All language subtitles for The.Lord.Protector.1996.720p.WEBRip.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

So.

For untold ages, we mined the pure rock,
lifeblood of our world.

With it, the guild magicians created the
Matrix, a tool so powerful it fulfilled

all of our dreams.

All power has a price.

Ours was a seething shadow, a living
force called the Dark Myth.

In desperation, the Tultarian 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.

But peace lasts as long as youth.

Out as a kindred color form, battling
for control.

Destroying knowledge so that none could
use it to seize power.

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.

You are called.

Fulfill your destiny.

As you read, so shall you read.

End times are upon you.

The darkness is rising.

Come, assemble the chosen.

A reader does not fear the words he
reads.

Solve the riddle of the chosen.

When you are ready, I shall return.

Peace be by you.

Thus reneged sought Pentecost, once a
Lord Protector himself.

now leader of the powerful Guild Majors.

Mr. Manychans, Lord Protector.

We were not aware of any request for an
audience. We are on the brink of end

times, Watachi. I do not need an
invitation.

That was not my meaning, Ray.

Here lies our way.

Since when?

We've made changes.

I see.

You have not been announced. Fine!

Announce me.

Patrick, miss?

Forgive this intrusion, Gilmage.

Rennick, you old scavenger.

Welcome.

Watachi, take Feltries.

Come in.

Come in.

Rest your bones.

Rennick, I would like you to meet
Priamus, our most promising adept.

Priamus, this is Rennick, otherwise
known as the Fabled.

Lord Protector. It is time to gather the
Chosen.

Renek, please.

The warning is less than ten beats and
simply sounded. A law of probabilities.

The talents required of each of the
Chosen would obviously be sought in the

candidate of the current frame of time.
While 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.

Oh, but Pentecost, he is right.

It's the only way it fits. A
stonebreaker, sealmaker, obviously a

watcher, herbalist.

Something about a homeless warrior.

Look, what's this? Pon Fleck Shun will
know him.

He who isst a shaded twine.

A power case.

Storage device.

A pure rock crystal of proper tone would
work as a storage device.

Or the Scar of Jasper could be the
needed item. That will be enough.

Pentagus, we must begin immediately.

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

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 Pyrrhic foreclosure...
Primus, you are excused.

Leave the cube.

Why do you refuse to accept your duty?

My duty leaves me elsewhere.

I should have expected this from the man
who cut off the hand of his own

brother. Wrong words from a bondbreaker.

What threat did Lady Diamond present to
you?

You're right.

I don't need you.

I will bring this before the Great Hall.

Burgundy will hear of this.

Don't leave out Lady Diamond.

Lord, protect her.

You dare disrespect my house! My Lady
Diamond, so kind of you to join us.

You tread on shifting 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
sheets of yearlings.

It is true.

The guild has violated their oath.

We must assemble the chosen.

This is too much for turn upon turn.

I have suffered the endless petitions of
this houseless dag, always compelled by

ancient law.

Will 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 lessons 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
Balder.

And disagrees with you, my lord.

As does most of the realm, it seems.

Show me these words.

Bring the reader.

Lord Protector. Rise, Mariana.

Returns have been very kind to you.

Your words are fair.

Yes, he's quite the silver -tongued
suitor when he wants something.

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. Oh, 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.

all defy the prophecy.

You have fulfilled your duty, Lord
Protector. We choose to follow another

There is no other path.

Don't, Rennick.

Are you part of these lies too, my lady?

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

Look around you.

has changed.

Leave us, Renek. I declare word speak
thus ended.

Word speak thus ended.

You fools.

Entran!

No, Renek! Hold your places.

That's right.

Hold your places, you defusser -headed
morons.

Oh, you recognize this, do you?

Good. Maybe now you'll listen. You dare
to bring a null stone into our midst?

You have sealed your death, Lord
Protector.

Really? Well, maybe I should just drop
it and send us all to the angels.

Don't antagonize the madman, Opal.

You're a fool, Rennick.

I'm just following the crowd.

There are other ways of handling this.

What? I said hold your position.

What do you want, Rennick?

I'm glad you asked, Lady Beryl. Glad you
asked!

Burt!

Mariana is coming with me.

I'm taking this to the lower house.
Second, Jasper, I'll need your house

Have you gone completely mad?

