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Previously on
"The Outpost"...

I am Yavalla, prophetess
of the Blackbloods.

- What does your kinj do?
- We must show them the power of the United.

- She can control it.
-

There's a black kinj.

Maybe the only weapon
that will kill Yavalla.

- And where is it?
- My father.

- The terakinj.
- Kill Yavalla in a suicide attack.

- That's your plan?
- Something like that.

Gwynn, you'll die!

- They see you as their new leader.
- They released the gods.

( Music playing )

You all knew her
as Queen Rosmund,

but I never called her that.

To me, she never
stopped being Gwynn

who risked her
life for an outcast

that had nothing to offer her.

She was the best Octor player
I ever sat across from.

And she was my best friend.

And we should all be,

and we sh...

Rosmund was not just our queen.

She sacrificed everything to
save the Realm from tyranny.

She died for the Realm.

Without Rosmund, who will
stand up for those who suffer?

For those who are oppressed?

Who will treat every subject
of the Realm with dignity

and fairness?

Who will unite humans and
Blackbloods under one banner,

and usher in a new era
of peace and prosperity?

- I'm not a queen.
- Talon.

( Theme music playing )

Talon?

- I can't lead these people, Garret.
- They've chosen you, Talon.

They need someone to follow.
They've lost their queen.

Don't.

I loved her too, you know.

Which is why we both need to do
what she would want us to do.

Well, that's
exactly the problem.

I have no idea what she
would want us to do.

I don't have her
education, her compassion.

I don't know about matters
of money, of law and order.

You would learn.
You would learn.

And you'll have advisors.
I'll help whenever possible.

But the people need
a leader, Talon.

And like it or not, they
want that person to be you.

Then they want the wrong person.

Tobin, you're so cold.

( Footsteps approaching )

Falista of Relman.

- Who are you?
- Someone who can help you.

I'm the one who resurrected
your husband from death

the first time.

Leave us.

And you can bring him back
to life like you did before?

I can, but everything
has a price.

I have money.

Riches.

I'll give you everything.

It will require the
lives of 20 men.

20 men?

Lord Tobin has been
dead for some time.

It requires a greater sacrifice.

Surely you have 20 men who would
lay down their lives for him.

But he's... There
must be another way.

Everything has a cost, my dear.

Tobin would never
agree to such a thing.

Perhaps.

But he is in no
position to decide.

It must be your decision.

I can't.

- I can't do it.
- You don't have what it takes to be one of us.

One of you?

You have the red kinj,

but clearly you don't
comprehend what that means yet.

Where's Talon?

She shouldn't be
alone right now.

Try telling her that.

Can't force Talon to
lead the people, Garret.

Not if she doesn't want to.

You know, you people aren't the only
ones who have lost someone dear to them.

Falista, of course.
We know that.

Tobin was important
to all of us.

Which is why I'm confused

that you still haven't arranged
his rites to be performed.

We'll have his funeral
as soon as possible.

Aegisford customs
weren't appropriate to do

at the same time as
Gwynn's memorial.

And as for Talon,

she was right to
refuse the crown.

Well, someone has to rule

or the Realm will
collapse into chaos

with humans and Blackbloods
fighting each other for power.

Not to mention all
the factions in each.

Perhaps, but to wear the crown
requires a royal bloodline.

And the last living
royal is gone.

Actually, that's not true.

I am a royal.

Maybe not so
directly as Rosmund,

but I most certainly have
royal blood in my veins.

And now with Rosmund
lost to us all,

may the gods be with her,

I'm the rightful
heir to the throne.

I'll have to cross-reference this with
my copy of the archival almanac records.

You know, I don't really want this
horrible job without Tobin by my side.

But do verify my claims, brewer.

Like you said,
someone has to do it

and I'm not one to
shirk when duty calls.

Oh, and send my
regards to Talon.

Do let her know how much
I respect her integrity.

I have to get started on this.

( Knocking )

Why bother knocking if you're
just going to barge in anyway?

- You all right?
- I'm fine.

What's so urgent?

Falista claims she
has royal blood.

- Does she?
- Janzo's looking into it.

But if it's true, she's the
rightful heir according to law.

Then you'll have a
new queen to serve.

Well, personally I think
she'd be a terrible queen,

and she's not even sure
if she wants the job.

But if she has royal blood,
the crown is hers to choose.

Unless perhaps you
wish to claim it first.

