I'll ensure that he--

It.

--Vacate the premises.

Now...

...may I suggest...

...that once you two have become
fully acquainted...

...you follow the empress's tracker, Norda?
She happens to be good at her job.

She will lead you to our missing friends
and the scroll.

And this time, Damodar...

...don't fail me.

ELWOOD:
It's about time.

So if we find the rod,
the empress heaps us with gold, huh?

Why don't you try and rise above
being a Dwarf?

This isn't about gold.
It's about saving our empire.

Empire? Who cares about the empire?

You Mages are the only ones
who benefit from it.

Oh, really?
That's an interesting sentiment...

...coming from a guy
who steals things for a living.

Well, have you ever heard
of honor amongst Thieves?

We might live outside the law,
but we respect each other.

SNAILS: Yeah.
- Unlike a bunch of backstabbing Mages.

That is just the sort of half-baked,
illiterate drivel...

...that proves Commoners
really are common.

That's it. We're out of here.
Come on, Snails.

We'll go into hiding for a while.
She can find the rod herself.

Fine.

- I thought you were leaving.
- Mind if we eat first?

No. Be my guest.

Those red marks look like the locks...

...my father used to put on plans
in his carriages.

Please.

This is an ancient scroll,
not a blueprint for a buggy.

You don't seem to know what you're doing,
so you might as well let me have a look.

Give that back.

Let's see. Used to put his fingers like this,
and then he'd say something like:

- What was that word?
-"Bidet."

"Bidet"? Bidara. Bidara.

Can't blame me for trying. At least I--

Hmm?

Whoo-hoo! See that there?
I knew that boy had talent.

Do not let them escape,
or you will suffer a fate far worse...

...than that which hath been inflicted
upon me.

So there I am, hogtied,
lying on my back...

...and this Orc starts poking me
with the spear.

Kind of a no-win situation.

So I say to myself,
"What do I got to lose?"

So I take that spear and bite it,
and I start chewing.

WOMAN:
Hey. Hey. Hey!

Idol of idols.

With an Elf. Oh, you gotta be kidding.

The problem with Elves
is they ain't got no meat on their bones.

You gotta get yourself
a nice 250-pound Dwarf.

With hair on her chin
you can hang on to.

Huh? Huh? Huh?

Excuse me, little man.

Hi.

You looking for somebody in particular,
or are you just looking for...

...somebody?

Actually, I'm looking for someone
just like you.

What a coincidence, because
I was looking for someone just like you.

We gotta celebrate. Bartender.

Give me a bottle of your best wine.

Make that your cheapest.

Wait.

I need the girl.

ELWOOD:
Bar fight!

Get them!

This ain't the time for romance.

- What are you doing?
- Come on! Come on!

Wait. I gotta go back. I think I'm in love.

- With an Elf? They think Humans are a joke.
- All right, I lied. I just wanna hit it.

SNAILS:
Okay, let's get Ridley out of here.

Bidet, bidet, bidet

Huh?

- That Wraith must've been defective.
- Seemed pretty reliable to me.

- Did not.
- Ridley.

It's Damodar, man. He's onto us.

Well, with what we've walked into,
everyone's gonna be onto us.

What do you mean, everybody's onto--?

Go ahead. Tell him what you got us into.

- Me? But you--
SNAILS: Yeah.

Yeah. Tell me what you got us into.

According to the Wraith
inside the scroll...

...the rod we're looking for
caused the Great War.

Oh. Is that all?

Mm-hm.

Have you lost your damn mind? Huh?

What does this rod do?

It's supposed to possess the power
to control Red Dragons.

I don't know about you,
but this sounds like a bad idea.

Oh, it gets better.
This map leads to a Dragon temple.

In order to get in,
we have to get the Eye of the Dragon...

...from the guildmaster
of the Thieves Guild in Antius City.

Xilus? No-- Get-- No way.

No, I told her she's crazy,
but she keeps going on about Profion...

-...and the empress.
- Profion?

Hey, look, they can take care of themselves.
I suggest we lay low...

...let the whole thing blow over,
come back, rob everybody.

- That's how it works. Let's go.
- Snails, there's one more small problem.

Problem? What's the problem, Ridley?

I kind of committed us to find it.

Ridley, how could you do
something like that?

Uh...

No--

I don't-- I can't believe this. I can't bel--

"This is our big chance"' huh?
"This is our big chance.

Let's rob the Magic School.
This is our big chance."

That's what you said to me, right?
This is dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb.

You know what?
I got a new name for dumb. "Ridley."

This is the Ridley-est thing
I ever heard of.

Snails.

