Original subtitles

- Yeah. - We play and call it work!

Ahoy!

Looky what we got here.

Headripper, cut his lights.

Oi!

Oh, I've seen this face before.

What do you think he's thinking in his little brain?

An orc with a brain bigger than a man's?

Quite the conundrum.

If I wanted to hear your talk,

I'd rip it out your face,

and smack against me sword!

Ain't that right, Headripper?

Do you know why he's called Headripper?

You see,

when people talk,

and he don't understand them gits,

he thinks rippin' their heads off

makes 'em easier to understand.

He ain't the sharpest tool.

Ain't that right, Headripper?

You talk lot for an orc.

I suppose you have a brain?

Is that what I

should call you then?

Brain, does it work?

Clearly one as civilized as yourself

must have heard of Mograh the Merciless?

Him,

I've heard of.

You, I'm afraid not.

Oi, do you fight in a den?

Stupid pea brain!

Must I do everything me self then?

Lazy moppet!

You stay here and watch this dog.

Yes, Master, find the Bloodstone I will.

Search every village in the Grimmock Mountain.

Oi, I'm no moppet.

Ranger.

'Twas in this moment, I realized,

the search for my daughter may have come to an end.

Was all my waiting and tracking in vain?

I'd been bested by this vile creature.

Mograh may have been an orc,

but an exceptionally clever orc he truly was.

Perhaps, by design?

A by-product of dark wizardry indeed.

If 'twas my end,

I knew in my heart,

in the afterlife, I could tell my sweet Reina

I tried to avenge her.

Daddy, don't leave!

Reina, love, you know daddy must do

as the king orders, right?

And besides, who else will be the eyes

and ears of Lieutenant Brander Noke?

He's hairy, though.

Yes, indeed, he is.

Quite a hairy man, isn't he?

And you know who else will be there?

Flynt Tanner.

He'll have daddy's back.

Big man.

Indeed, he is.

And let's not forget Corser, daddy's mate.

I served with him since basic.

I'll miss you, Daddy.

Oi, Headripper.

Feelin' like your king of the castle then?

Hackin' and sackin' defenseless pasties.

Oi!

Feelin' sensitive, are we?

That sack of skulls ain't doin' it for ya?

Oh, I ain't tryin' to steal your loot.

Or maybe I is.

Who was it who found them pasties in the village?

Me!

Who was it that got himself ambushed by rangers?

Oh, that's right!

You!

What's that, Master?

I'm the smartest orc you've ever seen?

Why, you're too kind, Master.

What's that?

You've got a message for Headripper?

Pea brain!

Forget you're worthless trophy skulls,

and find the Bloodstone!

Oh, and do whatever Mograh the Merciless says,

'cause he's smarter than you.

Time to tell the Master we've got no slaves,

no trophies,

and no Bloodstone.

He will skewer us and feed us to the fire breather.

Everything reminds me of her,

the Jays singing,

tree branches dancing in the wind.

Orc raiding parties have scoured my home village

in the Grimmock Mountains.

Alone on the outskirts of the Short Hills,

I track the wretched green skins

responsible for killing my family.

My daughter's body never recovered.

Only a tear from her dress.

My brother rangers

inform me these orcs are slavers.

I suspect Reina to be with them.

They had better pray not a single scratch be on her!

I hold a hawk-delivered-letter from Lieutenant Wolf.

I fear his orders will be to abandon my daughter's search

and fall back in the ranks.

Time is my greatest enemy now.

I hope orders align with my will.

Drustan, I hope this letter reaches you

by the time you return to your village.

Our brothers in the north have trapped the orcs responsible

for the destruction of your home.

You'll find them in the Short Hills.

Through their bravery and inquisition,

they discovered the true motive behind their pillaging.

One, simply known as the Master,

has ordered them to find the Bloodstone.

At this point, little else is known.

For the rest of our brothers,

the time to seek out

and extinguish the orcs who raided your village

has come to a halt.

We've just received orders from Count Thriese

to eliminate trolls in the The Bickerburg Hills

I understand if choose to stay behind

and pursue the orcs who slewed your family.

We can fend off the trolls without you.

Revenge may seem a satisfying conquest.

Just remember, killing the orcs

won't replace the feelings of loss that pain your soul,

but will serve as a good distraction in the interim.

Be wary of the one they call Mograh.

He and his companion take orders directly from the Master,

not infamous for enslaving and toying with prisoners.