- Get the people behind you...
- No, Garret.

Falista will be a better
queen than I ever could.

- No, I don't agree.
- Well, I won't do it.

So the best thing you can do
is help Falista make it work.

( Music playing )

I see you, Tera.

I hear you, Vorta.

Are we the only ones returned?

For now.

But do not fear, my friend.

We will find the others

and we will all rise again.

Nobody here except me.

That's good 'cause
we need to talk.

Oh, saying "we need to talk," is literally
the worst way to start a conversation, Zed.

And what if I started it by
saying now that Yavalla's dead,

you're the new High Priestess?

Wow, that is so much worse.

No, I'm not.

Blackbloods need a wise leader.

Someone they can trust.

Someone to guide them.

Fine. You do it.

I'm just a warrior.

I can't offer spiritual
guidance or interpret dreams

or do any of the things
your mother used to do.

We need a new High Priestess.

I don't know anything
about any of that.

Right? The rituals of law,
the religion of it all.

I'm a woman of science,
Zed. I'm not a mystic.

You're the daughter of
the last High Priestess.

It's in your blood. They're
already talking about you.

They're just waiting for
you to declare yourself.

Well, they'll be
waiting a long time

- 'cause it's not going to happen.
- I'm sorry, Wren,

but like it or not,
it is going to happen.

You don't have a choice.
It's in your blood.

I found some old records.

- What did I miss?
- Chemek didn't realize he had quads,

so he thought he was
bluffing, which is obvious,

so I lost the hand because
Chemek is an idiot.

Or maybe you're just
losing your touch.

Bet against me and find out.

- One.
- Two.

How about we make this a
little bit more interesting?

Last time you wanted
to make it interesting,

you ended up
licking Munt's boot.

That's right, you did.

It was... yeah, you did.

So tell me, Zed, how interesting
do you want to make it?

Well, if I win, then
you have to bring back

all the remaining Blackbloods
through the portal.

No, Talon, don't...

If you win, you can
ask anything of me

that's within my power to give.

Now or in the future.

Seems like something
you're going to regret.

Talon, don't.

Double Octor.

Sorry, Talon, but it's time to
bring the Blackbloods back through.

Triple Octor. Looks like I'll bring
them through when I'm good and ready.

Can't blame me for trying.

Now the only question is

what do I want from you?

I think I'll ponder
it for a while.

Think of something juicy.

Bringing the
Blackbloods through,

that is not something
to be trifled with.

I beat him, didn't I?

Humans and their silly
royal bloodlines.

If I'm not mistaken, you Blackbloods
have similar bloodline ascensions

to positions of power as we do.

Yes, exactly, we do.

Stupidity just
goes double for us.

I mean, what's so special about
whose blood runs in your veins?

Really, do what if you're related
to a leader from the past?

How does that make her any
more fit to be a leader?

We are talking about
Falista, right?

- Of course.
- Right.

Well, having a clear system of
succession provides stability.

Everybody knows
who's next in line.

Every parent can pass things
down on to their children.

- Munt and I inherited the Nightshade.
- Oh, yeah, sure.

Your mother left you things that
she owned, things she built.

But, Janzo, come on, no one should
ever inherit people or civilization.

Well, that I do
not disagree with,

which is why it's so important
that we figure this out.

If we can prove that
Falista's claim is false,

that there's no
living bloodline,

maybe we can create a
new system of government.

One that actually makes sense.

Yes, then we could break
the tradition entirely.

Then they'd have to figure out another
way to decide who'll be leader.

Again, we're talking
about Falista, right?

Yes, Falista.

Wren? Wren, look.

Isn't Falista's father's
uncle's cousin... wait.

Falista's father's
uncle's cousin.

Isn't that the same as saying
Falista's grandfather's cousin?

Well, that depends. Is the uncle
her father's father's brother

- or her father's mother's brother?
- Hmm.

Who would have thought that genealogy
would just be as mind-boggling as science?

Sometimes moreso.

- Wren?
- Huh?

Your ears? Pointed tips?

Oh, yes. I have pointed ears.

I'm glad you finally noticed.

I'm sorry to break it to you,
Janzo, but I'm not actually a human.

The pointed tips, they're white,
not dark like they usually are.

- What?
- Something wrong?

Uh, no, nothing's wrong. Um, maybe
check Falista's grand cousin,

whatever it was. I'll
just be a moment.