I'll understand if you don't wanna go.

What do you mean, I can't go?

Ridley. Ridley.
Look, all I'm saying is that...

...don't you think this is just a little bit
out of our league?

- Just a little bit?
- Snails, listen to me, okay?

This Eye of the Dragon we're supposed
to get, it's a ruby the size of your fist.

I don't--

A ruby the size of a fist?

Yeah. So we'll use her to help us
get it, and we'll take off.

We'll make a fortune.

Trust me.

I hate when you say that.

Oh, Ridley, I know I'm gonna regret this.

- I knew you'd come through for me. Ha, ha!
- Don't touch me.

- Okay, just a little bit.
- Ha, ha. We're in.

How about you?

Hmm.

I don't see what choice I have.

Just tell me one thing:
If I help, who's gonna pay me? Hmm?

We'll worry about that later.

That's a terrible way to do business.

PRISONER:
Look, I didn't do it. I didn't do it.

MAN 1:
Get out of here...

MAN 2:
Great.

Ridley, check it out.

Let's go.

RIDLEY: Snails.
SNAILS: Shh!

Listen, we're looking
for esteemed guildmaster Xilus.

- We thought perhaps you'd know him.
- The only thing I know is...

...you ought to take your business
out of town...

...before you get the words
"Outsiders not appreciated"...

...branded right where your nose
used to be. Get it?

RIDLEY:
Well, thanks for your time.

If I ain't drinking,
you sure ain't shopping.

Come on.

- There you are. Where have you been?
- Don't look at us, all right?

Look like you're shopping.

All right, is that three-eyed
hyphen bastard watching us?

All right. If we follow him,
he'll probably lead us into the guild.

ELWOOD: There he goes.
- Let's go.

Come on.

RIDLEY:
Elwood, we'll go in. You keep a lookout.

Nice.

Hey. Hey, isn't that Tollum?

SNAILS:
The guy that kidnapped the duke of--?

MAN:
Let's keep them walking.

- All right, let's go find Xilus.
THREE EYES: That won't be necessary.

- Like I said, "Outsiders not appreciated."
- Oh, you was talking to us.

We was confused. Your third eye
was looking at somebody different.

Take them away.

MARINA: Don't touch me!
- Get off me!

- Get off me!
MARINA: Get your hands off me!

Where do you think they took Snails?

Don't worry. He'll be fine.
Just let me do the talking.

So this is it, huh?
Everything a Thief strives for?

Yeah.

You must be Xilus.

Ridley Freeborn,
practitioner of the larcenous crafts.

Member in good standing
of the Sumdall Guild.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

A fellow Thief.

Well, the pleasure's all mine.

- See?
XILUS: Sumdall, eh?

How is old Sumdall?

That's a pretty tough town, isn't it?
All those Mages.

RIDLEY:
We get by.

Yes, well,
you must be very accomplished...

...to have such a precious morsel
traveling with you.

So, what might I do for you?

The unity of our kingdom--

We understand you have something
called the Eye of the Dragon.

- We desperately need it.
- Shh!

Yes, well, I'm always happy
to help a fellow Thief.

Have you ever heard
of the Antius Guild Maze?

- Of course. Every Thief has heard of it.
- Wonderful.

Well, then you'll know
that the Eye of the Dragon...

...is the prize at the center
of my guild maze, won't you?

You finish the maze, you win the prize.

Has anyone ever finished it before?

Uh, no. They all died trying.

But look on the bright side.
At least the prize is still there.

Good health, and jolly good luck.

SPECTATORS:
Oh!

RIDLEY:
Oh, this is a good one, Ridley.

XILUS:
Ooh.

MAN:
That's not fair.

- I give him 40 seconds.
- No, a minute.

I can't believe they're betting
on whether or not he lives.

Au contraire, precious morsel.
They're betting on how long before he dies.

Be careful, Ridley!

XILUS: Oh, my.
MAN: This is not right.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Very clever.
But is clever enough?

Come on, the game ain't over yet.

MAN:
Pay up, girls. Pay up.

WOMAN: Put your money
where your mouth is. Come on.

Ooh.

Very light on his feet, isn't he?

RIDLEY:
What kind of vault is that?

I think she needs to visit her friend.

Nice.

XILUS: Well, yes, yes, yes.
Very clever. Well done, you.

- You were absolutely amazing.
RIDLEY: Thank you.

Oh, no, no, no. Thank you.

You know, I've waited 15 years for someone
to come along and pick that lock.

I knew the man
that could get through that maze alive...

...would be able to get into that vault.
And now here he is, the man, you.

So why don't you give me
what's rightfully mine? Hmm?