May your loved ones reach the heavens in peace.

Lieutenant Brander Noke.

A dispute amongst them.

There's only two sets of tracks,

not a third.

Perhaps, the large one decided to carry Reina.

No.

No!

Die creature!

Your soul is deep.

By order of the King,

you will die for your sins!

Oh, fresh meat.

Oh, invitin' him for afternoon tea sounds better?

Of course, we kill him!

You stupid git.

But first, we slave him.

It's settled then.

Two arrows 'tis all it would take.

I think that pasties is in the woods with us.

You heard him squeal a klick back.

Those heinous creatures deserve to die.

I say we find him, slave him,

and bring him back to the boss man.

I could end it now.

I could avenge Reina.

Bring him back to the boss' lair

after we squeeze him for the Bloodstone.

But knowing where the Master is

could be paramount.

Oh, you've got a better plan, then?

Decide!

I don't think he's got it, stupid!

But he might know where it is!

Avenge your daughter,

or possibly save many lives?

Oh, shut it, you!

Please don't hurt me.

Ahoy!

Looky what we got here.

Headripper, cut his lights.

Oi, I've seen this face before.

All right,

you find it then.

Stupid pea brain!

Must I do everything me self then?

Lazy moppet.

You stay here and watch this dog.

I'd be angry as well

if I were treated like you.

But surely, you must realize

you're more powerful than Mograh the Messiness?

And I know

you're smarter than he.

Your reputation precedes your greatness.

Ranger.

No.

Mograh is only merciless because of you, Headripper.

Oh, think you're pretty clever then, Ranger?

Headripper, this one's an orc hunter.

Hold him still, so I cam pluck him right between the eyes

with his own arrow.

Well, what you waitin' for?

Move!

You lazy moppet!

Headripper, I'm sorry.

Don't.

Stop what?

Calling you stupid?

But you are stupid, you mindless bog!

Oi, I'm not your enemy.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I know where we can get more trophy skulls,

more than you can count!

Well, maybe more than that.

Lets keep this pasties for ourselves, yeah?

Forget about the Master.

Oh, come on, boy!

Don't you remember all the good kills we had?

Oi, the pasties free!

For my daughter!

Watch it.

Watch it now.

You're dead now pastie.

You scum!

Your lower than the dirt, killing an innocent child!

She was yar.

Pretty little thing she was.

The thing about little girls is,

they make a perfect supper

right before a good killin'.

Go!

Come on.

Slice his limbs off!

Surrender, and we'll only chop you into bits.

You creatures will have your just reward!

Enough!

Oi, Headripper,

should be tell this git

his little, pastie girl is still alive?

Oh, that's right,

we didn't gut her like you think.

We sold her to them Outlanders.

Your vengeance is in vain.

You will never find her.

The Master will use her for his dark purpose.

She will be lost forever.

You will-

- I will find her, creature.

And when I do, she will be as pure

and unscathed as the day she was born.

Reina, wherever you are,

daddy's coming for you.

Don't lose hope, child.

You dare steal from a Ranger!

I wasn't stealing!

I'm a protector of the Borderlands.

I save vagrants like you.

I just want food.

So you can live to steal another day?

No Ranger, I am hungry, nothing more.

You from these parts?

Mostly.

Then point me to the Outlanders.

Head west from here.

The forest is crawling with them.

And their camp?

You'll never find them.

No one has.

I'm not your average tracker, Vagrant.

I'm not a vagrant.

More of a wandering traveler.

Much gratitude, Ranger.

What will you do when you find them?

Take it, it's yours.

This man has a death wish.

My brother, why such a betrayal?

You were unmatched as our leader.

Could you not let the spoils of war

satisfy your need for retribution?

But instead, you became weak.

You chose a natural born enemy as your companion in life.

Why, Brother?

You got greedy, Henrik.

We are protectors of the realm,

not thieves, nor bandits.

You shame us.

And who shall provide for us,

if not ourselves?

The King's hand has never cared for us, nor executed law.

We are the law, Bjorn!

We dictate how we survive!

And the orcs,

trading with green skins?

Tell me, Brother,

how is it just to have captives mend your clothes

and cook your meat?

This could have been yours, Brother.

We need you.

Lead us to the spoils and riches you once promised.

You're right, Henrik.

I did promise you riches.

But that was before

you were tainted by the forces of darkness!

What?

- Come on! - No!

