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- [Narrator] For untold ages we mined the pure rock,

life blood of our world.

With it, the guild magicians created the matrix,

a tool so powerful it fulfilled all of our dreams.

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All power has a price.

Ours was a seething shadow,

a living force called The Dark Mist.

In desperation,

the totalitarian guilders built the great seal,

and with their ancient rites

banished The Dark Mist from the world of light.

Books of prophecy were written so that none would forget.

The Lord Protector watched over these words

and, for a time, the world was at peace.

(door creaking)

But peace lasts as long as youth.

Houses of kindred color formed battling for control.

(swords clanging)

Destroying knowledge so that none could use it,

to seize power.

(footsteps marching)

Little of the old world was left

and most had forgotten what had gone before.

Save one.

Rennick, last of the Lord Protectors.

Rennick dedicated himself to the scraps

that remained, dark whispers of prophecy.

So haunted, he left love behind

and shut himself away from the world.

(beam crackling) (angelic vocalizing)

- [Quadrant Shadow] You are called.

Fulfill your destiny.

As you read, so shall you lead.

End times are upon you.

The Dark Mist is rising.

Come.

Assemble, chosen one.

A reader does not fear the words he reads.

Solve the Riddle of the Chosen.

When you're ready, I shall return.

Peace be by you.

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- [Narrator] Thus Rennick sought Pentakis,

once a Lord Protector himself,

now leader of the powerful guild, Magus.

- Here's to many turns, Lord Protector.

We were not aware of any request for an audience.

- We're on the brink of end times, Watachi.

I do not need an invitation.

- That was not my meaning, Rennick.

Here lies our way.

- Since when?

- We've made changes.

- [Rennick] I see.

- You have not been announced.

- Fine, announce me!

Pentakis?

(Pentakis laughs)

- Forgive this intrusion, guild mage.

- Rennick, you old scavenger, welcome.

Watachi, take Feltrays.

(creature squawks)

Come in. Come in, rest your bones.

Rennick, I would like you to meet Priamus,

our most promising adapt.

Priamus, this is Rennick,

otherwise known as the fabled Lord Protector.

- It is time to gather the Chosen!

- Rennick, please.

- The warning is less than 10 beats and simply sounded.

- [Rennick] The law of probabilities!

The talents required of each of the Chosen

would obviously be sought in the best candidate

of the current frame of time.

Well, the best in their field

would most likely be well-known.

- You have read very well.

- Very clever, yearling.

You've answered something that was not asked.

- But, Pentakis, he is right.

It's the only way it fits.

A stone breaker, sealmaker, obviously a guilder.

Spirit watcher, herbalist.

Something about a homeless warrior.

Look, what's this?

Ponflection will know him.

He who is star shaven with twine. A power case.

- Storage device.

- A pure rock crystal of proper tone would work

as a storage device.

Well the Star of Jasper could be the needed item.

- That will be enough!

- Jasper could be the key.

Pentakis, we must begin immediately.

- I will have no part in your fool's quest.

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- What?

- My place is here.

The Dark Mist must be stopped,

but the riddle is not the only answer.

- It is the only answer.

The realm needs you.

- Touching, but hardly accurate.

- But the need of pure rock for closure.

- Priamus.

You are excused.

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Leave the cube.

- Why do you refuse to accept your duty?

- My duty leads me elsewhere.

- I should have expected this from the man

who could cut off the hand of his own brother.

- Strong words from a bond breaker!

What threat did Lady Diamond present to you?

- You're right, I don't need you.

I will bring this before the Great Hall.

Brindey will hear of this.

- Don't leave out, Lady Diamond. (laughs)

Lord Protector.

- Self preservation we agree to comprehend!

- You dare disrespect my house?

- My Lady Diamond, so kind of you to join us.

- You tread on sifting sands, Burgundy.

By what authority do you deny my house entry?

- Small oversight, Lady Diamond.

Only the lower houses were to be barred.

- I trust all was resolved to your pleasure.

- Words speak to this house.

- What's the meaning of this, Lady Diamond?

- We are not joined.

We were met at the gate.

He brings us tidings of prophecy.

- The short of it is this.

The Dark Mist is about to break free

and that will pretty much be the end

of all life as we know it.

- Dark Mist, end times?

You speak of bed tales told to wet the sheet of yearlings.

- It is true!

The Guild has violated their oath.

We must assemble the Chosen.

(all laughing)

- This is too much!

For turn upon turn,

I have suffered the endless petitions of this houseless dag,

always compelled by ancient law.

Well, I tell you now, I am sick of ancient law!

For we are in present time and we must make our own law.

- Only a fool ignores the lesson of the past.

- The lessons I learned have yielded different answers.

- If the prophecy is not fulfilled, our world is doomed.

Now you all have readers!

Have they not warned you?

- We have seen the words of prophecy, Lord Protector,

but they do not support your rantings.

- What are you talking about?

- The reader has studied from the Cabal of Valdur

and disagrees with you, my lord.

- As does most of the realm, it seems.

(all laughing)

- Show me these words.

(hands clapping)

- Bring the reader!

- Lord Protector.

- Rise, Mariana.

Turns have been very kind to you.

- Your words are fair.

- Yes, he's quite the silver-tongued suitor

when he wants something.

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- What words do you hold?

- Most is as you say, Lord Protector.

The signs point to a coming crisis of import.

- Please, Mariana, we do not have time for ceremony.

Are the end times upon us?

- From the words I have been given.

- A reader shall not fear what she reads.

Yes or no?

- No, a reader shall not fear.

The signs are not as you say.

The fault must lie in your definitions of key phrases.

- Mariana!

- There, you see. The reader has spoken.

- We are done.

- We are done.

- We are done.

- We are not done!

What is this you read?

- Please, Lord Protector.

- You all defy the prophecy!

- You have fulfilled your duty, Lord Protector.

