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Mistress:
Previously on "The Outpost"...

What does your kinj do?

It takes us all to paradise.

Maybe it connect all
of the stingfly brains together,
like a hive.

We've come to bring peace
to your village.

If four of the infected
come into a town,

and then they
then pass on their kinj

every time one
becomes affected--

65,536.

That's more people than even
live in the Capital.

First person
to get one of these
from Yavalla was Gwynn.

How long does she have
before she's like this?

The first 20 or 30 days,
she'll be wasting away.

( music playing )

It's the false queen
with a Blackblood witch
by her side.

Surely she knows better
than to attack the Capital.

She has an army with her.
I don't like it.

Keep the gates closed.

Order the attack.

Give the order.
Kill them all, Commander.

Are you deaf?
Commander, give the order
or face execution.

- What is this?
- There's nothing to fear.

Yavalla comes to you
in peace.

How dare you?

Strip her of her adornments,
then lock her in the prison.

- ( cheering )
- That was easy.

I always prefer
a bloodless takeover.

The Commander is one
of our first unitings.

( theme music playing )

Still nothing?

Uh, less than nothing.

Yavalla is out there
spreading this disease

and Gwynn's life
is getting sucked away.

- This is horrible.
- You have no idea.

You're not the one
with all of this rat blood
on your hands.

You know,
whenever I do manage to
get any kind of sleep,

I have all these nightmares
about all of these rats
that I've killed

- just come to get me
for revenge.
- All right, all right.

We've confirmed that the kinj
seems to live at the base
of the brain.

Until it's ready to split,
and then-- then it moves
to the frontal area.

But we can't cut it out
of either place without killing
the poor infected things.

Which means that surgery
is not an option.

Well, you said Gwynn
loses more of her life
with each uniting.

- Mm.
- She doesn't have
much time left.

- All right,
you can't give up.
- Never.

We're just moving from,
um, surgery to toxins.

We're searching for poison
that doesn't kill rats,
but kills kinjes.

And therefore presumably
doesn't kill people.

And how long
is that going to take?

( chuckles )
I don't know, Talon.

A day, a moon? Eternity?
Who knows, Talon?

We're working blind.

Well, it seems to me
our only option now is--

Our only option now is what?

Nothing.
Get back to work.

She's a bossy little thing,
isn't she?

You know, uh, there's
no blades allowed in here.

You gonna tell Munt on me?

You really hate me, don't you?

I don't hate you, Garret.

I mean, it's obvious
why I should hate you.

Someone responsible
for beating,

starving,
and, well, enslaving me.

But you,
why do you hate me so much?

I don't hate you.

Could it be...

because I ended up
with Talon?

( chuckles )

And tell me,
what difference would
it make if I did hate you?

Because all too often, Zed,
you and I are going to have
to fight side by side.

And when we do,
I want to make sure
that you will have my back.

This might come
as a surprise to you,

but I really care about Talon.

And right now,
for some reason I completely
fail to understand,

you're the thing
that makes her happy.

For that reason alone,
I've got your back.

Good. Well,
I'm glad that we could be
mature about this.

Good.

Now punch yourself
in the face.

Oh!

Oh, you're dead!

What's going on here?

Nothing.

Nothing.
Any-- any breakthroughs
with Janzo or Wren?

- No, nothing yet.
- Then we're all in agreement.

We have to find
and kill Yavalla.

Well, that won't be easy.
I stabbed her through the heart.

A moment later it was like
it never happened.

Then we'll cut off her head.

And keep hacking until there's
nothing left to regenerate.

Janzo:
Might I suggest fire?

You know what
we're talking about?

Of course.

What solution could
three warriors be plotting

other than to hack and slash
their enemy to bits?

Janzo,
if we let Yavalla live,

we're sacrificing
everyone else.

I know. Doesn't mean
I have to be happy about it.

Yavalla is still
Wren's mother, after all.

- You can't say anything
about thi--
- I can.

But I won't.

Unfortunately, I agree that
your plan is all we have left.

She'll probably never want
to speak to me ever again.

I know this is hard for you.

But will it work?

If we kill Yavalla,
will it free the infected?

Probably.
Maybe. Who knows?

Janzo, we need
your expert opinion.

Please. Will it work?

The infected are all
controlled by Yavalla.

If she and her kinj die,

there'll be nothing left
to control.

They'll no longer be slaves.