Give me the Star of Jasper.

Yes. You'll save us all.

Well,

I'd love to stay and chat all day, but
it seems like there's a world I've got

go save.

Oops.

I fooled you. Take him!

Go!

Yes, you're doing so well on your own.
Duck!

What do you think you're doing? Shh, be
quiet.

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

Uh, they seem to be quite determined.

You don't want to push me here.

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

Have I made my point?

I have a joke.

Well, that, for one, could certainly use
a good laugh.

Yeah, why don't you tell us?

Now.

What, and have to explain it ten times?

Now, you lads look like men of a keen
eye. May I offer you some of my

choice items?

This little bobble, for instance.

This comes from the furthest reaches
of...

Third one.

Hey, you over there, clear off.

There he is.

Ponflexion, you'll know me.

On 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 past too far, so don't
you push me.

Now go save the world.

I think you owe me some answers, Mr.

Malfon.

What do you know of the property?

I owe you nothing, and I just helped
you, if you'll recall. Hey, will you

where you're going?

Uh, 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,
Penticus, cut off his hand.

Notlam was his name.

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

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 Notlam.
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?

Where did you find this?

Um, I'm a trader. I trade.

Is this really the true Kabbalah?

If that's what it says, that's what it
is. Do you know where to find this? I

mean, was there any more? Can you take
me there?

In the lost city of Valder, maybe you
have to look.

No, go find it yourself.

Now, did I miss anything?

You've read all those, haven't you?

Of course. Well, then you know.

If you've read the books, you know.

Really? And where do you see that
written?

Is it with everyone?

Keep your voice down. Why should I?

The world is coming to an end.

I would love to stay at home with
slippers and cream too, but I have no

You don't want me.

I'm not letting you walk away. No, no,
no.

No, no, no.

You will not interfere.

Look, I'm sorry. No, stay away.

No, no.

No! No!

All right, all right. I'll help.

I said I was sorry.

Look.

Did you happen to have a plan?

Yes.

I go to appeal to the lower houses.

There are no lower houses.

Opal and his scavengers have helped wipe
them out.

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.

All right, 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.

Up in the back.

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

Do you no longer practice the art?

You're going to need it.

It's a waste of time. It can't be the
place.

The man you are looking for is known to
favor the atmosphere here.

We are looking for a hero.

No, you are looking for a fighter.

We're just trying to help.

Gentlemen.

I'm the merchant.

I travel.

Poor merchant.

Can I buy you a drink, master?

You may call me Donegan.

And the price of this courtesy?

A few words of conversation.

I can tell you how the long wind did
take.

I might get a bottle.

Oh.

Ah, yes, here we are.

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
bones of my father.

You brought us to him?

This place was your idea.

I am Durrigan Bragg, the last living
heir of the Clan of the Blade.

Makers of the legendary Dressene.

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 horde of Narginian virgins.

An insult!

Temper, temper.

Stop it.

Both of you.

I have not lost my heart.

I suffer from an absence of material.

It's a rare golden flower.

Finished from our rubbish world.

It is my quest to find it.

Who do you need them?

I am loath 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.

an extremely irksome presence.

And ye are a drunk.

You'd be better off without him,
Brennick.

It shall be an honor to assist ye, Lord.

Thank you so much for your support.

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

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

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,
Blademaster.

Time to...

Are you done?

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...

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.

Don't let it through.

Take him.

Probably should have told you I had a
bit of a running with Pentagon.

Because this ain't possibly just any
word.

Hey, fella, wait!

Jannigan, we're out of here now!

You know, I shall flee no further.

You shame me, Lord Protector.

There was some shield you wove back
there, Malfon. It wasn't me.

I said it wasn't me.

Would anyone care for a drink? Look.

Malfon, do you know a quick way out of
here?

Any way we go now, there are at least 37
gates, five carways, and 15 tunnels

between us and the outer wall.

All heavenly guarded, no doubt. No
doubt.

I smell a bite.

Cheers.

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

Look, don't draw your swords. Maybe we
can bargain with them.

George. Great.

Hold!

I see you've 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 Donegan, at your service.

I'm honored.

Look, Rennick, manner.

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.

Well, as your advisor, I strongly
protest.

You have your orders.

