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Our true enemy is still out there...

... and the only thing standing in its path is Elora.

You are the bravest man I've ever known.

But you're not a great sorcerer.

Willow said I was Elora Danan.

The truth is, I'm not special.

I'm rather fond of this girl.

You need to bring her home.

If she's out there, we'll find her.

Did you tell him? Who she really is?

The child has revealed herself.

No rest till we find the girl.

What's gotten into you, Commander?

Told me the legend of the Kymerian Cuirass.

Your father spent five years searching the world for it.

I know 'cause I was with him.

I've done it, again and again, and guess what?

Nothing's happening.

If you ever wanna see Airk again, you have to focus!

She was Elora Danan once.

She isn't anymore.

Tuatha authrock mora hoatha!

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It was ten thousand years,

and about three weeks ago,

Thuul, heir to the Kymerian Empire, had been sick as a child.

When his father died, his younger brother, Tiberius,

felt he'd make the stronger king.

For forty days, Tiberius lay siege to the capitol,

starving his own people to force

his brother to abdicate his throne.

So, their mother, Annabel,

a fay of the Grove,

forged for her son, Thuul, a cuirass of pure Khromium.

Then she assembled the Lux Arcana,

a magical key that activated the enchanted armor,

so it would only serve he who

was worthy of its awesome power.

So, with no army at his back,

no knights by his side,

Thuul, the Rightful King of Kymeria,

rode out of the city gates to meet his tyrant brother

and two thousand Death Dealers. And he...

This is really fascinating.

Uh, I can tell they don't call you "Bore Man" for nothing,

but could you just tell me about my father?

Well, I'm trying to. But you keep...

Okay, well, can you make it short?

You know, your generation has, like,

zero attention span for... for epic tales.

I love tales, okay?

Well, excuse me for trying to add a little bit drama and context

to the night that we left Tir Asleen

to find the Cuirass and use it to defend the realm.

From the Crone?

Crone,

Gales, the Wyrm, everybody's got a scary name.

They all mean the same thing.

- It's the darkness that swallows... - Oi.

Where's Elora?

Seriously?

Throw a leash on that chit already.

Spread out. She couldn't have gone far.

Elora!

Miss Muffin!

Aw, nuts. Really?

Hey, kid.

What are you doing?

Orders from the Queen.

I'm taking her back.

- Wait. Hold on. - You know who she is?

- Then you know why I can't... - What... What was that?

- What's wrong with you? - Nothing.

You're not yourself. You need help.

- Willow can... - Don't...

make me kill you.

Stop!

Commander Ballantine says he's here on orders from Sorsha,

- to take Elora back to Tir Asleen. - Hmm, is that so?

It's not up to the Queen to decide anymore anyway.

It's up to Elora, and it doesn't look like you asked her.

Ballantine.

Princess.

Hold on.

Someone just concisely recap everything I missed.

No? Okay, I'll have a go. Ballantine's lost his mind

and he's trying to kidnap Elora on that horse.

Stay out of this, Boorman.

I can't.

Back in your scabbards, boys.

- I have to take her. - Oh, I want you to.

I really do. But maybe we should discuss this first.

He doesn't serve Tir Asleen anymore. Do you, Commander?

I don't give a mule's soft wispy bits who he serves.

She's with us,

and he's outnumbered five to one.

I don't know how much I can contribute here, Silas.

- Four-and-a-half to one. - Who said I'm alone?

- Free her! - Me?

- Are you sure I'm qualified? - Just do it!

Okay.

What are you doing?

A diversion. Help them. Shiv someone.

- What are you doing? - I'm rescuing you.

- Was no one else available? - Uh...

Elora!

They got her.

- Can you track them? - On it.

If we catch them by sundown, we can get her back.

Ride on ahead.

- What happened to them? - Infected.

- Poison? - Possession.

One of the Gales must've touched one of them with his staff.

- Ballantine. Pinned him down. - Turned him.

Is the real Ballantine still in there? Merrick?

- Can they still be saved? - They're still in there, but...

bad magic is corrosive, it eats away

- at you until there's nothing left. - I'm sorry, Graydon.

When did you become High Aldwin?

Oh, no, that's right. You're not. I am.

All right, let's move out.

Damn it, Bessie, you're faster than this.

I blew it.

When there's an opportunity to be heroic,

or even competent, I... I... I freeze up.

My father calls me an embarrassment to the name of Hastur.

And he's, he's right.

Nah. Well, tell him it wasn't

a particularly illustrious name to start with.

Why have they stopped?

"The stars align, the door is open.