We choose to follow another path.

- There is no other path!

- Don't, Rennick!

(glass breaking) (woman screaming)

- Are you part of these lies, too, my lady?

- You've spent too much time amongst your books, Rennick.

- Look around you.

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- Our world has changed.

Leave us, Rennick!

I declare words be thus ended.

- [All] Words be thus ended.

- You fools! Etran!

- No! - No, Rennick!

- Hold your places.

- That's right, hold your places

your defusser headed morons!

(globe crackling)

Oh, you recognize this, do you? Good!

Maybe now you'll listen.

- You dare to bring a knollstone into our midst.

- You have sealed your death, Lord Protector.

- Really?

Well, maybe I should just drop it

and send us all to the ancients!

(people gasping) (Obo snarling)

- Don't antagonize the madman, Obo.

You're being a fool, Rennick.

- I'm just following the crowd.

- There are other ways of handling this.

- Right there! - I said hold your position.

- What do you want, Rennick.

- Ah, I'm glad you asked, Lady Beryl.

I'm glad you asked.

First, Mariana's coming with me.

I'm taking us to the lower house.

Second, Jasper, I'll need your house stone.

- Have you gone completely mad?

- Give me the Star of Jasper.

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This will save us all.

Well I'd love to stay and chat all day,

but it seems like there's a world I've got to go save.

(all screaming) (suspenseful music)

(glass crashing)

Oops, (laughs) fooled ya.

- Take him!

- Guards!

(Obo growling)

(swords clanging)

- Call off your men!

(weapons clanging)

- It's an assassination attempt!

(man groans) (Obo growling)

- I don't need your help!

- Yes, doing so well on your own.

- Duck!

(weapons clanging)

Here, catch!

- Forget the star, you fools! Kill him!

(people shouting) (Obo growling)

- Rennick, over here.

- Can't you all stop one man?

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(fabric ripping)

(Rennick groans)

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(sword thudding)

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- Speak a word and your dead.

- What do you think you're doing?

- Shh, be quiet.

They'll tire of looking and I'll be on my way.

(man groans)

(cow moos)

- Uh, they seem to be quite determined.

- You don't wanna push me here.

I'm already three steps past too far with blood on my sword.

Have I made my point?

(man laughs)

- You there!

What's so funny?

- It's a private joke.

- Well, I for one could certainly use a good laugh.

- [Guard] Yeah, why don't you tell us?

- Now.

- What, and have to explain it 10 times?

Now, you lads look like men of a keen eye.

May I offer you some of my choicest items?

This little bauble, for instance,

this comes from the furthest reaches of the Third Wood.

Hey, you over there, clear off!

- There he is!

(men groaning)

(Rennick sighs)

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- Ponflection, you know me.

Upon reflection you will know him.

- You can go away now.

- Quite a powerful talent for a simple merchant.

Who are you?

- I'm three steps passed too far so don't you push me.

Now go save the world.

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- I think you owe me some answers, Mr. Malthon, is it?

What do you know of the prophecy?

- I owe you nothing and I just helped you if you'll recall.

Hey! Will you watch where you're going?

- Uh, Malthon.

Malthon.

- [Malthon] What are you staring at?

- Malthon, is it?

You know, I once read a tale of a great spell weaver,

best in the land, that is until his own brother, Pentakis,

cut off his hand.

Nohtlam was his name.

He managed to escape and hasn't been seen since.

(laughs) Come to think of it,

a wagon like this would make a very good disguise.

- Are you finished?

- Couldn't you have come up

with something better than

to have your own name spelled backwards?

- I'm sure I could if my name was Nohtlam.

But as you can see I have two hands.

- Yes, but you know of the riddle.

- What, that makes me some kind of rogue techno wizard?

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- Where did you find this?

- Um, I'm a trader, I trade.

- Is this really the True Cabal?

- If that's what it says, that's what it is.

- Do you know where to find this?

I mean, were there any more?

Can you take me there?

- In the Lost City of Valdur, maybe, you have to look.

No, go find it yourself.

Now, did I miss anything?

- You've read all those then?

- Of course.

- Well, then you know!

If you've read the books, you know!

- Really, and where do you see that written?

- What is it with everyone?

- Keep your voice down.

- Why should I?

The world is coming to an end!

I would love to at stay home with slippers and cream, too,

but I have no choice.

- You don't want me.

- I will not let you walk away.

- No, no, no!

God, no! No, no.

You will not interfere.

- Look, I'm sorry.

- No, stay away!

Oh, no. Goddammit, no, no!

(Rennick choking)

No! Alright, alright, I'll help.

(Malthon panting)

- I said I was sorry.

- Right.

Look.

Do you happen to have a plan?

- Yes.

I go to appeal to the Lower Houses.

- There are no, oh great, Lower Houses.

Opal and his scavengers have all but wiped them out.

- Well then I'll go to the clans.

- Forget it.

This is your show, Lord Protector.

Whether you want it or not.

As you read so shall you lead.

Remember that?

- How did you know that? - Don't ask.

Alright, look.

I know where you can find a fighter.

I will help you that far and then I am done.

Is that clear?

Good.

We should move on.

Hop in the back.

(Malthon singing in foreign language)

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- You're just full of surprises, aren't you?

- Do you no longer practice the art?

Oh boy.

You're going to need it.

(cow grunting)

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(Priamus singing in foreign language)

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(swords clanging) (men groaning)

(swords clanging)

- This is a waste of time, it can't be the place.

- The man you are looking for is known

to favor the atmosphere here.

(glass breaking)

- We are looking for a hero.

- No, you are looking for a fighter.

(crowd cheers) (crowd applauds)

- [Crowd] Boo!

- My turn.

- [Crowd] Yay!

(glass breaking)

- You silly cretins wouldn't recognize real art

if it reared up and bit ya!

Not a bit of originality.