You know why I go.

Watch my house, noble friend.

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.

Renick 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.

Bearers up.

One.

Two.

Yes, far enough.

Now, take your shopping and go.

Such a way with words.

No.

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

Oh, now it's we, eh?

You tell her.

Kill it.

The both of you.

Your pardon, my lady.

Is that you, Donegan, dear?

At your service.

I regret that the pleasure of your song,
alas, endangers the well -being of our

persons.

Oh, that's a good one.

I cannot believe I allowed myself to be
roped into this body.

Women!

An excellent time for a noble scouting
expedition.

So?

What's that old grumpy glove?

His name is Malfon. He's a merchant.

Plus other talents.

At first I thought he was not one.

Thoreau? Rennick. He had 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,
Pentagus.

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.

know how to listen. It is the rest of
the realm that has gone deaf.

Renick, 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's not doomed.

There's others that work.

I have enough riddles to deal with. What
others?

Perhaps she could tell us.

Mariana, we found her snooping alongside
the road.

What we?

Hear me, Lord Protector.

I come by first oath, fealty to the
Lord.

Now, let her go.

I am fealty to the Lord.

Here, warm yourself by the fire.

How did you find me? Long has my line
held the key waiting for the leader of

chosen.

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, Pentecost branded you rogue,

you had stolen his property and
kidnapped his son, Primus.

Primus?

Primus is his son? He hunts for you,
demanding your hands in payment for your

crime. How original.

You must move quickly.

When you get to Baldwin... We are not
visiting the Lost Cities. We travel to

Thirdwood. But you're a fighter.

That's your servant.

Yes, we have a fighter. We need a
healer.

Do you know of Revell?

But, Thurwood, our influence has been an
outland.

Hey, smell a fight!

Lies!

I want to continue.

The risk could be great.

Travel kit, my friend.

Hey!

What are you doing?

Look at my things! They don't want us.
They want stuff.

Then let's give them your stuff.

Oh, but you have so much.

No!

I want to teach these ruffians proper
core technique.

Use your talents, Renick. We need it
now.

What exactly are you looking for?

An access funnel.

In ancient times, they were used to
carry water.

Now they're all but forgotten.

Except by you.

How fortunate.

You, you, you.

Quickly,

my head is... killing me.

I wouldn't want somebody laid on to be
feathered.

man.

Flight.

Are you sure these tunnels aren't used?

Absolutely.

Travel these ways all the time.

I don't like tunnels.

Get used to it.

Besides, this way, no one can track it.

What does it mean?

It means I have lost them.

Did you plant the tracer on Primus?

I made it!

Of

the

ancient symbols work.

I have him! An official will move aside.

With papers in hand, they reached the
border of the Outland.

From there, they would pass into
Thirdwood, a fearful place of magic

and mystery in search of Ravel the
Healer.

As for Primus...

It was then he discovered how far
-reaching Penticus's grip had become.

The mark of Penticus served as Primus's
safe passage.

They searched, and as time passed, hope
waned, tempers flared.

Only Malzahn could hear the voice of the
beast.

And thus they were led into the dark
heart of Thurdwood.

At last!

Welcome!

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

I'm Ravel.

Come in, please, to my home. Be warm and
eat.

Our many thanks to you.

I carry the title Lord Protect... No
need for formal talk now.

Come in, please. We'll get to know each
other by a warm fire.

Pindle. Enough.

You'll eat me out of house and home.

Zesty!

My compliments, hostess.

How are you going to eat that wagon man?

How can you eat this swill?

You be nice.

Are you still anyone to top off the
evening?

Legendary.

Now, tell me why you've 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. What's that?

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?

It's ridiculous.

I know it seems strange to have all of
our lives affected by something so

remote. But I've made my decision.

And so has everyone else, I guess.

picking him up.

Rest here tonight.

I'll give you my answer in the morning.

Yeah.

I'm going to sleep.

All but your son.

Don't concern yourself with Primus. If I
know my son, he has gone ahead to the

cave.

Show me the talisman.

So that is the key.

Rennick says we'll face the dark mist.

You didn't mention that, Penticus.

Why? Ravel, 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 mistspawn from
eliminating me as well?

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

Catch her!

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, River.

May I be of some assistance?

You should be sleeping.