So if Yavalla dies,
it will cure the infected?

There's no guarantee.
It's just--

it's just my expert opinion.

This fulminate,

it will burn through tissue
faster than any other substance.

Just-- just ignite
and throw it.

So, you think fire
is our best chance
at destroying Yavalla?

It should destroy all of her
living tissue instantly.

There'll be nothing left
to regenerate.

But then again...

who knows?

Well, thank you, Janzo.

You don't even know where
Gwynn and Yavalla went.
They could be anywhere by now.

The Outpost has
taken in refugees from every
corner of the Realm.

Gwynn and Tobin have been seen
heading north to the Capital.

Finding her isn't the problem.
Getting close to her is.

She'll be surrounded
by infected soldiers
and believers,

- all of whom would die for--
- Where are you all going?

Oh, they're just--
don't worry, they're, um,

they're just going
to find Gwynn.

Janzo, you're in charge of
the Outpost until I get back.

- You can't be serious.
- Wren, I need you to be
Janzo's right hand.

Make sure he doesn't
screw everything up.

Here. The Lu-Qiri are of
no use to us where we're going,

so use the rings
to summon them if you need to.

What are you planning, Zed?
Don't lie to me.

Janzo:
Why don't you come inside
with me? Come on.

- I'll make you
a delicious hot ale.
- I'm not stupid.

I know you're going to try
to kill my mother.

Well, you're wasting your time.
She can't be killed.

I'm sorry, Wren,
but we have to try.

I hate my mother,
but I don't want her to die.

She's all I've got.

That's not true.

You've got me.

Thank you.

Rejoice the end of oppression
and cruelty of the Three.

The Three have now been
replaced by the One,

and her name is Yavalla.

I am your Queen,
but she is our God.

( crowd murmuring )

Join with me. Become United.

Enjoy the peace
and the well-being
that it brings.

This isn't right!
What happened to the Three?

( ghostly whispering )

( crowd murmuring )

Don't be afraid.

In time,
you will all be United.

There you are.

I've been looking
all over for you.

- What are you doing?
- Being in charge.

I think. Not really sure.
I mean, isn't--

isn't this where I'm supposed
to be in charge from?

I suppose.
Not necessarily.

Do you know what, Wren?

No one's ever given me
responsibility before.

Oh. You-- you mean other
that curing the Plaguelings?

Or saving Garret's life?

Or running the only
tavern in town?

Yes, I guess there
is always that.

But now, there's--
there's soldiers to command
and people to feed.

Not to forget the daily risk
of infestation.

It's all just
a bit overwhelming.

Oh, stop hiding up here
and get back to work.

Talon chose you for a reason,
Janzo.

You're the best man
for the job.

Thank you.

And don't worry.

When you fail,
I'll be right here
to take over.

All right?

Come on!
You can do this.

( music playing )

- ( swords clashing )
- ( men screaming )

Cover your ears.

You slaughtered
unarmed peasants.

Unarmed, but infected.
Just as deadly.

It doesn't do any good
to kill them.

- There's always more.
- Well, that's where
I think you're wrong.

We're gonna kill
every last one of them

till the infection's purged
from the Realm.

You would have to
kill thousands.

Tens of thousands, I hope.

'Cause there's nothing like
killing freaks. Right, boys?

- Yeah!
- ( laughter )

And how do you know
who's infected?

I've already
encountered so many,
I have a feel for it.

Lucky for you three
or you would be dead already.

So you're just
randomly wandering around
slaughtering people?

Not random.
We're beating a path
to Gallwood Outpost.

It's said to be
the only safe haven.

You should turn around
while you still can.

You're going to the Outpost?

In case you don't know,
they're not exactly friendly
to the Prime Order.

There is no Prime Order anymore.

The Realm's in chaos.
Infections everywhere.

There's only freaks
and not freaks.

Them and us.

He does have a point.

Don't let the freaks
get their hands on that

pretty little face of yours.

Do you think Janzo
will let them in?

I hope not.

There are fewer people
coming in every day.

Does that mean everyone
out there is infected?

I hope not,
but we've already taken in

too much for this Outpost
to accommodate.

Wren:
No, there's still room.

We can just put them
in the abandoned district.

It's not a question
of room, Wren.

There's nothing to feed them.

The storehouse is as empty
as Munt's head.

Hey, my head is not empty.
Is it?