No style!

- What do you mean?

- Terrible form.

- Him? - Him?

(swords clanging)

- C-minor.

(men laughing)

(sword clanging)

No, C-minor, are you deaf?

(swords clanging)

(swords clanging)

(swords clanging)

(swords clanging)

Ah.

(swords clanging)

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Ah, Harold of Burgundy.

I bid you, go back to your master and give him this.

(blow thudding)

Head up.

Chest.

(glass smashing)

(swords clanging)

- What?

(woman groans) (crowd cheers)

- Who knows who are great in the eyes of the people?

But, but! The people are great in the eyes of life!

Release!

(crowd cheering)

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(audience applauding)

♪ We are the learned ♪

♪ We are well fed ♪

♪ We lie stuffed and warm in friendly beds ♪

♪ But when we who eat are hungry ♪

♪ When we who drink are dry ♪

(swords clanging)

♪ When we who blow are frozen ♪

♪ Our answer to nefarious Opal and his lot will be the same ♪

(men groaning)

We give you back defiance for defiance.

Menace for menace.

Blow for blow.

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Ha!

(swords clanging)

Woo hoo hoo!

Ole!

(swords clanging)

Yeah!

(mean groaning)

(swords clanging) (men groaning)

This is our answer!

This and the drawn sword.

- The drawn- (men screaming)

- [Man] Hooray! Hooray, hooray!

- Toast to the pig.

Toast to the victor!

(crowd cheers)

(crowd applauds)

Bow.

- [Man] Bravo, bravo!

- And now I wish to retire.

(bright music) (crowd gasps)

Would you be so kind

as to remove your fingers from my jacket.

- Whoa, easy friend.

- Or I will remove them from your hand.

- We're just trying to help.

- Ah. Well, gentlemen.

Are you a merchant?

- I travel.

- Ah. A poor merchant.

- Can I buy you a drink, master?

- You may call me Dunnigan.

And the price of this courtesy?

- A few words of conversation.

- I can tell you're the long-winded type.

Better make it a bottle.

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- Ah, yes, here we are.

(gentle music)

(wine splashing)

(mugs clashing)

- No.

- No? Wait, did you just say no?

I don't believe this.

- Nothing against you, my friend.

I'm honored that you consider me one of the Chosen,

but I am already sworn to a quest by the balls of my father.

- You brought us to him?

- This place was your idea.

- I am Dunnigan Bragg,

the last living heir of the clan of the blade.

- Makers of the legendary dressine, yes!

But you can't make it anymore, can you?

- Do not test my honor!

- Your family's honor couldn't be saved

by a hoard of Darginian virgins.

- An insult!

- Temper, temper.

- Stop it, both of you!

- I have not lost my ardor.

I suffer from an absence of material.

It's a rare, golden flower.

Furnished from our rarest world.

It is my quest to find it.

Or die in the attempt.

- I am loathe to bring this up,

but Rennick will be traveling

to many dismal out of the way places on his quest.

You might just find your weed.

- You are an extremely irksome presence.

- And you are a drunk.

You'd be better off without him, Rennick.

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- It shall be an honor to assist you, Lord.

(head thudding)

- Thank you so much for your support.

Would you mind explaining to me what this is all about?

(Dunnigan snoring)

- Oh, I think his little friends want to come along too.

(Dunnigan snoring)

- Perfect.

Any ideas on getting out of here in one piece?

You've got to be kidding me.

- I thrillingly await your superior suggestion.

- Well, no more fights for you tonight, blade master.

Time to go.

(men laughing)

- [Malthon] Roar!

(men laughing)

- [Man] See you, Dunnigan!

- [Man] See you, Dunnigan!

(cow grunting)

(Dunnigan groaning)

- There, I've helped him!

Have a nice quest. (grunting)

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

(head thudding)

- Are you done?

(cow grunting)

- I'll help you to the edge of town and that's final.

- Right, whatever you say.

Tell me, what's with you and the glove?

- It's. Don't ask!

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Wagon, wagon, get him to the wagon.

- You there.

State your business and your house.

- We're uh, we're just helping a friend get home.

- Hold, merchant.

Is this your wagon?

- This is the Lord Protector.

Now let us through.

- Take him!

(swords clanging) (dramatic music)

- I probably should have told you

I had a bit of a run in with Pentakis.

- Could this day possible get any worse?

- Guys, to the fight!

Charge!

(swords clanging) (men groaning)

(blows thudding) (men groaning)

(swords clanging)

- Dunnigan, we're out of here, now!

(men groaning) (swords clanging)

Brace for it!

(eerie music)

(men groaning)

(ground rumbling)

(Malthon moaning)

Come on!

(dramatic music) (Rennick panting)

(suspenseful music)

(all panting)

- You know, I shall flee no further.

You shame me, Lord Protector.

- That was some shield you wove back there, Malthon.

- It wasn't me.

I said it wasn't me.

- [Dunnigan] Would anyone care for a drink?

- Look, Malthon.

Do you know a quick way outta here?

(Malthon laughs)

- Anyway we go now there are at least 37 gates,

five causeways, and 15 tunnels

between us and the outer walls.

- All heavily-guarded, no doubt.

- No doubt.

- I smell a fight, cheers!

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- Well, we're awfully popular for a bunch of loaders.

- Look, don't draw your swords.

Maybe we can bargain with them.

(sword scraping)

- Charge.

- Right.

- Hold!

(bright dramatic music)

(gentle music)

(sword scraping)

Well, Rennick, I see you found some nice friends

to play with.

I've come to help you.

- My lady of the House of Diamond.

The tales of your beauty are as hollow lies

when confronted by your presence.

Blade Master Dunnigan at your service.

- I am honored.

Look, Rennick, manners.

Excellent work, Austin.

All are dismissed.

- Oh, but my lady, you don't mean to say

that you plan to go with him.