Gods.

Oh, it seemed it must have been
her father's father's brother

because, well, her father's
mother was an only child.

Wren, my darling, are you
quite sure you're all right?

Uh, everything's normal.

Sorry. Uh, yes, then Falista's
father's uncle's cousin

is simply her
grandfather's cousin.

Right. I suppose that
explains it perfectly.

It does? Yes. Yes,
it does, doesn't it?

- I'm still worried about your ears.
- It's fine, Janzo.

It's healthy. It's
normal. Just drop it.

I'm going out to
get some fresh air.

- What are you doing?
- Priestess.

What? I'm not
anyone's priestess.

( Music playing )

Who are you?

( Both grunting )

- Stop for a second.
- I'll stop when you're dead.

Who trained you in Grinjorian?

I'm trained in many more
than that, murderer!

Where the hell is Xaba?

You're not such a great
warrior as they say.

You got me on a bad day.

Come back tomorrow when
I'm not full of ale.

I hear you, betrayer.

Finally, you will pay
for your betrayal.

I tried to warn you, Wren. They
already think you're their priestess.

Whoa, you're pregnant?

Shh! Yell it to the whole
world, why don't you?

- Well, it's plain enough, don't you think?
- No.

Not to humans it's not. They
have no idea what it means.

Janzo has no idea what it means.

- Janzo's the father?
- Oh.

Who'd have thought the
little man had it in him?

- Very funny.
- Wait, so humans and Blackbloods can...

- Apparently so.
- And you're not telling Janzo?

- No, not yet.
- But when?

When I'm good and
ready, that's when.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Well, I don't know how
he's going to react, Zed.

Not well, I suspect, all right?

So I'm just waiting
for the right time.

Good luck keeping it from him.

No. No, no, no. You have to
swear to keep this a secret.

- Mm-hmm, sure.
- No. Swear it.

- Swear it.
- I won't tell Janzo you're keeping secrets from him

- and betraying his trust in you.
- Thank you.

Are you coming in
pregnant, uh, Priestess?

Oh, shut up.

Wren, what a lovely scarf.

Yes. It is lovely, isn't it?

It's fine. Can we please get
to the point of this meeting?

Talon, your face is
bruised. What happened?

Long story. Don't
worry about it.

Talon, have you seen Xaba?

No, I whistled for her last
night, but she never came.

Strange. Vikka ran off.
I whistled for him, too.

He just ignored
me and kept going.

They're probably out hunting.
I'm sure they'll come back soon.

Can we please get to
the business at hand?

Yes. We have completed the genealogical
analysis of Falista's claim

that her father's great uncle's
cousin was Kelton the Green,

nephew of Rayner, who was of
course Ranulf's great grandfather.

- And?
- And her accounts aren't entirely accurate.

- So Falista's claim is false?
- No. Incorrectly expressed.

Would you just get
to the point, Janzo?

It turns out that Falista's
grandfather is King Rayner's nephew.

Oh, that's a much stronger claim
than she was even suggesting.

Mm. She has a legitimate
royal bloodline.

The she's the rightful
heir to the Realm.

I mean, what more
is there to discuss?

What about whether
she's an honest person?

Or wise? Or a good leader?

Wasn't it Falista who stood there
and held off Yavalla's horde

- when no one else could?
- So you think she'd be a good leader

just because she
has the red kinj?

I don't know. Maybe.

Well, just having the red kinj
doesn't have anything to do

with being a good queen.

Any more than a
bloodline should.

Look, I'm sure that we can all
agree that bloodline ascension

isn't exactly optimal
in this situation, yes?

But who knows? Perhaps Falista
will make a perfectly good queen.

( Crowd shouting )

Go back to your captain.

We're in charge of the Outpost.

No one's in charge. We
can do whatever we want.

Hey, break it up.

- She's killing them.
- Falista, stop!

I suspect there will be no
more trouble from any of you.

Kultor, I see you.

Come and take your
place with us.

And what do I owe this honor?

Have you come to tell
me of Tobin's rituals?

No, not exactly.

Um, I've come to tell you that
I've verified your bloodline.

That's how we're still choosing
governments around here.

Congratulations. You are
the legal heir to the crown.

I see.

Will you be accepting the crown?

I think I will.

I expect I'll be quite
good at it, don't you?

And none of you will oppose my
ascension to the throne, will you?

No.