"The sphere turns, a God is awoken.

"Extinguish the flame, snuff out the light,

"and exile the child to the Thirteenth Night."

Ah, so you speak cursed Pnakotic?

They're gonna kill her, aren't they?

No. If they killed her,

her spirit would endure, be reborn.

But if they banish her,

they can imprison her soul for all eternity.

It's what Bavmorda was trying to do when I stopped her.

The Crone knows we're following.

And, what exactly is in there?

A noxious twilight veil.

A swirling vortex of rage and madness there's no escape from.

Come on, there's not a moment to lose.

- I think it's broken. - I can mend it.

Then, you guys just lift up the wagon

and I'll slip it back on.

- Seriously? - Yeah.

You can't just, uh, levitate it or something?

No... No.

Okay. It's really good having a sorcerer on this quest.

We should ride ahead.

If we let her, the Crone will use

this storm to separate and weaken us.

We have to stay together.

I'm gonna go get water.

Let's lift up a wagon.

Whatever it is, just say it.

We're not gonna catch up to them.

And even if we do, what happens then?

They're turning into... monsters.

Look, I'm sorry, but if there's a chance

that we have to kill them, we... We can't hesitate.

I didn't hesitate. I was trying to save you.

I don't need saving, Jade.

I can take care of myself, okay?

No, you can't. You can't, Kit.

- Every time we spar, I beat you. - I...

What?

You're saying...

You let me win?

- Why would you do that? - Because, Kit, your mother...

She ordered you to be my friend?

No. She just asked me to train with you.

But only in the beginning, then I did it 'cause I... I liked it.

I never thought that you would be fighting for your life.

Kit, wait.

No, it's okay. I... I'm just glad you told me.

Nice work. Can we go?

Yeah, right after my heart explodes, I should be good to go.

- Think I pulled my groin. - Don't say "groin" in mixed company.

What you all lyin' around for? We need to be moving.

You're not wrong there.

Oh.

Greetings, weary traveler. Yes, you. Come.

Feast upon our modest repast.

Though we are but humble woodswomen, what's ours is yours.

- Help me, please. - Oh.

Gather from your dishevelment and woeful aspect,

you've gotten yourself a bit turned around out here

in the uncultivated territories.

Listen, we don't have much time.

See, they just don't teach young people

situational awareness anymore.

Do you not agree, Anne?

Oh. This is Anne, by the way. I'm Hubert.

And what may we ask is your appellation?

- My what? - What's your name, love?

- Elora. - Ah.

No doubt named in deference to the True Empress.

That is a lot of pressure

to heap on a youngin, if you ask me.

- Though, I have not been so blessed... - I... Ugh.

- Thus would not speculate about the pride - Oh, my...

that one must feel when you see the fruit of your loins...

- Hubert, please. - ... magic itself into the world.

- Please. Just shut up. - Yeah. Got it.

- There are men coming for me. - Oh.

We do not doubt that.

You do have a pleasing aspect and fine complexion...

No, wicked men, and they're on their way here right now.

And when they get here, they're gonna take me and...

I don't know what they're gonna do to you,

but it won't be pleasant.

So let's get moving, huh? Please. Come on.

Right. Do you know what? You see this?

Call him Roargoth, after my dear departed pa

who watched over all us youngins.

So if any wicked men think they're gonna

come here and disturb our repast,

they're won't be so wicked

when me and Anne are finished with 'em,

if ya get my meanin'.

You don't understand. I know these men, or I used to.

And they're not themselves. They're...

They're changed or something.

Right. You need to calm yourself.

Start from the beginning.

Come on, give her a mushroom.

No, not that one. That's my one. Put it back.

Yeah, it's definitely left.

- No, no doubt about it. - Left?

Left will take us through Pitiless Pass.

The wagon won't make it.

It will. That's fine craftsmanship.

And Pitiless Pass, I mean, while I'll

admit is an unfortunate name,

it's actually a perfectly lovely, nice pass.

Which goes by, might I add,

a cozy little inn called The Slaughtered Lamb.

Kind of a home away from home for me and my old partner.

It's got everything you could want, you know, in an inn.

No. What about the other way?

Through Capella Pastures into Voluptuous Vale.

I mean, that does sound nicer.

- Yeah, it also takes longer. - No, it doesn't.

- Does too. - No, it doesn't.

It does too!

- No, it doesn't. I will cut you. - Hey!

In case you hadn't noticed,

a portal between dimensions is opening.

And when they reach it, Elora will be lost.

What? What's wrong?

- I'm fine. - You okay?

He's fine.