- Austin, I know what I'm doing.

- [Austin] As your advisor, I strongly protest.

- You have your orders.

You know why I go.

Watch my house, noble friend.

(hands clapping)

- Bravo.

You might as well call them all right back here.

We don't need your help.

- Really?

I can go wherever I choose, can you?

- My lady has made an excellent point.

- She is not part of this prophecy.

She has no place here!

- Do you dare to walk away from me again?

- Oh, perhaps I should just leap from the nearest window!

- Oh joy, a former history of intimacy.

Exactly what we need.

- I don't recall asking for your opinion.

- We accept your aid.

- No, we don't. - Yes, we do.

- Then it's settled.

Rennick can be so stubborn sometimes.

I've even thought of the perfect disguises for you.

- Just to the city gates

and then you must go back to safety.

- We'll see.

(Rennick growling) (suspenseful music)

Bearers, up!

- One!

Two!

Three!

(bright music)

(men grunting)

- There, I'm done.

- Yes, far enough.

Now, take your shopping and go.

- Such a way with words.

No.

♪ La, da, dum, da, dee, dee, dee ♪

- Someone should tell her we're trying to remain hidden.

- Oh, now it's we, aye?

You tell her.

- Cowards, the both of you.

♪ Dah, hm, hm, dah, dee ♪

Your pardon, my lady.

- [Lady Diamond] Is that you, Dunnigan, dear?

- At your service.

I regret that the pleasure of your song, alas,

endangers the wellbeing of our persons.

- Oh, that's a good one!

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(fire sizzles)

I cannot believe I allowed myself

to be roped into this bloody (grumbling).

Woman!

- An excellent time for an herbal scouting exhibition.

(gentle music)

- So.

What's with old grumpy glove?

- Says his name is Malthon, he's a merchant.

Plus other talents.

First I thought he was Nohtlam.

- (chuckles) The rogue?

Rennick, he has two hands, both very real.

- Yes, I know, I know, but.

There's something not straight about him.

I just can't put my finger on it.

He's the equal of any guilder I know.

Maybe even better than your friend, Pentakis.

- I didn't come here to argue.

Believe it or not, I've come to help!

- All I've heard from you is argument.

- That's because you've forgotten how to listen.

- I know how to listen!

It is the rest of the realm that has gone deaf!

- Rennick, in case you haven't noticed things have changed!

Your self-imposed exile has made you blind

to the very world that you are trying to save!

- I don't know why I even bother.

Your apathy has sealed our doom.

- You're simply adorable when you're being melodramatic.

All is not doomed.

There's others that might help.

- I have enough riddles to deal with.

What others?

- [Malthon] Perhaps she could tell us.

(dramatic music)

- Mariana?

- We found her snooping alongside the road.

- What we?

- Hear me, Lord Protector.

I come by firth oath, fealty to the lord.

- Malthon, let her go!

- Mariana, fealty to the lord.

Here, warm yourself by the fire.

(sinister music)

How did you find me?

- Long has my mind held the key waiting

for the leader of the Chosen.

(bright music)

- [Rennick] I am no leader.

- It has always been for a protector to lead.

There is more I have to tell.

After your departure from the Great Hall,

Pentakis branded you rogue,

claiming you had stolen his property

and kidnapped his son, Priamus.

- Priamus?

Priamus is his son?

- He hunts for you,

demanding your hands in payment for your crime.

- How original.

- [Mariana] You must move quickly.

When you get to Valdur-

- We are not visiting the lost cities.

We travel to Third Wood.

- But your fighter?

- Dunnigan Bragg, at your service.

- Yes, we have a fighter. We need a hero.

Do you know of Ravelle?

- But, Birdwood, our influence is thin in Outland.

- I smell a fight!

(dramatic music) (people chattering)

- Light!

(people shouting)

Outsiders!

(Dunnigan screaming)

Dunnigan, no!

(dramatic music) (men grunting)

(blows thudding) (men groaning)

Dunnigan, you've gotta get outta here!

- There's more! - Not now.

- Malthon, back up Dunnigan.

- Send me to wait on Dunnigan?

- You sure you wanna continue?

The risk could be great.

- Travel safely, friend.

(dramatic music)

Hey!

What are you doing?

Those are my things.

- They don't want us, they want stuff.

(dramatic music) (blows thudding)

- Then why not give them your stuff?

- Oh, but you have so much.

Ah!

- No!

- I'm about to teach these ruffians proper sword technique!

- Use your talents, Rennick.

We need it now!

(electricity crackling) (dramatic music)

(men shouting)

- [Lady Diamond] No, no, hey, hey, hey!

That's mine. No, don't! (groans)

(Rennick groans)

- You can do it!

- [Lady Diamond] You, oh, oh!

Give it to me!

Give it back!

It's mine!

Give it to me! It's mine!

Come on. No, don't, no, no!

- Dunnigan, we're pulling out!

Dunnigan, leave it!

- [Lady Diamond] No, no, no, put me down, Dunnigan!

- That won't hold them long.

- Follow me! I know a safe place.

(men grunting) (water splashing)

(dramatic music)

Wait!

(bright music)

- Malthon, what exactly are you looking for?

- An access tunnel.

In ancient times, they were used to carry water.

Now, they're all but forgotten.

- Except by you. How fortunate.

You, you, you, rune.

(dramatic music)

Ah.

Quickly, my head is killing me.

You know, I wouldn't want somebody's blade arm

to be severed.

(sinister music)

- Pulsing, light.

- Hm.

- Are you sure these tunnels aren't used?

- Absolutely.

I travel these ways all the time.

- I don't like tunnels.

- Get used to it.

Besides, this way no one can track us.

(animal squawking)

(Pentakis speaking in foreign language)

- You fools!

- I beg your pardon, master.

But what does it mean?

- It means I have lost them.