What about honor amongst Thieves?

Oh, what a romantic notion.

Do you honestly believe
I could've amassed the wealth that I have...

...if I worried about honor?
Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Tsk, tsk, tsk.

So, pretty boy,
if you don't want Hugo here...

...to come and rearrange
your features for you...

...I suggest you just give it up.

Who the hell is he?

Who the hell are you?

Listen, I don't know who you are,
but be prepared for a lesson in pain.

You must be joking.

I never joke
when Mages trespass in my guild.

This is the map you're after.

Clear a path, and I'll put it out.

Do it.

No!

Let go of me!

Ridley!

Marina!

- You okay?
- We gotta save Marina.

Wait. What about the Dwarf?

You get the Dwarf. I'll get the girl.

Wait. How come I always
gotta get the Dwarf?

Damn.

Marina!

Ridley, we already have
the Dragon's Eye.

- Let's just take it to Sumdall and sell it.
- Snails, we're not leaving without Marina.

Listen to you, Ridley.

- You're gonna risk your life for a Mage?
- Listen, Snails--

What?

NORDA:
I wouldn't do that...

...if I were you.

- Hey, it's you. Hi.
- You know her?

- We're acquainted.
- Is that the Elf you were drooling over?

Well, I wouldn't put it that way.
But, yeah, that's her. Pretty, huh?

- They all look alike to me.
- Silence.

- Where is the girl?
- None of your business.

Wrong, Human.

It is my business to arrest you
and Marina of Pretensa...

...and to take you and the scroll you stole
back to the empress of Izmer.

Oh.

So you're the law, are you?

I should've known.
Oh, one of your fellow lawmen--

In fact, the chief of the Crimson Brigade.
--beat you to the punch.

He just took off with Marina.

- Damodar.
- Yeah, that's him.

Only he's not working for the law anymore.
He's working for Profion.

He's the one you want, not us.

Hey.

NORDA:
Your Majesty.

Yes, Norda?
Have you found me the scroll?

No, Your Highness.
I have unfortunate tidings to report.

It seems Profion also seeks the rod.

But how could he know?

I do not know, my lady.

Damodar has captured Marina of Pretensa
and the scroll...

...but I have her companions
in my custody.

What is your command?

Seek Damodar out. We need that rod.

The council demands
my response imminently.

Norda, please hurry.

Our time is running out.

As you wish.

Gather the horses.
We will track Damodar.

They will travel with us.

Should they try to escape...

...kill them.

Tell me...

...why were you at the Thieves Guild?

It isn't exactly a sightseeing spot, is it?

We needed money for supplies.

Hmm.

You'll have to do better than that.

I'm curious.

You're a Mage...

...and yet you're disgracing your family...

...by consorting with Thieves.

You're a disgrace to Izmer,
conspiring against the empress.

I have no dispute with her.

You know me.

I have served her family loyally
for many a year.

It is Profion's desire to dethrone her...

...not mine.

Then why do you help him?

Look at me.

Look at me.

If I do not obtain the rod...

...I will die.

Please...

...help me.

I'm sorry, but I...

I cannot help you.

Foolish girl.

I can suck the information I want...

...right out of you.

DAMODAR:
Ah.

Your friends have procured
the Eye of the Dragon...

...from the Thieves' maze.

A key...

...of some sort.

ELWOOD:
Can't I just walk?

Don't you people know
Dwarves are terrified of horses?

Get over it.

A lot of Dwarves are afraid to show
their true feelings. I'm not, okay?

They followed the valley.
I know these lands.

There's a shortcut up ahead.
Through the forest and over those hills.

It means leaving the trail.

But if Damodar sets up camp,
and we ride all night...

...we stand a good chance
of cutting him off.

All right, let's go.

You know, I love the way you track.

You wouldn't happen to be single,
are you?

What? No harm in asking, is there?

You know, it just so happens
that I'm single. Can you believe it?

How old are you?

Twenty-three.
Yeah, I know I'm a little young for you.

But what if I get my hands
on an aging potion, huh?

I'll sacrifice a couple of years for you.

I'm 234.

Well, damn.

I didn't mean that much of a change.

SNAILS:
Ridley, look. Beholders.

RIDLEY: Relax, Snails.
We'll just sneak around them.

- Now what?
- A little distraction.

All right, Snails, stay close.

All clear.

- Okay. I'll get Marina. You get the map.
- Okay. Hey, wait, wait, wait.

How do you get the girl, and I get a map?
We gotta work out some new plans.

Go.

- Hey, Snails.
- Yeah?

Be careful.

All right.