I'm a late sleeper.

Very 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 talked to myself.

Several of our groups suffer from that
same malady.

Comes from living alone.

Alone, lonely, wild woman of the wood.

I know all about loneliness.

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 you're
going.

And I will be with you always.

How clumsy of me.

Are you all right?

No harm done, mistress.

Accidents will happen.

See you in the morning, Lavelle.

Donegan was right.

Ravel joined the Chosen.

Rennick led them to an ancient place of
gathering forces where man -made tunnels

joined with rock from a lost age.

The Crystal Caves, now known as the
Place of Eagle.

A place to be feared.

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

I hate tunnels.

I knew I want that cave.

I'll wait out here.

We all go.

Bolton, man, light fall.

All right.

We'll have to split up into teams to
search.

Nature of calm.

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

I would.

Shall we join the other?

Move away from there, yearling!

Now, Thot, come see what I found.

Technospawn's spy said no doubt.

By my thrice -tandered brother, move
away.

Well, now, see, I understand how it
works. And if we can decipher the

correction... Hush! Nothing!

Malfon! Stop!

He'll bring the whole place down!

Malfon, enough!

He is in league with the guild!

I know him!

Primus, if you stop, we can talk!

A little shaken up.

But still delightfully whole.

All right, would somebody tell me what
is going on? Primus, what are you doing

here? He's been following us since day
one.

I felt you the whole time. So that was
you.

I should have known.

Penticus claims I've kidnapped you.

Well, 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 for my arrival.

It came at an inopportune time, but if
I've read it right, you need me.

Can we just kill him?

Where's Diamond?

My lady Diamond!

I'm here!

Welcome to the children.

The repair team is now complete.

Repair team?

Leader approach.

I think it means you.

Leader, approach.

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

Only five lives remain to mend the
promise in Shadow Valley.

Remember, access to the Total Carrion's
heel is the key.

Wait, is that it?

End time is now.

Chosen, heal the break.

Peace is divine.

I need a drink.

Quiet, quiet. I need to think.

Dunagan fighter.

Revelle healer.

Primus.

Mage. Not bloody likely.

Lady Diamond must be part of it too,
Renek. Is what, a storage device?

Drop dead.

So, Primus.

It seems like you're meant to be here.

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

Right now we have to figure out how to
find the Shadow Valley.

We can access the Matrix.

Absolutely not!

Quiet, Malfoy. What are you talking
about?

Well, the Matrix stands before you.

It reflects the energy currents that
flow through our world. This is our

greatest discovery.

See, Pentecost learned of it using the
books that you gave him, Rennick. But

what does all of that mean?

We can use the Matrix as a doorway to
wherever we need to go.

Wait, you say you can use it?

Pentecost has trained you as Technomage?

Well, I was made for it.

Well, my genetic codes were chosen by
Pentecost to yield a mind that could

comprehend the ancient ways.

Pentecost grew you.

Well, technically he is my father.

Is that not how it is done?

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.

Merely state our present options.

Activate the matrix.

Of course.

There.

Now, input Shadow Valley.

You've got to 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.

The proper access codes?

What's the matter?

I don't know.

This is not right.

Look out!

Renegade. How nice of you to call.

Well, well, Petticus.

I now have proof of your crimes.

Genetic manipulation, the Matrix, crimes
for which you... Careful, Lord

Protector. We are talking.

Such manners.

You learned that insolence from your
short time with Renick. Who else is

Oh, Lady Diamond.

Whatever 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 traitors.

Riddick, break the bond. Rogue!

Primus, I created you. You cannot deny
me this. Give me the location of the

seal. Don't tell him.

Shadow Valley.

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
shitter and lick our wounds?

No, 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 Pentecost work for him.

Rennick, Primus said we could build a
portal.

Weren't you listening?

It's far too dangerous.

Besides, the quantity of pure rock
required is enormous.

But if you had the rock, you could build
it.

In theory, it's never been tested. What
are you getting at, Diamond?

We have the pure rock.

The harvest at my southern stronghold
should be in.

I just have to get to my keep.

Primus is too hard. We'll never make it
over land.

I am lost to bring this up, wagon man.

But what about your tunnels?

go that way.

You think?

A Groton walk has more brains than you
do.

I just try it, old man.