Commander Spears?

I found your actions
today quite concerning.

How so?

You used your power
to torture those men.

And if I had not stopped you,
you might have killed them

for the crime of drunken
brawling in the street.

Commander, I hope you don't expect me to
rule with the weakness that Rosmund did.

And what's that
supposed to mean?

It means that Rosmund was too
indecisive to rule effectively.

Look how I stopped the chaos
in the streets in an instant.

Those people will obey
me till the day they die.

Out of fear, not out of respect.

They will come to love me.

They will never love
you as they loved Gwynn.

I offered Rosmund the kinj when I
was in prison. Did you know that?

I was ready to give her my power,
but she was too afraid to take it.

And to think she might have
survived if she had the courage.

Rosmund is the only reason that
any of us are alive, including you.

- Talon?
- And nothing changes the fact

that I possess the gods'
given right to the throne.

Furthermore, I have the
power to enforce that right,

- and I'm not afraid to use it.
- No.

Garret.

There is no way that we are
letting Falista sit on that throne.

She's bloody dangerous.
I should have...

Should have walloped her
over the head with that rock

a little harder
when I was infected.

Janzo, can't you convince
everyone that her claim is false?

And lie, Garret? Anyone with half
a brain and the right almanac

would be able to prove
that she's legitimate,

apart from yourself.

Besides, what good
is any of that

if we don't have anyone
better to replace her with?

What?

The only person who
can take the crown,

the only one with the
support of the people is you.

Take the crown?

We can't just declare me queen
and slap a crown on my head

in some secret ceremony.
It's a terrible plan.

- It's our only plan.
- Well, I'm not a queen.

- I am nothing like Gwynn.
- Talon, out of everyone in this world,

Gwynn would have picked
you to replace her.

- I agree.
- Then why don't you take it?

That's a far better plan.
Why doesn't he be king?

Because I don't have the
support of the people. You do.

Well, sometimes the people
don't know what's best for them.

You? King?

Supposedly that's good for you.

- Wren, who are you talking to?
- Oh. What?

Talking? Who would I be
talking to? I'm here alone.

Or so I thought until
you sneaked up on me.

Sorry.

Oh, is that...

- My father's ashes.
- Right.

I remember when I was little
when a Blackblood would die,

we'd do something
with the ashes.

I thought maybe you could
help me get it right.

Yes, of course.

I do know a few old ways.

Not because I'm a High Priestess

or anything like that it
that's what you're implying.

You didn't speak to Zed
about any of this, did you?

No, I just...

I just want to respect
my father's remains.

Sorry. Yeah.

I would be glad to help you.

We will need a flowing river.

First thing tomorrow?

- Thanks, Wren.
- Right.

I need to get a lock.

( Both grunting )

I was wondering when
I would see you again.

You really want those
as your last words?

You really want
those to be yours?

- Let me go.
- Look, I'm not drunk,

so you're not going to beat me.

So you might as well tell
me what this is about.

You murdered my sister.

I've killed a lot of people,
but I've never murdered anyone.

She was 11 years old. How
is that anything but murder?

And what makes you
think it was me?

Female Blackblood, dark
hair, great warrior.

Does sound like me. What
was your sister's name?

Ilyin.

Her name was Ilyin.

The Dragman.

So if it wasn't you
who killed my sister...

A Blackblood named Rebb.

You speak the truth.

You can do that lie-detecting
thing Ilyin could.

Not as well as she did,

but well enough for
an open book like you.

So, where is this Rebb?

She's dead. I killed her.

That was my vengeance
to have, not yours.

I didn't even know you existed.

Besides, Ilyin was my friend.

I wasn't going to let Rebb
get away with killing her.

Where'd you learn
to fight like that?

Some of the things you did
I've never even seen before.

The monks taught
me a thing or two.

- Monks?
- Monks from the sanctuary,

where potential
Dragmans were raised.

Fighting lessons was the
only thing I was any good at,

until I ran away when I was ten.

That's a young age to
be out on your own.

But it really toughens you up.

I was eight when I left home.

I owe you a debt for
killing this Rebb.

Repaying you will make it
as if I got revenge myself.

No, you don't owe me anything.

I killed Rebb for
my own reasons.

We're even.

No hard feelings about
how I almost killed you?

You didn't almost kill me.

Yes, I did.

And I will repay you
for my vengeance.

Look, just do me a favor.