Hey, Ridley.

You too.

Let's go in.

We were not meant to enter this place.

- Hmm?
- This task they must complete alone.

I'm Damodar.

Ooh.

A little black magic.

All right, Damodar.

Nice.

Piece of cake.

Yes.

Oh, no. I knew this was too easy. Aah!

DAMODAR:
Need a hand?

Marina?

Hey.

Hey, it's okay.

Let's get you out of here, huh?

Come on.

Just like you Thieves.

Always taking things
that don't belong to you.

All right. Now...

...I'm mad.

Oh. You want to play, do you?

Yeah. Let's play. Hyah!

Okay, you win. Game over.

SOLDIER:
There they are.

So much for getting out of here
without a fight.

- Thanks.
- Anytime.

Hit him!

Hit him!

Snails!

Let's go.

Oh, no.

Come on.

You cannot be serious.

I've never been so serious.

Oh, please.

If you'll give me the Dragon's Eye...

...I might decide...

...to let you die quickly.

Go to hell.

Damodar!

Not your usual punctual self.

Where's my Dragon's Eye?

I have it.

Really?

Show it to me.

Let him go first, and it's yours.

Snails, don't!

No!

Make it easy on yourself.

Give me what is mine.

- Never!
- You're as stubborn as your friend.

Very well.

You've made your choice.

Come on, Ridley!

Come on, Ridley!

Come on!

The council has voted.
You must oblige us.

You understand the consequences
of your decision--

Do not patronize me, Azmath...

...for I understand all too well.

Yes, I violate the law
in defying the council...

...but if I were to give you this scepter,
my crime would be graver yet...

...for I would be defying my conscience
and our people.

Have you all forgotten?

This council was created
to protect the people of Izmer.

But ask yourselves,
is this what you are doing?

I say not.

Your concern is only for yourselves,
not the people.

And Your Majesty is forcing the empire
to the verge of civil war...

...in the best interests of the people?

The man who convinced you
to take the scepter from me...

...so that he would leave the state
defenseless.

Be careful, my friends...

...for once he's done with me,
this council may be next.

War benefits no one, Profion,
and I oppose it.

But if it is necessary
to obtain the freedom of our people...

...then no cost could be too great
to achieve that goal.

Do you hear her words?

She violates our highest law...

...and then seeks to force us
into submission...

...with a threat of war.

Each citizen of Izmer,
whether a Commoner or a Mage...

...deserves an equal right for prosperity.

And as empress,
this is how I decree Izmer shall be run...

...from this day forward.

Such pretty words.

My friends,
I warned you that this headstrong child...

...will defy you and destroy you.

Her youth denies her the wisdom...

...to understand why some things
cannot change.

But idealism is for children...

...and a child is not fit
to govern an empire.

I ask you one last time...

...will you submit
to the ruling of this council...

...and relinquish your scepter?

I was praying
that you would find the wisdom...

...to see that the path I propose for Izmer
is the right one.

I do not wish to fight you,
but I will not leave the empire...

...at the mercy
of an unscrupulous charlatan.

So decide as you must,
but know one thing...

...I am not afraid.

A wonderful performance.

My friends, ask yourselves...

...are we prepared to see our empire
destroyed by a child?

MAGES:
No!

Then is now not the time we should act?

Then down with the tyrants,
and let the war begin.

Wow.

MARINA:
What is he doing?

Isn't he going to use any spells?

Wait.

Hello, Ridley.

How did you do that?

The Elven people do not require spells
to work with magic.

You use magic.

We are part of it.

We're part of magic?

As are all living creatures,
including Dragons.

Sadly, Humans see only
their destructive powers.

Shh.

RIDLEY: I had a dream. I saw--
- You saw a Dragon being born.

It was amazing.

- Life was exploding all around.
HALVARTH: So it should.

You see, when Dragons are born,
they bring new magic with them.

Magic is the life force of our world.

It keeps nature and everything around us
in balance.

And if many Dragons should die?

Oh, life would wither as it must...

...and the balance would be destroyed.

The rod.

You and your countrymen
are very close to irreparably destroying...

...the fabric of magic
with this rod you seek.

The rod is man-made, unnatural.

It must not be disturbed.

Shh. You must rest.

I'm sorry about Snails.

Yeah.

I'm sure you are.

Ridley, he died for a good cause.

A good cause?

What cause is that? Hmm?

The empress against Profion?

Politics.

I'm through with all that.

I'm not gonna die over some power
struggle between a couple greedy Mages.

- No. No, you're wrong.
- No, you're wrong, Mage!

You never had to live on the other side.