Did you plant the tracer on Priamus?

Activate it!

(crickets chirping)

(Priamus singing in foreign language)

(gate rumbling)

- Whoa. Oh, the ancient signals work.

Oh.

- I have him.

- I need it official. Move aside.

No!

Don't go in!

Watachi, did you get his location?

- No, I'm- - Find them!

- I regret I was- - Do you hear me?

Find them.

(suspenseful music)

(birds chirping)

- [Narrator] With papers in hand,

they reached the border of the Outland.

From there, they would pass into Third Wood,

a fearful place of magic and mystery

in search of Ravelle, the healer.

(dramatic music) (eagle screeching)

As for my Priamus, it was then he discovered

how far-reaching Pentakis's grip had become.

The mark of Pentakis served as Priamus's safe passage.

They searched, and as time passed

hope waned, tempers flared.

(dramatic music)

Only Malthon could hear the voice of the beast.

And thus they were led into the dark heart of Third Wood.

- At last, welcome!

I've heard you coming for the last turn of sand.

I'm Ravelle, come in, please, to my home.

Be warm and eat.

- [Rennick] Our many thanks to you.

I carry the title Lord Protecter-

- No need for formal talk now.

Come in, please.

We'll get to know each other by a warm fire.

(door creaking)

(dramatic music)

Pendil, that's enough.

You'll eat me out of house and home.

- Zesty, my compliments, hostess.

Are you going to eat that, wagon man?

- How can you eat this swill?

(knife thudding)

- You be nice.

- Brisk ale, anyone, to top off the evening?

- Legendary!

- Now, tell me why you journeyed so far

to talk of prophecies.

- The riddle points to you as a member of this quest.

We are the last hope of defeating the Dark Mist.

- I don't understand.

I'm just a simple herbalist.

- Herbs?

My lady, hostess, do you mind if I go through your bins?

I'm looking for the root of a rare golden flower-

- They're back there.

Help yourself.

You want me to go with you because of some dandy tale?

That's ridiculous.

- I know it seems strange to have all of our lives affected

by something so remote, but I've made my decision.

The same as everyone else I guess.

(containers crashing)

(glass shattering)

(metal objects clanging)

- Well, I'm not picking him up.

- Rest here tonight.

I'll give you my answer in the morning.

- Yeah. A little sleep.

(suspenseful music)

(lid creaking)

- [Pentakis] They are with you now?

- All but your son.

- Don't concern yourself with Priamus.

If I know my son, he has gone ahead to the caves.

Show me the talisman.

Ah, so that is the key.

- Rennick says we'll face the Dark Mist.

You didn't mention that, Pentakis. Why?

- Ravelle, you are a trained assassin.

Why would a hint of danger bother you?

- Because I wasn't paid to die.

What's to keep your Mist spawn from eliminating me, as well?

- You should not fear magic for magic will protect you.

Catch.

It shall identify you as belonging to me.

Report when you make final contact.

- You tell me the target now

and we'll be done with them tonight.

- No! I need them, for now.

Do I need to employ someone else?

- I don't break my contracts.

- See that you don't.

Put on the amulet, Ravelle.

I'm with you always.

(Ravelle scoffs)

(sinister music)

(dramatic music)

(throat clearing)

- May I be of some assistance?

- You should be sleeping.

- I'm a light sleeper.

Pretty handy when cutthroats are about.

- And what do you mean by that?

- Oh, I often sleep in disreputable places.

No offense to you, of course.

- None taken.

I just like my guests to be comfortable.

I'm so sorry I woke you.

- You are too kind.

I thought I heard voices.

- I talk to myself.

- So many lovely girls suffer from that same malady.

- Comes from living alone.

- Alone, lonely, wild woman of the wood.

I know all about reminiscing.

Can't bear to think of such an honest woman

as yourself feeling that way.

From now on, I shall be your constant companion.

- I haven't said I'm going.

- Oh, I think it's safe to say your going

and I will be with you always.

(quiet tense music)

(dramatic music)

- Oh, how clumsy of me.

Are you all right?

- No harm done, mistress.

Accidents will happen.

(Ravelle gasping)

See you in the morning, Ravelle.

(dramatic music)

(knife thudding)

- [Narrator] Dunnigan was right.

Ravelle joined the Chosen.

Rennick led them to an ancient place of gathering forces

where manmade tunnels joined with rock from a lost age.

The crystal caves, now known as a place of evil,

a place to be feared.

(wind whistling)

(quiet tense music)

- People go in there and they don't come out again.

- I hate tunnels and now I don't like caves.

I'll wait out here.

- We all go.

(dark tense music)

(Dunnigan groans)

(Rennick speaking in foreign language)

Light.

(bright music)

(Priamus singing in foreign language)

(mysterious music)

All right. We'll have to split up into teams to search, uh.

(tense music)

(Diamon singing in foreign language)

(mysterious music)

(suspenseful music)

(bright music)

- Nature calls?

- Just wanted to see if you'd keep your word.

- Always.

(potion trickling)

Shall we join the others?

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(metal clanking)

- [Malthon] Move away from there, yearling!

- Malthon, come see what I found.

- Techno spawn spy!

Sent no doubt by my thrice-damned brother.

Move away.

- No, see, I understand how it works.

And if we can decipher the correct-

- [Malthon] Touch nothing!

(Priamus groaning)

(dramatic music)

(electricity crackling) (both groaning)

(Diamond singing in foreign language)

(electricity crackling) (both groaning)

(dramatic music)

- Malthon!

Stop!

You'll bring the whole place down!

(electricity crackling)

Malthon, enough!

- He is in league with the Guilds.

- I know him.

Priamus, if you stop we can talk.

(electricity crackling) (dramatic music)

(Priamus groaning)

You alright?

- Just a little shaken up.

- But still delightfully whole.

- All right, would somebody tell me what is going on?