Stay out of trouble.

Thanks for the talk.

The Lu-Qiri.

I wonder where they're off to.

Xaba and Vikka ran off as well.

Huh.

Do Lu-Qiri have mating
seasons or something?

Not that I know of.

Pretty disturbing image though.

The river carries your father away
to be reunited with his ancestors.

You really believe that?

No, not really.

I'm sorry you lost
your father, Talon.

I'm sorry you lost your mother.

It's hard to miss her
after what she did.

Besides, she wasn't
much of a mother anyway.

He wasn't much of a father.

He lived alone in a cave.

You think he wanted
to live in that cave?

He gave up everything
to protect us.

If it wasn't for him,
we'd all be dead.

I suppose.

Talon, your father was selfless.

The only other person I've ever met
who was that selfless was Gwynn.

And you.

- Me?
- How many times have you risked your life to save us all?

Too many to count.

Just like your father.

Just like Gwynn.

Should I leave you
alone for a while?

No.

We should get back.

I wish you could advise me.

I'll be a good queen,
don't you think, Tobin?

My Lady, it's time to
carry his body to the hill

- for his last watch.
- No.

Not yet. Just give
him a little longer.

But, My Lady, the sun is
aligned for the ceremony.

- We can't...
- Would you disobey me?

Stand watch over
him until I return.

- I'll do it.
- What?

I'll be queen.

To keep Falista off the throne
until we find someone better.

What made you change your mind?

Something Wren said.

My Lady, we already have
enough men to carry the body.

Are you all loyal to Lord Tobin?

Would each of you give your
life to save him if you could?

Of course, My Lady.

Well, then I thank you

for your loyalty
and your courage.

( All screaming )

I see you, Janya.

It is your time now.

You know what you must do.

I've seen the gods,
and they see me.

Just like I did
when I used my kinj.

What are you waiting for?
We have to save Tobin.

On one condition.

That you join with us

and reunite The Three.

I won't serve you.

The Three are a council
of equal partners.

You don't serve us
anymore than we serve you.

Janzo, these books that belonged
to Talon's blacksmith friend,

is this really all you
have on Blackbloods?

Apparently your histories weren't
a high priority to us humans.

There's not much here, to be honest.
Fragments of old texts, bits and pieces.

My mother's manuscripts
were far more detailed.

Your mother's manuscripts are
still in the Plane of Ashes.

Which is one more
reason why you, Janzo,

need to convince Talon to bring
the Blackbloods through the portal.

- The Blackfists, too.
- I happen to agree with Talon, actually.

After the way they
treated us last time,

I don't want any Blackfists
near me, thank you.

They'll behave
themselves this time.

They've got Wren
as their Priestess.

Oh, don't put that on me.
I can't control Blackfists.

You've lived there, Wren.

How can you allow our people to
suffer in the Plane of Ashes?

If you feel so
strongly about it, Zed,

why don't you ask
Talon yourself?

She doesn't trust me
like she trusts Janzo.

Exactly. See, she trusts me
because I don't manipulate her

into doing things that
she doesn't want to do.

See, Zed? That is how
a man gains trust.

Oh, hmm, trust?

- Way to go, by the way, Janzo.
- Hmm?

- I didn't know you had it in you.
- Zed.

- Had what in me?
- Oh, that's right.

Or is it Wren who has it in her?

Janzo, do you not have
somewhere with Garret and Talon?

- I am late. Sorry.
- Wren has what in her?

I've been spreading
word all morning.

The people are ready
to support your claim.

Even most citizens who are here
from the Capital were open to it.

Now once you're wearing
this crown, well,

any claim Falista tries to
make will look traitorous.

This is a terrible idea.

I mean, look at me. Do
I look like a queen?

Um, you're a new kind of queen.

You're the kind of
queen we need right now.

Let's go. Come on.

In these momentous times,

a great hero has proven herself
during the final battle.

A hero who bring us all into
a new age of peace and...

Thank you, Commander Spears,

for the very fitting
introduction.

- Tobin, how?

People of the Realm,

I hereby declare Falista of
Relman as queen of the Realm

and call on every loyal subject
to defend her true claim.

I want to thank my
advisors and my husband,

who has been
resurrected by the gods

to serve as your king.

- King Tobin.
- All hail Queen Falista!

All hail Queen Falista.

All hail King Tobin.

All hail Queen Falista.

All hail King Tobin.