I swear to you,

I will let you live,

just tell me,

where's my daughter?

I'll die before I tell you!

The time is running out.

I've been searching for Reina

out here in the Borderlands far too long.

I've lost track of the weeks.

I feel I'm close,

but all progress seems to be halted by Outlanders,

who would rather meet death

than give up their base of operations.

It's as if they're protected by a dark shroud of evil.

Mograh the Merciless, the vial, wretched orc scum,

sold her to the Outlanders right before I killed him.

She is but a child.

A sweet innocent.

A gift from the heavens from a supreme creator.

And I still have no more clues

regarding this precious Bloodstone.

I'd sacrifice my beating heart for it

if it meant the life of my sweet Reina.

I am a powerless nothing.

Oh, I see the leaves are back.

'Bout time you showed up.

Mograh, we have Bloodstone to find.

You mean to tell me, after all this time,

we still haven't found this cursed Bloodstone?

My ever reliable elven necromancer, Caraphinneth,

I though you were resourceful?

Nei, I do as the Master orders.

He's a moppet.

I hear you creature.

Present yourself.

Don't toy with me, creature.

I can pick up your scent a mile away.

State your purpose in following me,

and mind your words,

or they may just be your last.

I am Sharia Gethyra.

I am not your enemy.

I've been following your death trail of Outlanders

for the last 13- 13 1/2 miles.

Yes, I know.

Why?

I come to seek out the Watcher of the Woods.

I'm afraid you have the wrong man.

There is about one ranger in these parts,

and that ranger is you.

You can track these Outlanders,

but you cannot defeat them alone.

I know you're searching for someone you've lost.

You're a soldier,

trained is his tactical advantage.

I'm offering aid.

Be wise and take it, human.

Outlanders taking captives

is common knowledge in these parts.

Clearly, I'm in search of someone.

And Watcher of the Woods?

One look at my crest tells you I'm a ranger.

Your description of me as a soldier

is as generic as driftwood floating down the Cassian River.

No, Ranger, I do know you.

You're a protector of the realm.

As are all rangers.

Now, be on your way, creature!

Do not follow me!

Think this through.

They have her.

They have your daughter.

I beg your pardon?

You've been tracking these Outlanders for weeks now.

I know exactly where they are.

Join me, and together we can defeat them.

How dare you use my daughter

in attempts to sway my purpose!

I don't know you from a stone in my shoe.

I do not wish to sleep with one eye and one ear open!

Stop your pursuit!

You'd only slow me down.

I do not care for your aid!

Do not follow me, creature!

Stop calling me creature!

You will learn to appreciate my generosity, human!

Have it your way, She-elf.

Remove your head from the sand, Ranger, and join me.

I've misjudged you, Elf.

Your skills are, indeed, expert,

but my resolve to find my daughter alone is firm.

Seek the Watcher of the Woods no longer.

You will only find solitude in your quest.

We've got the child, She-elf.

It's the Outlander way!

Wait!

He can tell us more!

Kindly remove your hand, Ranger!

Stop!

Get him!

No!

Where is my daughter?

May your final act be noble

from one warrior to another.

Please tell me where she is.

The She-elf already knows.

All right, Sharia Gethyra.

Take me to her then.

Why the sudden change of heart, Ranger?

This man's blood has verified your words,

and I always trust blood over woods.

Lead the way.

Mograh, give your blade.

If I had a gold coin

for every time you stopped to chant your grog.

It is not grog, Mograh.

I prepare hideous poison that stay in body,

even after death.

And all this time I thought I was evil.

Once poison enters bloodstream,

Vital organs begin to consume each other.

Bones consume flesh,

sinews consume bone,

until there is nothing left

but blackness underneath the skin.

Oi, give it here, Elf!

Or I'll cut you like a porker!

This poison is made from the blood of 13 black orcs.

The essence of evil contained therein

is more powerful than the resurrected life force

that flows through your veins.

Don't toy with it, Mograh.

I'm trying to protect you from awful fate.

Caraphinneth, I'm sorry.

You wicked witch!

Had I lost my way,

never did I dream not considered traveling with a She-elf.

To associate with one

is to bring unwelcome judgment from the kingdom.

Seemed we were desperate allies.

At this point, I held on to any glimmer of hope

I would find Reina,

even if it meant remaining

in the company of this woodland creature.

Her proud superiority over humans was unnerving.

As a child, I thought that wood elves to be a theory,

and without guile.