Priamus, what are you doing here?

- He's been following us since day one.

I felt him the whole time.

- So that was you?

Oh, I should have known.

- Pentakis claims I've kidnapped you.

- Oh, it was a reasonable assumption on his part

as I did not share with him my plan of departure.

- Reasonable? He wants my hands!

- Well, I'm sorry if my arrival came at an inopportune time

but if I've read aright you need me.

- Can we just kill him?

- [Rennick] Where's Diamond?

- [Dunnigan] My lady, Diamond?

- [Diamond] I'm here.

(electricity crackling)

- [Quadrant Shadow] Welcome to the Chosen.

The repair team is now complete.

- Repair team?

- [Quadrant Shadow] Leader, approach.

- I think it means you.

- [Quadrant Shadow] Leader, approach.

You are well chosen, but your gathering has been slow.

Only five lights remain

to mend the promise in Shadow Valley.

Remember, access to the Tulcarion seal is the key.

(mystical music) (Rennick groaning)

- Wait, is that it?

- [Quadrant Shadow] End time is now.

Chosen, heal the brink.

Peace be by you.

- I need a drink.

- Quiet, quiet, I need to think.

Dunnigan, fighter.

Ravelle, healer.

Priamus, mage.

- [Dunnigan] Not bloody likely.

- Lady Diamond must be part of it, too, Rennick.

- As what, a storage device?

- Drop dead.

- So, Priamus.

Eh, it seems like you're meant to be here.

- Does that mean we don't get to kill the Guild spawn?

- [Rennick] Right now we have to figure out

how to find the Shadow Valley.

- We can access the matrix.

- [Malthon] Absolutely not!

- Quiet, Malthon, what are you talking about?

- Well, the matrix stands before you.

It reflects the energy currents

that float through our world.

This is our greatest discovery.

See, Pentakis learned of it using the books

that you gave him, Rennick.

- But what does all of that mean?

- [Priamus] We can use the matrix as a doorway

to wherever we need to go.

- Wait, you say you can use it?

Pentakis has trained you as techno-mage?

- I was made for it.

All my genetic codes were chosen by Pentakis

to yield a mind that could comprehend the ancient ways.

- Pentakis grew you?

- Well, technically he is my father.

Is that not how it is done?

Uh, if you do not wish to access the matrix,

another alternative would be to construct a portal.

- Where do you come up with these ideas?

A construct would be unstable at best.

- I merely state our present options.

- Activate the matrix.

- Of course.

(dramatic music)

(metal clanking)

(matrix buzzing)

There, now.

Input, Shadow Valley.

(matrix beeping)

- [Diamond] Oh, you've gotta be kidding.

- Is this where the big fight is supposed to happen?

On the other side of the world?

- We'll be there in moments.

Proper access codes.

(electric crackling)

- [Rennick] What's the matter?

- Oh, I don't know.

This is not right.

Look out!

- Rennick, how nice of you to call.

- Well, well, Pentakis.

I now have proof of your crimes.

Genetic manipulation, the matrix, crimes for which-

- Careful, Lord Protector, he- - We are talking!

(electricity crackling)

Such manners.

You learned that insolence

from your short time with Rennick.

Who else is there?

Oh, Lady Diamond!

- [Rennick] Diamond!

(Dunnigan screaming) (electricity crackling)

- What ever gave you the idea you could be a leader?

The Bragg clan?

Poor choice.

- What about me, my brother?

I am one of the Chosen.

- Traitor!

- Rennick, raise the bond. - Rogue!

Priamus, I created you, you cannot deny me this.

Give me the location of the seal.

- Don't tell him.

- The Shadow Valley.

- Goodbye, my son. (laughs)

(electricity crackling) (ground rumbling)

- [Rennick] Cave in!

- [Dunnigan] Everybody out!

- [Diamond] My things!

- What is going on with you?

You could have been killed back there!

- Take your hands off me.

You've done enough already.

How's Priamus. - He's not good.

- Can he answer some questions?

- Why, he'll just lie to you anyway.

- He knows where we should go.

- Oh, you don't mean you want us to continue?

- Oh, and what do you suggest?

That we let the world die

while we sit here and lick our wounds?

Now, we move on.

- You saw the math, Rennick, it's over.

It's over!

I mean, tell us, oh fearless leader,

how do you expect us to get across the world

within five lights?

Grow wings and fly?

- Don't do Pentakis' work for him.

- Rennick, Priamus said we could build a portal.

- Weren't you listening?

It's far too dangerous.

Besides, the quantity of pure rock required is enormous.

- If you had the rock, you could build it?

- In theory, it's never been tested.

- [Rennick] What are you getting at, Diamond?

- We have the pure rock.

The harvest at my southern stronghold should be in.

We just have to get to my keep.

- Priamus is too hurt.

We'll never make it over land.

- I am left to bring this up like a man.

But what about your tunnels?

(dramatic music)

- I think we go that way.

- You think?

A Groton walk has more brains than you do.

- Now just try it, little man.

(dramatic music)

- Put it away, Malthon.

Put it away.

(sinister music)

(Malthon grunting)

- I must beg your pardon, hostess.

- Just stay away from me! You, too!

(gentle music)

- This is just great.

Dunnigan, keep an eye on things.

(sinister music)

- Pentakis.

(creature squawking)

Pentakis, are you there?

- I can barely hear you?

Where are you?

- We're in some kind of manmade tunnel.

I'm not sure, but we're heading

for Lady Diamond's southern stronghold.

- We're trying to get a fix on you.

Ravelle, it's time to earn your keep.

Eliminate Dunnigan.

(sinister music)

Ravelle!

(creature squawking)

Oh, blast that woman.

Watachi!

- I could not get a fix on them, master.

- No need to worry, Watachi.

She said they were

in some tunnels going to Diamond's. (laughs)

Oh, very clever, my brother, very clever.