We split up. Cover more ground.

You guys take the safe, long route

and I'll head up to The Slaughtered Lamb.

See if I can't find the kind of help we really need.

You and Graydon go with them through the Capella Pastures,

I'll go with Boorman through the pass.

We'll meet up at that Vale of Boobs or whatever.

I think I should stay with you.

I think I can take care of myself.

Hey, Boorman, don't let anything happen to my queen.

Okay, then. I'd rather die a thousand deaths than fail you.

Good luck.

So, like, I don't know if I am, or not.

Willow thinks I am, but the princess definitely doesn't.

It's like she hates me.

I don't know why, but no matter what I do or say,

she just always takes the opposite position.

Do you know how exhausting that gets?

- May we see it? - What?

The mark.

- It's really you, innit? - Do you think?

I think we've tarried too long.

We must depart this spooky forest at once.

Oh. Thank you.

Uh, find a fortress, stronghold. Somewhere to keep you safe.

Oh, no. I'm going to the Immemorial City,

to rescue Airk from the Crone.

Right, while we are unfamiliar with that place or individual,

- we answer the call. - The call?

When the True Empress, that being you, returns,

she is to gather a great host at her back

and lead them against the forces of darkness.

Anne and I would like to enlist. We will fight at your side

and faithfully serve you from now until our last.

Well, I'm not entirely sure that that's necessary.

Oh, whoa.

You are more than raw celestial power and gorgeous skin.

You are a symbol of hope,

that no matter your creed, nor size, nor disposition,

we all share the same world, breathe the same air,

drink the same water. And we are obligated to protect it

and, if need be, die for it.

Couldn't have said it better myself.

Trust me, ma'am, you do not wanna go down that road.

Oh, you are right there, sir.

Violence is never our preferred path.

Though I suspect your intentions toward the young lady

are less than honorable,

maybe even downright dastardly.

We all want the same thing.

I doubt that very much.

You are not a well man.

I've never felt better in my life.

I'm about to be rewarded.

The only thing you're about to be...

is chopped to bits.

No!

Come on, quick. We gotta go. Come on.

Come on.

Come on. We have to keep moving.

Come on. Look, we're almost out.

Please, just let her go.

Please, I'll come with you, just don't hurt her.

You're responsible.

Your arrogance and defiance got them killed.

Countless more will die.

But you can still save them.

All you have to do is submit.

Come on.

You are embarrassing me.

- Keep going. - Oh, yeah, I'm trying. I just think

- maybe his enthusiasm has waned. - The Cuirass.

Ah. Well. After Thuul impaled

his little brother on a spike...

The part about my father.

I was the young, handsome, heroic one. He was my, uh,

- slightly shorter comedic foil. - And where'd you go?

Why did you come back and he didn't?

There's no such thing as fate.

Okay, you get lucky or you get dead.

- I got lucky. - So, you actually saw him?

No. But I know what I know.

How?

'Cause if he were alive,

if he'd come back, things would be different.

You know, the Cuirass isn't a weapon. It's a shield.

Against what?

Darkness.

This wagon sucks.

Oh, I hate it.

You'd think that Willow would contribute a bit more,

being the world's last great sorcerer and all.

What?

Maybe there's a reason he moved the Nelwyn underground.

Maybe he can't protect them anymore.

Is that even possible?

Can a sorcerer lose his mojo?

Come on.

Stop! Stop! The harness, it's gonna break.

- Seriously? - It's old.

So are we. Remember working on McKraken's farm?

Plowing the fields from sun up to sun down?

Still had enough energy to dance with Kiaya till dawn.

Uh-huh, yeah.

I just wish I'd known then what I know now.

How precious it all is.

Maybe if I had I'd...

Boo-hoo. You're breaking my heart over here.

You know what you've got to do.

What are you waiting for?

When I was young, resilient,

I could take the punishment.

But now I have to be careful,

- preserve my strength for... - For what?

For when it gets worse.

How could it possibly get any worse?

It can and it will. Trust me.

And I can't let my emotions impel me to waste my magic.

If I do, I won't have enough left to fight when we get to...

Hey, I know where they're going.

It's a graveyard.

Hey, what can I say? I'm as disappointed as you are.

What happened to The Slaughtered Lamb?

Must have gone out of business?

Has anything you said been true?

How dare you?

At least one-third of everything I've said has been true.

I'm such an idiot.

No, you're not. You're just... You're very young.

- I'm going back. - No, no, no. Wait, wait.

Maybe I can catch up with Jade...

Okay, the guy who owned this place

was a close friend of your father's.