Years of rangering in the Borderlands

have taught me otherwise.

They're hundreds of years old.

Proud beings, they are,

and rightfully so.

I suppose, after centuries of living and fighting,

I'd be a proud creature as well.

I would travel with the She-elf as long as needed,

then we would go our separate ways.

Drop your gear, Ranger.

We'll rest here and gather our strength.

Well, you certainly travel light.

Well, I don't require as much as you do

to sustain myself.

You wood elves have always been peculiar creatures.

Well, you humans have always been quick

to wage war on that which you do not understand.

Do you have a name, Ranger,

or shall I just call you Ranger for the rest of our journey?

Why is it of concern?

If you must know, I am Drustan Lorne.

Quite the name for a farmer turned ranger.

You have it wrong, She-elf.

I was not a farmer,

nor was I anything really.

Just lost in the dark shroud

that consumes most things in this world.

So where does your journey begin?

Life wasn't always as dark

and grim as I've come to know it.

Before the orc raiding wars

there was peace in the Grimmock Mountains.

The King's vanguard, his elite warriors, the rangers,

stood immovable and steadfast in their duty

to protect the Borderlands.

My Indian mother died

by the hand festering creatures of darkness.

Hence my ever-growing hatred towards them.

My father, the trapper,

often spoke of his ancient ancestors

who were protectors of the realm.

They were legendary in the art of the hunt.

The old man would go on and on.

Before one day,

a thieving bandit stabbed him for 13 pieces of silver.

And so I became a child of the village.

In this place was a certain unspeakable serenity

that permeated the very essence of life.

I knew everyone,

and in turn, everyone knew me.

We all had a similar story to tell.

I considered these fine people my family.

I grew quite fond of them.

We took care of one another.

Great times

with a wonderful-

If that's not bad enough for you,

I'm gonna get you!

Deep down in my heart,

I always knew one day

the peaceful life I enjoyed would be taken away.

Call it a stirring in my dreams.

The voice of destiny was calling to me,

echoing through the ages, transcending time,

compelling me to heed her call.

Alas, it was time to meet my future.

A village steeped in tradition

held true to a rite of passage,

When one came to the age of independence,

one would see the Lady of the Woods.

And so I gathered every needful thing for my journey.

I knew not what it truly meant to survive in the woods.

I was a young man

with a naive notion that all was well in the world.

Nevertheless, my eyes would soon be opened

to the raw reality that plagued mankind.

Give your hand.

What do you see?

No, no.

You no talk.

You listen now.

I see two ways for you.

The first path is quiet, peaceful.

You live long time,

and you alone on this path.

The second path

is filled with many great and terrible things.

Lots of death and darkness.

But through that death, come life.

You have much pain and sorrow.

You lose your wife to the creatures of darkness,

but you love your daughter more than the world itself.

Soon, you seek out living ancestor

west out here in the mountain.

He is great warrior.

He train you his ways.

You become wise and strong!

You can face anything because of him.

I see.

I am in the presence of greatness!

You, Ranger!

You do many great things for many people.

So Drustan, creature of light,

which path you choose?

You and your poison.

Shh, listen.

There's a scared little hare over there in them bushes.

Do us a favor,

and fetch us some supper.

You pathetic worm.

If not for me, you'd die out here.

Pardon me, sir.

Can you spare a coin for an old beggar?

Sorry, old man, I haven't any to spare.

Be on your way now.

Please, young command, I only need one coin.

I really do wish I could help,

but how do I know you won't just drink it

all away with grog?

Please, sir, I beg of you,

won't you help an old man?

I'm starting to get frustrated, beggar.

Be on your way now!

I'm searching for my ancestor.

Oh, my dear boy,

the only one who lives in these woods is the Ancient One

just over that hill.

Just over that hill?

Yes.

Thanks, old man.

Hello, sir.

I am Drustan Lorne.

I'm your kin.

I've come to seek wisdom and guidance.

I've traveled long and far to meet you.

Please come out.

Are you there, sir?

What now, old man?

I told you I didn't have any coins for you.

I had no idea, sir.

Please forgive my rudeness.

I have coin!

I can pay you whatever you want!

I've come all this way, Ancient One.

This is my chosen path.

You must train me!

For without your guidance, I have no purpose!

I beg of you.

Please, sir, forgive this misunderstanding.

Apologies, young man,

but I have no time to spare.

I simply cannot train you.