So we start portioning food.
We just enforce half rations.

Mm. We do need a fair
system of apportions.

Man: Next.

( rat squeaking )

I say the bigger the man,
the more food he should get.

Munt, you raise
an excellent point.

- I do?
- Yes.

You can live off the food
that you've got stored
in that big old gut of yours.

- From now on, you only have
a quarter ration.
- No, no. No.

- I'll take...
- Janzo, no.

- Thank you.
- Man: Next.

( rat squeaking )

Keep pawing at her,
little one.

That's right.

Next.

Hello.

Uh.

Do you want some cheese?

Thank you, sir.

Next.

Sun's up.
We should get moving.

I'll fill the waterskins,
but then we have to go.

I'm genuinely interested
in what you see in him.

You really want to know?

How about he's honest?
Loyal.

He'd die for me
without a second thought.

All sounds a bit boring
and predictable to me.

Don't come any closer.

I don't want to hurt you.

You stay right there.

( growling )

I get that the man's
good-looking,

but he's about
as exciting as a mouthful
of sawdust and water.

And you're more like
a mouthful of acid.

That hurts.

Garret lives by a code,

and he finds a way to do
what needs to be done

without betraying
his friends.

Unlike someone I know.

Where is he, by the way?

He should be back by now.

( grunting )

( wheezing )

I'm sorry.
Was that your father?

Where is your father?

You should go to him.

Go on!
Go to your father!

I may not always
be in the right,

but at least I try and fix
what I've broken.

( grunting, panting )

What happened?

( gasps )
Almost got infected.

You shouldn't go off alone.
You're not immune like us.

Wait, did you even get
the water?

- Garret: What?
- See?

- He's not so perfect.
- I'm sorry, what was that?

Nothing. Come on.
We better keep moving.

( ghostly whispering )

Your...

friends...

are on their way.

It must be something
important, right?

Because they wouldn't just
call us unnecessarily.

They know we're doing
so much work around here.

I just don't understand
what wasn't clear

about my instructions.

I mean,
if they're not infected,
let them in.

And if-- if they are, then...

- Oh.
- Who are they?

- Only our sworn enemy.
- Ugh.

We've come all this way
for sanctuary from the plague,

only to find the Outpost gates
closed to us.

I'm sorry, but, um,
but you can't come in.

Not unless you, um,
renounce your allegiance

to the Prime Order
and the Three

and unless you support
Queen Rosmund

as the rightful ruler
of the Realm.

There.
That should get rid of them.

I don't know much about
this Queen you speak of,

but I will gladly renounce
the Prime Order and the Three.

We present ourselves as men
with no allegiance,

wanting only to serve
and protect those uninfected
left in the Realm.

- Damn.
I wasn't expecting that.
- It's only nine men.

It's nothing
our Lu-Qiri can't handle
if they make trouble.

I'd still rather
send them away.

I just don't see how
we can deny them sanctuary.

What say you, gatekeeper?

You've won the war.
Prime Order is defeated.

Don't let this red armor
stand in the way

of joining forces against
a common enemy.

Open the gate.

( gate opening )

Wren,
I hope I don't regret this.

Very clever.

Boys, welcome to
your new home.

Maybe Yavalla
didn't stop here.

( indistinct shouting )

Yavalla can't have taken
control of the Capital already.

- It's not possible.
- Zed: It is if they were
unsuspecting.

How would the Outpost
have faired if we didn't know
firsthand about Yavalla?

Or if Wren hadn't have invented
that kinj detector rat cage?

- Janzo invented that.
- Would you two shut up
and focus?

How are we going to get in alive
through that gate?

We don't go in
through the gate. Come on.

( knocking )

- I'll get it.
- Ah-ha.

Tell them we're closed.

- We're closed.
- Oh, you are, are you?

My men and I have been
on the road for a long time
with no female company.

How about you give me
a little kiss?

You put your hands
on her again,

I'll throw you out
covered in bruises.

I'm shaking in my boots.

Listen, I already regret
opening my gates to you

and your herd of swine.

So one more outburst
and I will change my mind,

and I'll have you banished.

The gatekeeper.
What are you doing here?

Go back to the gate
and stop the freaks
from getting in.

Janzo just happens to be
acting base commander,

so you better watch
your mouth.

This little wisp of a man?

Base commander?

- Nah, it can't be that easy.
- What can't be that easy? Hmm?