They're in the ancient tunnels.

We'll just flood them all.

Here.

Here.

(laughs) And here.

Whoosh!

(ominous music)

- Dunnigan. You startled me.

- I Know you're up to something

and I will find out what it is.

I had no idea your feelings for me were so strong, my lady.

- I should kill you right now. Right now.

- I'm sure we'd make the crossing together.

(Ravelle panting)

(Malthon groaning)

- Malthon! - (screams) No!

No, no, no! (sobs)

Let me finish, please. (whimpering)

(dramatic music)

(Malthon sobbing)

Nohtlam.

Yes.

Nohtlam.

A long time ago.

(Malthon laughs)

Uh, I prefer Malthon now.

- Alright, then, Malthon.

I think it is time for that explanation.

Tell the tale.

- (sighs) This hand.

This hand was a gift.

A gift from the Dark Mist.

Pentakis and I have fought this battle before.

He won and took my hand in the process.

I went to his secret pool,

a place where the Dark Mist had penetrated.

(Malthon groaning)

No!

The Dark Mist sensed my emotions.

It knew what I wanted and it wanted me.

(electricity crackling)

(Malthon moaning)

(Malthon screaming)

It talks to me, Rennick.

It wants something.

I don't know how much is me and how much is it anymore.

I could kill all of you.

Not me, but this thing.

- The hand is part of you, Malthon.

From what I've read of the Dark Mist,

it shadows the needs of the host.

If you kill one of us it is because you harbor that desire.

It is you.

Take it.

(dramatic music)

- Wait.

(tense music)

We have to get out of here now.

This is a trap.

Pentakis has found us.

(bright music)

(dramatic music)

- Priamus, glad to see you're still with us.

Everybody, we are out of here, now!

- He can't be moved, Rennick.

- We have to.

- He can't, he's hurt!

- The tunnel is going to flood.

- Flood? I thought you said it was safe?

- Dunnigan, I really don't have time

to debate this right now.

- Doors.

- Wait, he's trying to say something.

- Seal doors.

- Rennick, the doors.

Priamus says seal the doors.

- Doors.

(waves crashing)

(suspenseful music)

(water roaring)

- [Rennick And Malthon] What doors?

(waves roaring)

- Panel.

Use the panel.

- It's here!

(suspenseful music) (waves roaring)

- [Malthon] It's um.

- Do something, lads!

- Come on!

- Malthon, now!

- That's it, I don't know what else to do.

- Run!

(door thudding)

- (sighs) I hate tunnels.

(all laughing)

- [Narrator] With the aid of Ravelle and her potions,

Priamus quickly regained his strength.

They traveled the tunnels and emerged

near Lady Diamond's stronghold filled with new hope.

(dramatic music)

(sand blowing) (fly buzzing)

- The clans gave their word that this would not happen.

This is the work of Pentakis.

He's killed them all, destroyed my house!

- With no pure rock, we fail.

That is why he destroyed it all.

- You see those?

Solid pure rock.

We don't let him win.

- Malthon, can you levitate those out of here?

- I suppose we can.

You realize, of course, it will leave us almost powerless?

Do you really wanna build a portal

if you're gonna be too drained to walk through it?

- I thrillingly await your superior suggestion.

How long to build the portal?

- Less than a pass if we all work together.

Malthon, I could use an extra hand.

(dramatic music)

- Let's get to it.

- You go on then.

And I'll take care of the dead.

(rock scraping)

(somber music)

(rock scraping)

(Malthon groaning)

- You did well.

- Well. - Well.

(crickets chirping) (somber music)

- Goodbye, my friend.

(fire crackling)

(bright music)

- I smell a fight.

(dramatic music)

(warriors yelling)

- To the portal.

(dramatic music) (fighters shouting)

- [Malthon] Ignite!

- [Dunnigan] Die!

(Priamus speaking in foreign language)

- [Malthon] Ignite!

- [Portal] Portal activated.

(whip cracking) (fighters shouting)

(dramatic music)

(Malthon groaning)

(fighters shouting)

(portal crackling)

(fighters shouting)

- [Rennick] Malthon, hold the portal.

(dramatic music)

(swords clanging) (fighters groaning)

- Whoa! (sword whooshing)

- Watch it!

- [Malthon] I'm sorry. (groaning)

(fighters shouting)

(fighters laughing) (whip cracking)

(blows thudding) (men groaning)

(fighters shouting)

(suspenseful music)

- Quadrant Shadow, Dash Valley.

- [Quadrant Shadow] Enter access code.

(fighters shouting)

(dramatic music)

(fighters shouting) (swords clanging)

(Diamond groaning)

(Ravelle screaming)

(Ravelle groaning) (dramatic music)

- That's twice.

- Thanks.

- Couldn't bare the thought of a knife marring

that beautiful back of yours.

(fighter shouting)

(dramatic music)

(Dunnigan groaning)

- Are you alright?

- Only a flesh wound.

Let's get back to the others.

- Quadrant Shadow, Dash Valley.

- [Quadrant Shadow] Enter access code.

- Why isn't it open?

- It says we require an access code.

- Here, use this!

- Centurion!

- [Portal] Access granted! Portal open.

- It's opening up!

- [Portal] Time allowed for passage is 22 seconds.

(men grunting)

- I'll hold it from the other side.

- [Portal] 17.

- Come on. - 16.

- Please run a little faster.

I cannot guarantee the integrity of this construct!

Go, Dunnigan.

- [Portal] 12, 11.

- Please hurry.

- [Portal] 10, nine.

(whip cracking) (Dunnigan groaning)

(suspenseful music)

- Dunnigan!

- [Quadrant Shadow] Attention, portal closing.

In three, two, one.

(fighters shouting)

(Dunnigan groaning) (portal whirring)

- Oh my god. (panting)

Oh. (panting)

(Dunnigan groaning)

(pensive music)

(Malthon groaning)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(Dunnigan groaning)

- You will not be fighting for a while.