But I'm your kin!

You're my living ancestor.

But how do I know you won't just waste my time

and drink my grog?

I've come to work hard and be trained by you.

The Lady of the Woods said it 'twas my destiny.

I'm starting to get

frustrated with you, young command.

Be on your way now.

You're still here?

No, please!

Sir!

Do you not care I will freeze out here?

I wouldn't.

So what do you think, grog or coin?

- That's coin. - Agreeing with.

What do you wager, grog or coin?

- Maybe grog. - Hmm.

And what do you think?

Grog or coin?

You think about it then.

Why not just knock him out,

then take the loot?

Where's the fun in that?

You'll get your turn.

Get in there!

That's the spirit!

Get off.

I'll get you for this one, man.

Mark my words!

Easy.

Relax.

Are they dead then?

No more than you.

How can such disregard for human life exist?

Evil has its place in the world.

Where there is light there must also be darkness.

One cannot exist without the other.

Are they born of darkness then?

I believe we are all born with a choice.

We choose our path,

and then fate decides if we are to be a force for light

or a force for darkness.

Does this mean you'll train me then?

What do you think I've been doing this past week?

I don't understand.

When I refused your request to train,

you relentlessly persisted.

You passed the test.

A warrior never gives up, never surrenders,

and never gives in to the forces

he has the power to overcome.

That was a test?

Aye.

I starved for a week,

rest on disgusting water,

froze in the night,

was tormented by wolves,

and nearly beaten to death by a thieving bandit,

and all that was a test? Aye.

The first of many.

You're a sick old man!

And what have you learned?

That I'm related to a sadist!

You'll thank me later.

What next, old man?

Don't let a lucky shot be mistaken for skill.

It 'twas not luck.

That was my weapon.

It speaks to me.

Maybe so, but skills still needs to be acquired.

Now, shoot it again.

One day, you shall call upon the elements

to guide you in your quest,

but until that day,

you have much to learn.

Again!

Anger.

Yes!

Channel that energy!

Bend your will to it!

Again!

That's it.

Listen to the air.

It's speaking to you.

Do you hear it?

What is it saying?

Wait for it.

Wait for it.

Excellent.

As much as I hated to admit it,

the Ancient One cracked my hubris.

I knew he was right.

Deep down it was what I wanted,

to be trained by the ancient warrior,

to shake off the shackles of weakness.

If you are to be a force for light,

you must yield to it.

Submit to it!

Respect it!

Honor its might.

Your determination will punish you.

It will throw you in ways you never thought possible.

Listen to the air.

The air speaks.

You must train your ears to hear it.

And so I trained.

Until I started to hear with my ears,

I was convinced I had no problems hearing.

It was not that kind of hearing I was lacking.

I was proud, and arrogant,

and I let it rule my being.

I would learn to be rid of such weakness

and open my heart to true strength.

It wasn't until much later I would learn

I needed to listen to the earth.

For years to come,

the Ancient One would teach me,

that if I listened to the earth,

she would never betray me.

Eventually, my body learned to flow with the elements.

I learned how to direct,

then redirect, energy into my opponent.

In time, after weapons were mastered

and training was completed,

one spoke to me as the Ancient One had promised.

This weapon would become an extension of my essence.

I came to truly rely on its being.

We hunted.

We tracked everything that moved.

Soon, I came to know every creature that walked this world.

Everything leaves an imprint in its wake.

I learned how to recognize it.

I unlocked the power of my senses.

They taught me where I needed to be.

I was ready to become one with the elements of the warrior.

My years of hard work had paid off.

But little did I know,

my training was not yet over.

Ancient Father,

I am ready to be a protector of the realm.

It's been 4,000 days since I arrived at your doorstep.

I've mastered everything you've taught me.

Please release me into the world,

and to give me your blessing

to fight against the forces of darkness.

Very well, my son.

You are ready for your final test.

Become a Watcher of the Woods of the Ancient Order.

One can have the power to overcome you

through sheer force of strength.

You must learn to hear it coming.

You are now ready, my son.

So Greenwood, what's your wager?

Grog or coin?

Coin.

Kreiger would have bet grog.

He's in the forest collectin' poison.

Kind of a shame.

He would have loved to see this.

You boys best be moving along now.

We've only come for your possessions, old man.

It's not like we're gonna toy with ya,

and then cut your lights just for sport.

I'm warning you thieves!

That's rather rude.

Isn't it, boys?