- No offense intended.
- Hmm.

I only ask that
you stay open long enough

for us to get some bread
and ale in our guts,

and then we'll get out
of your hair.

My men and I are hungry.

Listen, this whole
Outpost is hungry.

So you'll get the same
food rations as everyone else.

You will get half
a ration of barley meal
and a cube of cheese

thrice a fortnight.

The storehouse needs
careful management now--

now that we've got all
these refugees taking--

Oh? And how many days' rations
have you got left
in that storehouse?

- That's privileged information.
- Yes.

Good idea to keep
that number quiet.

We wouldn't want a riot,

have the warehouse emptied
by an angry mob.

- That's not going to happen.
- All the same.

My men and I will take it
upon ourselves to guard
that little storehouse,

make sure it keeps us fed.

You leave my storehouse alone!

I don't need
any of your help.

Let's go, boys.

I served under a Prime Order
quartermaster.

I used to get wine
into the city this way.

Zed: Did the wine end up
smelling like whatever's
stuck to my boot?

Hey!

- Garret: I get the feeling
they aren't infected.
- Talon: No.

They don't have that
happy calm thing happening.

It's all right.
It's all right. It's all right.

We're here to help,
but we need to find
Queen Rosmund

and the Blackblood
prophetess Yavalla.

- Do you know where they are?
- The Queen sits in
the Council Room.

They say Yavalla's
in the new shrine.

Courtyard Square.

And The Three?
What about them?

One never returned from--
from the war with the Queen.

- And Two and Three?
- Some say One and Three
are dead.

I saw them drag Two
to the prison.

All right, come on.

Listen, this tunnel
leads to a drainage culvert
we came in through.

It'll take you outside
the city gates.

From there you'll have to
make a run for it.

Just follow the smell.

If you can make it
to Gallwood Outpost,

they'll provide you shelter.

Avoid everyone else.
Am I clear?

- Yes.
- Go on.

Come on. I know a back way
to the Courtyard Square.

We have to get to Yavalla.

Step aside. We're running
the storehouse now.

You're running nothing!

Time for you and your men
to leave the Outpost.

We gave you more
than fair warning.

It's me that gave you
fair warning.

( blows ring )

( distant roaring )

( crowd murmuring )

- ( blows ring )
- ( roaring )

( roaring )

I'd heard rumors.

Truly they defy description.

- ( growling )
- ( screaming )

( screaming )

There's no need to fight!
You can't win!

( crowd murmuring )

( screeching )

( screeching )

( Lu-Qiri roars )

( all screaming )

( screaming continues )

One.

No.

But I have what
was in his head.

But how?

I caught his foolish
young acolyte

trying to take it back
to the Capital.

He hadn't figured out
how to use it,

so I took it for myself.

No, no, no!
Don't hurt them!

Please! Please!
They could serve you.

( screaming continues )

Janzo: Go on, then.

Take all our food
if that's what you want!

Take it all!
Just leave us here to starve!

Oh, I might have been
content with your food.

But try this insulting
move on me?

Now I'll have to rule
this whole Outpost

for the good of everyone.

- This is my Outpost now!
- ( screaming continues )

Kneel.

Or die.

( gasps )

Seems we'll have to finish
what the Prime Order started.

Arrest all the Blackbloods.

( music playing )

- What are you doing?
- Pass me your rings.

What are you up to,
little man?

I thought
I was going to prison.

You haven't got pointed ears.

I need you to manage
these pitiful people
as they starve.

With half rations,
they might be unhappy,

but they're not going
to starve.

We'll start
with quarter rations
for the useful ones,

and no rations for the sick,

the young,
the old, or the weak.

You're crazy.

It's time to thin the herd.

No sense wasting food
on the soon to be dead.

Never. I'm not going
to help you do any of that.

You will...

when you see
what I do to these people
of you disobey me.

( crowd gasping, screaming )

( crowd screaming )

Stop! Stop! Enough! Enough!

Listen!

I'm now overlord
of this Outpost.

All food belongs to me.

If you're strong,
you serve me well,

you will be given
enough food to survive.

If not, you'll starve.

Anyone who opposes me will die
in agony like these fools.

There's only two guards.

But the worshippers
could cause trouble as well.

Zed and I are immune.

If they get their hands
on you, Garret--

Then you burn Yavalla
to a pile of ashes

and do not hold back
to protect me.