Put it away, Malfon.

Put it away.

Just stay away from me. You too.

Pentacus.

Pentacus, are you there?

I can barely hear you. Where are you?

We're in some kind of man -made tunnel.
I'm not sure, but we're heading for Lady

Diamond's southern stronghold.

We're trying to get a fix on you.

Revelle, it's time to earn your keep.

Eliminate.

No need to worry, Watachi.

She said they were in some tunnels going
to diamonds.

Oh, very clever, my brother.

Very clever.

They're in the ancient tunnels.

We'll just... flood them all.

He 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.

Then shall we make the crossing
together?

Thank you.

I think it is time for that explanation.

Tell the tale.

This hand... This hand

was a gift.

A gift from the dark mist.

Panticus 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.

The dark mist sensed my emotions.

It knew what I wanted, and it wanted me.

Me and how much is it anymore?

I could kill all of you.

Not me, but this thing.

The hand is part of you, Malfon.

From what I've read of the darkness, it
shadows the needs of the host. If you

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

It is you

I need to get out of here now.

Prime is glad to see you're still with
us.

Everybody, we are out of here now.

He can't be moved, Renick. We have to.
He can't. He's hurt. The tunnel is going

to flood.

Flood? I thought you said it was there.

I really don't have time to debate this
right now.

Doors. Wait, wait, wait. He's trying to
say something.

Seal the doors.

Renick, the door.

Prime has said seal the doors.

Doors.

Use the panel.

It's here!

With the aid of Ravel and her potions,
Primus quickly regained his strength.

They traveled the tunnels and emerged
near Lady Diamond's stronghold, filled

with new hope.

The clans gave their word that this
would not happen.

This is the work of Pentagus.

He's killed them all.

Destroyed my house.

With no Purok, we fail.

That is why he destroyed it all.

You see those?

Solid Purok.

We don't let him win.

Malfon.

Can you let me take those out of here?

I suppose we can.

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

Do you really want to build a portal if
we're going to 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.

I thought I could use an extra hand.

Let's get to it.

You go on, then.

I'll take care of the dead.

You did well.

Goodbye, my friend.

Sorry, just made a fight.

I'm sorry!

Get back to the others.

Quadrant Shadow Dash Valley.

Enter access code.

Why isn't it open? It said that we
require an access code.

Here, use this.

To carry on.

Access is granted.

Portal to the portal now.

Time allowed to pass is 20 seconds.

Portal closing.

In three, two...

They'll 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.

Never really liked it anyway.

For you.

For saving my life.

I believe it was 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 Justine.

Better get out of sight.

We leave at dusk.

Make what preparations you if you can.

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, Renick.

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.

Thirteen.

That which gives heart to the hunted.

Courage to the worthy.

And beauty to all women.

Done again with one, then.

Link!

That stuff has some kick.

We do your family proud, Brewmaster
Dunagan.

It is superior.

Is there more?

Plenty for all.

If the lady would oblige.

It's good to have you back, Duncan.

All of you.

I'm no good at speeches. I think you all
know what we face.

To friends.

and companions.

It's time we finish this quest.

protection if you'd be so kind.

defensive, you ask me.

Come on, then.

Move across.

It seems the darkness nights are
multiplying exponentially.

Move across, yearling.

You twat along.

I'll catch up later.

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?

Will we possibly take this up later?

You are the most impossible man I...

Predacus must have altered the code.

You are here.

Welcome to end times.

The final seal.

Petticus, brother, you know what the
darkness will do if you free it. It will

my bidding.

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

very much to talk about.

No,

father! The mass of darkness bound by
the seal is far too powerful. You cannot

control it. I made you too well, and you
talk too much.

Pentecost!

He's a yearling.

I can make a new one.

Lady Diamond, the most precious...

of all. Isn't she beautiful, Renick?

Don't you touch her. Oh, I will do much
more than that.

Such a lovely casing for power.

Oh, the beauty of Serana.

Didn't you tell him?

Damn it.

Never mind, dear. You will be my...

conduit to remove the seam.

Over my dead body?

Yes.

Well, if you insist.

I could do with a little more.

Well, technically the quest is over.

I'm in Sarana, Rennick.

You figure it out.

Thank you, Primus.

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.

Thank you.