Boss, let's just take his loot and go.

Greenwood, have you not learned by now

I have no interest in this man's loot?

I want you

to kill the Ancient One.

Boss, I ain't sure about this?

You ain't sure about this?

Why should we let some wood rat scum like him

live in our forest?

Because he's a protector of the realm?

Where was the Ancient One

when my family needed him,

when I needed him?

Off fightin' in some war!

And then the elves came and killed them

all in the name of honor and light!

Now, brother!

Do it!

I'll just do it!

Run.

No, no.

Sit down.

Come on, come on.

Come on.

I'll track them.

I shall return soon.

No, no, don't not pursue them.

They are nearly in my sight!

Why not pursue them?

Swear an oath to me that you will not pursue them.

Ancient Father, you do not know what you ask.

I feel rage and vengeance,

an all consuming hate

that must be extinguished with their blood.

It is that very thing that will defeat you.

Hate and vengeance is never extinguished with blood,

but only grows more powerful and destructive.

Now, swear an oath on this day

on my life that you will not pursue my attackers.

I swear.

You're a great warrior, my son.

I can smell your fear, human.

Come out and play.

There's no need to be shy.

No, no, you stay.

Mograh has game for you.

Well, well, if it isn't a peasant survivor

from a town I pillaged.

Wait a minute!

I recognize your face.

You're the Map Maker.

What do you want?

Caraphinneth, "What do I want?",

the Map Maker asks.

I'll give you whatever you want, creature.

Just let me go.

Oi, Caraphinneth, he called me creature,

and I thought we were playin' nice.

Tell me where I can find the Bloodstone,

and Caraphinneth here won't cause you

a tortured, agonizing death.

The only stone I've ever seen

is hung around the neck of the Lady of the Woods.

The Lady of the Woods you say?

Why don't you paint me a map?

Do I have anything in my teeth?

An orc's gotta look his best

when he's meetin' the Lady of the Woods.

Here.

This will lead you right to her.

Am I free to go now?

Why not?

I'm an Orc of me words,

and I did say, "Caraphinneth wouldn't cause you

a tortured, agonizing death".

It's a shame I didn't include me self in there.

I wasn't startin' to like ya.

Come here, little one.

There, all better now.

Shh.

Hide.

The girl eats when she finishes the job.

You eat when she finishes the job.

You coward.

Hmm.

Drustan, you've dropped this.

What memories invade your mind?

Yes, Master.

Find the Bloodstone I will.

Search every village in the Grimmock Mountain.

Oi, I'm no moppet.

The Bloodstone, what is this artifact?

How do you know about this?

The orcs who slew my family and took my daughter captive

were searching for it.

They seem to think that I,

or someone from my village, was in possession of it.

Try to understand, Ranger.

The Bloodstone is much older and larger than any of us.

Forged by the hand of King De'grun himself.

Imbued with power that can rip the rights of creation

from the gods. And what of it?

The stone is no longer whole.

Only fragments exist now.

Each one contains the power of an ancient right

designed to bring back the Shadow King.

King De'grun?

Precisely.

So who is this master that wants the Bloodstone?

Hmm, the son of the king, Prince Korlan.

Long had the shards

of the Bloodstone been hidden in the land of Adrasil,

long has the Shadow Prince sent out

his couriers to seek them.

On a dreadful day, not too long ago, one was found,

which led them to the location of the Etcher of Souls,

the blade of his father.

Blood ruins on the blade

contained King De'grun's soul print.

It is believed that another shard of the Bloodstone

is in the Grimmock Mountains,

which contains the chanting rights

used to resurrect the Shadow King.

Mograh, Lady of Woods is powerful caster,

much more than I.

You must go alone.

I wait here.

You mean to tell me,

I gots to go get that cursed Bloodstone all by me self?

Lazy moppet!

I stay here and resurrect you if she kill you.

You understand.

Go now, get Bloodstone,

and bring it back to Master.

He will give you war band.

Oh, you sure know how to make an orc feel needed.

All these years,

and the answer is finally here.

Well, looky what we got here.

You must be the Lady of the Woods?

I hear you can see the future.

Wait a tick!

Does that mean you knew I'd be here?

Yes, Mograh the Merciless,

I know who you are.

So why am I so smart then?

Every other orc I meet is always missing part of his brain.

Why is that?

You know the answer.

I have been brought back many times.

And to think, I have all me memories of lives past.