- Tell that to the Dark Mist.

- Sometimes in life you don't have a choice!

- You always have a choice, my lady.

I believe you dropped this.

(birds chirping)

- Never really liked it anyway.

(gentle music)

(electricity crackling)

- A wise choice.

(birds chirping)

- For you, for saving my life.

- (laughs) I believe it is I

that should be giving you the flowers.

- It's your herb, you silly man.

The one you've been looking for to make your dressine.

- Aye.

(Dunnigan laughs)

(Dunnigan groans)

- We better get outta sight.

We leave at dusk.

Make what preparations you, you can.

(gentle music)

(birds chirping)

(Dunnigan groaning)

(fire crackling)

We'll wait another click or so and then we go.

- A few turns of sand one way

or the other will make little difference.

- You don't have to wait, Rennick.

He's not coming back.

- What did you say to him?

- Don't you understand?

His arm is worthless!

He can't fight!

He left so that we would stand a better chance.

- I know how he feels.

- Drink this. It'll help ease the pain.

- I have something infinitely better!

Dressine, that which gives heart to the hunter,

courage to the worthy,

and beauty to all women.

Drink.

- Dunnigan, what?

- Go on then, drink!

(magical music)

- That stuff has some kick.

(magical music)

You do your family proud, Brew Master Dunnigan.

- It is superior.

Is there more?

- Plenty for all.

If the lady would oblige.

- It's good to have you back, Dunnigan.

(gentle music)

All of you.

I'm no good at speeches, I.

I think you all know what we face.

To friends.

And companions.

It is time we finish this quest.

(gentle music)

- [Dunnigan] Okay.

(suspenseful music)

- My Lord Protector, if you'd be so kind.

(door creaking) (suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(sword whooshing)

- Stay your hand.

Allow me to clear the way.

(swords clanging) (men grunting)

(man groaning)

- They're made of Dark Mist.

- Not much of a defense if you ask me.

Come on then, move across.

(dramatic music) (swords whooshing)

(swords clanging)

(blow thudding) (man shouting)

- Well, it seems the Dark Mist knights

are multiplying exponentially.

- Move across, yearling!

(Priamus shouting)

(swords whooshing) (men groaning)

(swords clanging)

(dramatic music)

- Come on.

Give me your hand.

- [Diamond] Hurry, Malthon!

(Malthon groans)

- Thanks, Malthon. - Run!

(dramatic music)

(men groaning) (swords clanking)

(Diamond growling)

- I had him.

- I know.

(man shouting)

(lava gurgling)

(dramatic music)

- Dunnigan!

- At last, a worthy challenge.

You trot along, I'll catch up later.

(dramatic music)

- I won't leave you.

- I can't tell you how touched I am,

but the others need an assassin of your caliber.

- You knew?

- Can we possibly take this up later?

- You are the most impossible man

I have ever met and I hate you!

- What's that?

I love you, too!

(Dunnigan yelling) (dramatic music)

- It's not working.

Pentakis must have altered the codes.

- Step aside.

(electricity whooshing)

(door grating)

Knock knock.

(Ravelle panting)

- Pentakis.

(magical music)

(dramatic music)

(magical music)

- You are here.

Welcome to end times.

- The final seal.

Pentakis, brother, you know what the Dark Mist will do

if you free it.

- It will do my bidding!

Brother, it is a distinct pleasure to see you again.

We have so very much to talk about.

Pain.

- No, Father!

The massive Dark Mist bound by the seal is far too powerful.

You cannot control it.

- I made you too well and you talk too much.

Air!

(Priamus choking)

- Pentakis!

He's a yearling!

- I can make a new one.

Lady Diamond, the most precious prize of all.

Isn't she beautiful, Rennick?

- Don't you touch her.

- Oh, I will do much more than that.

Such a lovely casing for power.

(sighs) Oh, the beauty of Seranna.

Didn't you tell him?

- Diamond?

- Never mind, dear.

You will be my conduit to remove the seal.

- Over my dead body.

- Yes, well.

If you insist!

(Diamond gasps)

- No!

(suspenseful music)

(Rennick groaning)

(Malthon groaning)

- God! God!

- Now the conduit is in place.

I could do with a little more power!

(electricity crackling) (men groaning)

I have fulfilled the prophecy!

(Rennick groaning)

Let the Dark Mist rise!

(stone grating) (electricity whizzing)

(Rennick groaning)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(swords whooshing) (Pentakis screaming)

(Ravelle groaning)

- Rennick, stay with me.

- He's killing her!

- The seal.

We have to stop it before it builds up more power!

(Malthon groaning)

Rennick!

- We need the focusing crystal!

(both groaning) (suspenseful music)

More!

Give it everything you got!

(Rennick and Malthon shouting)

(electricity whirring)

(explosion booming)

(both groaning)

- Don't let it pull you in!

(both groaning)

- [Priamus] Need a hand?

(all shouting)

(lid clanging)

(all laughing)

- Diamond, Diamond!

- Oh. - Oh.

What am I gonna do with you?

(gentle music)

- Well, technically the quest is over.

I'm in Seranna, Rennick, you figure it out.

- [Malthon] Thank you, Priamus.

- You're welcome, Uncle.

(gentle music)

- [Dunnigan] Would anyone care for a drink?

(Ravelle gasps)

- Dunnigan.

Well, go to it, boy.

(gentle music)

- Always.

- [Narrator] And thus the Lord Protector

solved the Riddle of the Chosen and led them to victory,

victory that ensured life to their world,

for a time, but that is another tale.

(upbeat dramatic music)

(upbeat dramatic music)

(upbeat dramatic music)

(upbeat dramatic music)

(triumphant music)

(dark dramatic music)

(ghostly vocalizing)