Getting to Yavalla
is all that matters.

If this thing doesn't work,
we need to cut off
Yavalla's head

and keep hacking
until that kinj is dead.

If you don't get to her first,
I will.

- You ready?
- Both: Ready.

( grunting, shouting )

It's over, Yavalla.

( panting )

Stop!

It's not her.

- Where is she?
- I'm right here, Zed.

- I see you.
- Where is your body?

I have many bodies,
many eyes, many hands.

And those bodies
are slowly dying.

Do your minions know that?

As bodies die,
others take their place.

We have to go.
We have to go now!

There's nowhere to go,
Captain Spears.

Zed?

Zed?

( music playing )

( blows ring )

( indistinct muttering )

- Aah!
- ( growling )

That was bloody fast,
wasn't it?

( Lu-Qiri snarling )

Hello.

My name is Janzo.

I--I'm ex-- ex-lover of Talon.

- Current lover of Wren.
- ( roars )

I translated some Blackblood.
It's probably not perfect.

I mean, it'll be close
to perfect. I'm Janzo.

But, um, I'm not sure I'll be
able to pronounce it all,

but hopefully
it makes enough sense.

( growling )

( whimpering )
All right.

Here it goes.

- No?
- ( snarls )

Think, Janzo, think.

What would Janzo do-- no.

What would Talon do?

( roaring )

( snarling )

( whimpering )

- Zed!
- We need to get out
of the city.

Hopefully Yavalla
hasn't gone too far.

No, we're not leaving yet.
Not without Gwynn and Tobin.

Gwynn and Tobin are infected.

The only thing
we can do for them now
is track down Yavalla

and put an end
to this whole thing.
Garret, tell her.

We're not leaving
until we find Gwynn.

Outnumbered by crazy people.

Ooh.

( door opening )

Munt! Munt!

Did it work, Janzo?
Did the demons listen to you?

I don't know.
I don't-- I don't think so.
We'll have to see.

- Oh, when?
- When what?

- When will we see?
- Oh, gods.

- I didn't tell them a time.
- Well, where did you
tell them to bring it?

I didn't tell them
that either.

Yeah, I know the feeling.

All right,
the logical assumption

would be for them to bring it
where we met them, right?

- Come on, let's go back.
- All right, let's go.

- Let's go!
- Ooh.

- Are you hungry?
- ( screams )

- I'm always hungry.
- It was here.

And then they were jumping
from behind as well.

Munt.
Munt, they understood me.

I always told you they were
amazing creatures, didn't I?

I mean, I just
barely told them to go hunting
and here they are.

I mean, it's not enough
to feed the masses, but--

( snarling )

Munt:
I guess you speak Blackblood
better than you think.

Yes. Yes, I guess I do.

From now on, call me
Janzo, Lord Of The Demons.

Get the cows.
I'll get the sheep. Go!

- Just three guards.
- And they're all connected
to Yavalla.

They see us,
the whole city sees us.

It's the only route
to the Council Chamber.

A place where no one
in their right mind
would ever go.

( footsteps approaching )

Three's better than six!

( grunting )

Garret.

Man: You three stay here.
We'll search the lower passage.

- They couldn't have gone far.
- Talon: Right.

You catch those traitors
and we'll just stand here
and guard.

Zed:
"Just stand here and guard"?

Talon: I've never been
in the military before.

Garret:
Come on, it's this way.

One ration of meat
for each of you.

- There you go.
- Well, don't crowd together.
You'll draw attention.

- There you go.
- It's not much.

Quick, quick.
Now listen, do not cook it.

Dry it and eat it
over more days, yes?

Find out where
they're getting the food from.

May I ask where the food
is coming from?

- Oh, Janzo has a whole--
- Friends from the gates
who acquired it for us.

Um, why'd you ask?

No reason. Just curious.

Don't tell anyone where
or how we got it.

The Prime Order soldiers
will stop our supply
otherwise. Come on.

- Oh, oh.
Oh, right, right, right.
- Come on.

There are still hundreds
waiting to be converted
hiding within the city,

but we will find them all
within a matter of days.

That's all I have to report,
Queen Rosmund.

Thank you, sister.

Yavalla commands us to send
another wave of ambassadors

to touch every corner
of the Realm,

including our Greyskin brothers
and sisters in the South.

Yavalla has spoken.

Talon:
She's dying, Garret.