That makes me a genius then?

I know you come for the Bloodstone, Mograh.

Straight to the point then.

Give it to me,

or I'll burn this entire place down!

There's no need

to make threat, Mograh.

I show where it is.

But first, your fate.

Well, ain't I special?

I see two paths for you.

The first path is quiet, peaceful.

You live long time,

and you alone on this path,

you will die a painless way where nobody sees.

Never to return to this world.

One more life, then it is over.

What kinda caster are you?

The second path, Mograh,

require you to take my life.

And by so doing,

the power to resurrect yourself will be granted unto you.

You will no longer need the necromancer

to raise you from the dead.

You will never taste of death.

Clever, it's like an upgrade.

Spill my blood,

and this path will lead you to a ranger.

He is searching for the Outlanders,

because of you!

You sold his daughter to them.

That's right.

Say, green skins ain't so good

at keeping little children alive.

It's just to tempting to eat them for breakfast.

Good thing them Outlanders is worthless bogs

who'd rather get little slaves to cook their supper

than do it themselves.

If only they knew the Master will make them all his slaves

when the time's right.

Go west of here, back to the Short Hills,

find the ranger,

find the shard of the Bloodstone.

But remember, since you will live forever,

you shall be sentenced to exist

in a never ending cycle of torture!

Never dying is torture then?

Let me think!

So it's either I live a peaceful life

and die a painless death,

or I kill you and live forever?

That is right.

So Mograh the Merciless,

creature of darkness,

which path you choose?

What's your name, young one?

Reina.

Where are you from?

Are you from the Grimmock Mountains?

In the Borderlands?

By the Coldfell River

May I?

Do you know who I am, Reina?

You're an Outlander.

How do you know about Outlanders?

Daddy told me.

Who's your daddy, Reina?

Does he know where you are?

Daddy will find me, he can find anything.

He's a ranger.

You hungry?

Here, it's yours.

Drustan, we're nearly there.

Why is it that I could not find this place before?

I took note of our travels.

Your tracking was nothing out of the ordinary.

How do you explain this?

There's a dark shroud cast around this forest.

I suspected as much.

The Master had his casters working hard

to hide this place from the world.

You've been here before,

but for what purpose, Sharia?

I told you, to fight the Outlanders.

Not good enough!

I need more!

How can you possibly know where this is?

Drustan, let it go!

Let's move on. No!

I've searched too long

and hard to let any stone go unturned.

Does it not stand to reason, Sharia,

who are you really?

Why did you bring me here?

I told you,

to fight the Outlanders,

and save your daughter.

Nothing more. How did you know

about the dark shroud?

And more importantly, how did you know how to get past it?

Drustan, you're looking into something that isn't there!

Let it go!

Let's move on.

Your hiding something,

and I want no part of your game.

Someone's approaching.

Hide.

Wait, Mograh.

I smell human.

That's funny, I smell elf.

I'm serious, watch yourself.

What are you so worried about?

I can resurrect myself.

I killed the Lady of the Woods.

Where is this Outlander?

Patience, Mograh, he comes now.

You don't scare me, green skin,

or shall I say pale skin?

You know, for an orc, you're quite colorless.

Has anyone ever told you that?

- Where is the girl pastie? - What girl?

The one I sold you

right before I died. That's a good one,

an orc who re-animates himself,

and tries to claim what is rightfully mine.

I wish I had a necromancer by my side.

Do you charge for this service?

Bring me to the girl!

Why is she so important to you?

She's just a worthless peasant who can't even sew trousers.

You stupid git, she's the daughter of a ranger.

This ranger could never find her.

The dark shroud protects her.

You underestimate this ranger.

He travels with She-elf.

She leads him to your camp.

Sharia.

How do you know?

I smell them.

They're close.

We don't have much time.

I'll bring you to the girl,

but you pay double your selling price!

Greedy, predictable, pastie Outlander,

this is why we'll be friends forever.

Now, Henrik, bring us to her.

Do this, and I resurrect you next time you die.

Follow me.

Drustan, wait.

I have no need for your assistance anymore, She-elf.

They will leave me back to their camp.

I appreciate you taking me this far,

but this is where we go our separate ways.

Stupid human.

You have no idea who you're dealing with.

Then tell me.

Perhaps I shall sway my mind.

So be it.

You dare wage war on your kin, Sharia?

You are not my kin, Outlander.

You betray all that you once were.