You know what? Snails was right.
There is nothing we can do to change it.

And if I had listened to him,
he would still be alive.

Just because some Mages are evil
does not mean they all are. I'm not!

I'm not!

Let me let you in
on a little secret, Ridley.

The empress that Snails died for
stands to lose everything...

...because she is fighting
to change things.

As if she has anything to worry about.

You are so naive.

She risks everything because she does not
believe the system is fair.

Profion seeks to dethrone her
because she believes...

...that Mages and Commoners
should be treated as equals.

She is fighting to change
what you hate so much!

That, Ridley, is what Snails died for.

You know, when Vildan told me
what was happening with the empress...

...I wanted to do all I could to help her.

But even then I did not understand...

...why she would want Commoners
to be equal with us.

But now...

...after being with you
for only a few days...

...and seeing how you always manage
to find your way...

...I understand why the empress is right.

Please, Ridley.

Help me show them
we are not like they are.

You know, for a Mage...

...you're pretty smart.

It will protect you.

Thank you.

All right, this is it.
This is the entrance to the dungeon.

What happened?

What is it?

It's a wall of force of some kind.

I've never seen this kind of magic.

Only you were meant to pass.

I guess I go alone, then.

Ridley.

Be careful.

Don't worry. I'll be fine.

Great.

Now what? Aah!

Sorry, Snails.

Finally, a Mage who got
what he deserved.

Why do you disturb the Rod of Savrille?

To save the empire of Izmer.

Who...?

What are you?

I am Savrille, creator of the rod...

...cursed with the crime
of trying to control the Red Dragons...

...and sentenced to this purgatory
until someone worthy of its power takes it.

You are such a man?

I don't know if anybody's such a man.

But I'm gonna find out.

Be warned.
Anyone who wields the power of the rod...

...shall suffer a horrible fate,
for the evil it creates cannot be undone...

...unless its spell is broken.

- How do I break the spell?
- That you must discover.

PROFION: The empress has called out
her Dragons upon us.

Don't just stand there admiring them.
Destroy them before they reach us.

AZMATH:
Hurry! Hurry!

- Prepare to fire!
- Fire!

Start erecting the shields!

Shields!

Get up! Get up! Prepare to fire again!

Move that crossbow.
Aim for their wings, you fools!

Fire, you fools! Fire!

What have I done?

Yeah.

SAVINA:
Come to me.

I found the rod.

Thanks for saving me the trouble.

Feels good, doesn't it?

Ah. Remember your stupidity and
persistence got your Thief friend killed.

Don't let it be responsible...

...for finishing off
the rest of your social circle.

Oh.

Look. I've cut her. What a shame.

- Don't hurt her.
- Then give me the rod.

And you'll release them?

Don't do it, Ridley.

You have my word.

Finally.

You said you'd let them go.

I lied.

Kill them...

...slowly.

Ridley! No! Don't.

Give that to me.

You said you'd set me free.

Yes.

Now what about my head?

MAGE:
Here they come!

Come, Damodar. To the roof of Sumdall.

Fire!

My destiny.

Come to me.

Come to me.

Damodar!

Oh, look. I've cut you.

What a shame.

You can run, Your Ladyship...

...but you'll never run far enough!

Let their blood rain from the sky!

You'll pay for that, boy.

You really think
you can steal my destiny?

I'll invent a new destiny
specially for you...

...full of pain.

New kinds of pain
and new senses to feel it with.

Not if I kill you first.

Now, this will be a real pleasure.

Ha!

Not so talented, eh, Mr. Ridley?

I've enjoyed our little chat,
but now it's your time to die.

Ah.

My little tracker.

RIDLEY:
Hey, Mage!

Why don't you pick on somebody
your own size?

Back for more?

You really think you can use that,
you little burglar?

That's impossible.

Bring them down on him, Ridley!
Destroy him!

No.

I won't become you.

No!

What have you done?

SAVINA:
Profion.

Your Majesty.

It's over, Profion.

The battle may be, Your Majesty.

Maybe.

But not the war!

- Thank you.
- Hmm.

Norda.

SAVINA:
People of Izmer...

...at long last,
I do declare that you are now all equal.

Let the celebration begin.

You hear that, buddy?

That's for you.

Nothing's gonna be the same
without you.

But I guess I'll have to get used to that.

I just hope, wherever you are...

...you know that you did
make a difference.

You helped things change.

You finally got it.

Your big score.

Well, I guess I better get going, or I'm
gonna miss my own knighting ceremony.

Ridley the savior. Can you believe it?

I'm gonna miss you, pal.

Do not question your gift.

Your friend awaits you.