Okay, we trusted him.

And he's the only person we told the secret of the Cuirass to

because we knew he'd take that secret to his grave.

It's down there?

There's only one way to find out, Princess.

Over here.

Yeah. I'm not going down there.

Of course not.

I need you to stay here and pull me up.

Look out for the wererats.

- What? - See ya.

Uh, what are wererats?

Um, exactly what they sound like.

A trap?

Why would they leave their horses out in the open?

I don't know, why?

- They wouldn't be. - Huh?

It doesn't matter.

Up that path, across the plateau, and through the gates.

We are awaited, my brothers.

- We are going home. - You're not "going home."

You're gonna die.

Look at yourselves, you're a mess.

You're not meant to survive this,

and somewhere deep inside that rotting shell, you know it.

- What? - I changed my mind.

I... decline.

- You are going up that path. - Make me.

How did you?

I'm magic, you stupid cankers!

I'm the greatest sorceress there ever was!

You are no match for the will of the Crone.

Oh, yes, I am. I am Elora Danan,

and I will do a spell that will,

that will summon the forces of good to my aid!

Kick all your asses!

Okay. Show us.

Tuatha... athrock mora... hoatha...

Tuatha... athrock mora... hoatha!

Stay away from her, silly ninnies.

Solid insult. That ought to put them in their place.

Please, let me help you.

I've seen the future, Jade.

Looked into the void.

The Eternal One will cleanse this world

of all disease and pain. We shall be free.

Ugh!

- Did you find it yet? - No, not yet.

Then it's probably not down there.

Boorman!

Hello?

You gotta come back to reality, Boorman.

This is indestructible magic armor.

I can't believe I let you sucker me

into something so ridiculous.

As what, Elora Danan?

No, no, no, I'm with you.

You know, if she could actually do anything,

then I'd say maybe you were being too tough on her,

maybe even punishing her

for your dad leaving.

But she couldn't even do the simplest spell.

And you're supposed to, what?

Just have faith in her. Uh...

- that she's gonna save Airk? - Boorman?

You know what? I don't think it's down here.

Just, uh, pull me up, yeah?

I would, but I think there is this...

... thing that is looking at me in a not-friendly way.

- Is it a wererat? - I'm gonna say yes.

Okay, in that case, don't pull me up.

- Boorman. - Yeah?

I'm gonna need you to come up now.

Come on then! Come on!

We have to find another way out.

It's a little bit disorientating because

- some of these tunnels go on for a ways. - So no Cuirass?

Uh, let's try to break through one of the burial mounds.

If I get bit, yours is the first flesh I'm tasting!

Get off!

- Come on. - I'm staying. I'm fighting.

No! I'm the reason you got taken in the first place.

I won't let that happen again.

No! I won't let anyone else die because of me.

- Oi, he was mine! - Come on.

This isn't a fight we can win.

Then do something! Do magic!

We need to get everyone in the wagon.

I packed a jar of sermillian wax.

You what! You know how dangerous that is?

It's fine. Relax. I know what I'm doing.

There should be enough to repel them.

If we can just get everyone to stop

fighting and get back in the wagon...

On second thought, keep fighting!

No!

Silas!

Avagdu!

Silas?

Silas.

I can fix you.

I can heal you.

Don't waste your magic.

There is something you could do.

Give this to Libby.

Tell her that I wasn't scared because I've had a great life

and that I died doin' what I was supposed to,

protecting my best friend.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

You did good, kid.

Listen to me.

Every road you've ever walked has led you here, to this moment.

You have to protect them.

If you don't, Tir Asleen, Galladoorn,

the world will fall to the will of the Crone.

But she fears Elora Danan.

Elora must reach

the Immemorial City, Jade.

- Do it. - I can't. No...

It has to be you.

I'm so proud of you, Jade.

Training you, raising you, the best thing I ever did.

Now please, release me.

Are you okay?

Horses are gone. They ran off.

And I think they had the right idea.

The Pitiless Pass is about to become the Pitiless Lake.

I don't think we can get out the way we came in.

- There's another way. - Those steps?

- No. We can't go that way. - Why not?

Okay, well, now you can do magic, you wanna fly us out of here?

No? Well, then I'm going up the big, scary steps.

- Are you okay? - Uh. Just need a rest.

Then we resume your training.

You've still a long way to go.

Maybe if I had the wand...

Wait! Graydon's hurt!

Bad magic.

We have to get him to shelter! Something!

Yeah? And what do you suggest, huh?

We're right in the middle of...

I don't even know where in the middle of!

I do.

Nockmaar.

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