I'm not your-

- I'm not your enemy, Ranger!

You'll say anything to stay alive!

The mighty elven warrior.

What's the matter, Sharia?

You're nothing without your blades.

Here.

Have this one.

For my daughter.

Are you mad, She-elf?

He's my husband!

Forbidden love.

I understand.

Not so fast!

I've waited a long time for this.

Now, pastie ranger, give me your Bloodstone,

or witness me cut her little pretty head off.

I don't have the Bloodstone.

You and your kind have raided

and killed all that were in my village searching for it.

No one has it, Mograh.

And I beg to differ, Ranger.

The Lady of the Woods said

right before I cut her lights, you'd have it.

And if I found you, I'd get it.

I'd live forever.

The thing about

the Lady of the Woods is, she never lies.

Oi, Caraphinneth, finish him.

Wait!

He is my brother.

So you'll kill me then?

Your own brother?

You have no loyalty, Bjorn.

You will die!

She will betray you!

You know not what you choose.

It didn't have to be this way.

Your stupid and weak!

Curses be upon you, Bjorn!

Goodbye, brother.

May you fair better in the afterlife

than you did in this one.

Daddy!

Reina, my child.

You are so strong and brave.

You are my everything.

Never forget how special you are.

Reina, love, this is our new home now.

This is where you stay when I fight for the king.

You're with family now.

Hi, Reina.

I'm Evaline.

Would you like to come play?

Thank you.

We are not your enemy, Ranger.

It would seem,

given the rare circumstances of the situation,

which was the only option that could work.

I am the last surviving Outlander.

Only we know where the hidden camp is

that the dark shroud protects.

I suppose it's the safest possible place then.

For them both.

I couldn't agree more.

Ranger!

It's finally over.

The long awaited rest.

I feel free to act, free to serve.

My sweet Reina safe and sound with newfound friends

who have become family.

Curious how the shedding of blood does that.

How it renders preconceived ideas

of what we once thought were just and true irrelevant.

But how did I become this,

a creature of light?

Was I forged in the furnace of war like so many of us?

I think not.

I was saved,

saved by a guardian who saw better than me.

Wrapped by sorrow from the death of the Ancient One,

I grew powerless to resist the urge

to track down the thieving bandits who stole his life.

A promise I had made knowing full well

I hadn't the strength to fulfill.

The flesh is weak,

and I succumb to the poison of vengeance.

After many days of tracking,

I finally took hold of their scent.

What would happen next

could only be explained as fate incarnate.

For a thievin' bandit like yourself,

I didn't think you had it in ya.

Only two bandits.

Where's the third?

No matter, I could just end them with arrows,

but they need to be punished.

They were ugly,

maybe that was why?

They don't deserve a quick end.

Oh, you're mad.

You and your poison.

What you're experiencing right now

are the effects of a decade long obsession.

Kreiger here loves his poison.

Now, I know Kreiger would love to

explain the details of his concoction,

but, well, years of dedication to his craft

have shriveled his tongue.

Oh, don't worry,

his poison won't kill ya.

It'll just

incapacitate ya long enough for us to kill.

What happened?

You were caught in a moment of weakness.

You were spared.

Thank you.

But how eager you were to forsake your oath.

Who are you?

How do you know of my oath?

I am the watcher of these woods,

and I know that you swore an oath to your ancient ancestor

that you would not seek vengeance upon his killers.

As I said, you were weak,

and now I have spared you.

Spared me from what?

An awful fate, my friend,

one that would consume your every thought,

one that would lead you straight to the forces of darkness.

And how do you know of this?

I was where you were once after the death, Kiera.

I was a lost soul.

The Ancient One helped me

fight against the darkness that crept in.

I became a force for light.

After I pledged myself to protect the Borderlands,

I fought the forces of darkness for quite some time.

And I remembered the Ancient One telling me

of a lost love and family he once had.

I returned to these part.

I've watched you train for quite some time.

I saw your potential in skill and the heart.

I witnessed his passing,

and I witnessed your oath sealed by his blood.

It would seem I owe you a life debt, Ranger.

On the contrary.

It is he who owes you a life debt.

This here is the last remaining bandit.

He claims he was forced to kill the Ancient One,

that he had no choice in the matter.

I leave judgment to you, Drustan.

As rangers in the Borderlands,

we are the blade of the king.

We are judge, jury and executioner.

So what will it be, brother?

Will it be justice or mercy?