All language subtitles for The_Witcher_Blood_Origin_S01E01_Of_Ballads_Brawlers_and_Bloodied

[dramatic music playing]

[battle raging]

[screaming]

[groans]

No!

[men shouting, screaming]

No! Fucking fuckity fucking fucking fuck!

[yells]

Aah! [gasps]

[groans]

Ah!

[screams] I'm sorry. I'm sorry!

[groans]

Fuck! [yells]

No! No!

-Don't! No!
-[roars]

-Oh…
-[silence falls]

[panting]

[blade rings]

Ooh… Oooh!

Wow. Wow, wow!

[shuddering] Ooh. Wow.

Well, this is weird.

[fire crackling]

Um…

All right. What…

Hello?

Nope, nothing?

Yaah… all right.

What do we do, Jaskier?
What do we do in situations like this? We…

we revert to the basics.

[yells] Hello!

[screams] Hello!

-Hello, Sandpiper.
-[yelps] Aah! Aah…

This is new.

[laughs] Uh, for the record, I'm not…

I'm not not into it.

Good-looking man, nice boots. [laughs]

Am I dead?

[yelps] Aah! Ow, ow!

Not dead.

I'm getting that.

[breathing shakily]

So you… you are something else.

You're a Doppler.

[double] No.

[Jaskier breathing shakily]

[mysterious music playing]

Not a Doppler.

[Jaskier gasps]

What are you?

I am many things. Many faces. Many places.

-Then why do you look like me?
-Because you love yourself.

I have other faces.

If you prefer.

[screams]

[wind howling]

[female voice] Better?

Oh… Whoa…

Um…

Yep. Yeah.

Wonderful.

Why did you save me from the Temerians?

I need you to sing a story back to life.

[faint whispering]

We're related, you and I.

You're a bard. I am a storyteller.

-Of a sort.
-[laughs]

I beg to differ. You-- you are
a time-stopping, shape-shifting,

probably-gonna-eat-me-without-salt
at-some-point sort of storyteller.

I-- I'm just-- I'm just a man,
with an admittedly… fun hat.

We're not the same. You're--

I slip between worlds and times,
collecting forgotten stories.

I bring them back to life
when the world needs them.

[Jaskier gasps]

Are you sure you've got
the right man for this?

Of course I am.

You're the Sandpiper.

Smuggler of elves to safety.

The Sandpiper's a name.
It's a title. I'm just a bard.

A bard the Scoia'tael risked
attacking a Temerian army camp to save.

They know you care for them.
Their struggle for justice.

I do.

The Scoia'tael mean well,

but elfkind cannot win
fuelled by pain and anger alone.

Hope is vital.

The elves need a story lost to time.
One of the few who overcame the many.

The Story of the Seven.

[laughing] The St… the Story of…

Let me guess.

A bunch of warriors join forces
to fight against all odds.

It has been done to death.

Has it?

Seven estranged warriors who come together
to fight an unstoppable empire,

bring humans and monsters to the world
via the Conjunction of the Spheres,

and create the very first version
of a witcher.

That's been done to death?

Uh…

No.

No, no, I've--
I've not heard that one, admittedly.

Wow!

That's very different.

[chuckling] Ooh!

This is really fun.

You're telling me that the first version
of a witcher was a badass elf?

This is really gonna piss Geralt off.

All right.

Where do we start?

It all began twelve hundred years ago.

In the Elven golden era.

Before the arrival
of humans and monsters in the world.

Six lone outcasts,

strangers to each other,

destined to be bound together
in a blood quest.

[dramatic music playing]

Fjall of Dog Clan.

Scían of Ghost Tribe.

Brother Death.

The mages Zacaré and Syndril.

Meldof and her vengeful hammer, Gwen.

Soon to be led by the seventh.

The one they called the Lark.

[dramatic music swells]

[male elf, in Elvish] Good morning.
Alms for an ex-soldier?

[coins rattle]

Thank you.

Do they have music here?

Hasn't been music on the island in years.

[in Common Speech] Good luck.

-[stringed instrument playing]
-You too.

♪ A flower shall grow ♪

♪ Where our peasant blood flows ♪

♪ Our lives they have taken ♪

♪ Are the seeds they have sown ♪

♪ Rise up from the soil we till ♪

♪ Rise up from the soil that they own ♪

♪ We are the Black Rose ♪

-♪ Let no one doubt our cause… ♪
-Oh!

My.

Aren't you the pretty young bud?

-[grunts]
-♪ For each rose they cut down ♪

-♪ Another will grow… ♪
-I'd say you're ripe for flowering.

Ithlinne is not right, sir. She has fits.

Please, let her go.
You can all drink for free.

-[grunts]
-Ma!

-[crowd gasping]
-[glass shatters]

-[whimpers]
-[laughter]

-[Ithlinne gasps]
-[elf groans]

[yelling]

[screams]

I'll fucking stop you! [yells]
Fucking come on!

[crowd gasping, screaming]

[panting]

Sorry, friends.

Can't abide bad manners.

[laughter]

To the Lark!

[all] The Lark!

[laughter]

♪ We are the Black Rose ♪

-♪ Let no one doubt our cause ♪
-[crowd joins in]

♪ Rise up and let them hear our roar ♪

♪ The lowborns' day has come ♪

[elfyn] Go on, you girl!

[cheering and applause]

[elfyn] Go on!

[tense music playing]

[mysterious elfyn]
Far south from Inis Dubh,

the newly crowned King Alvitir,
determined to be seen amongst his people,

toured the lowborn streets,

despite the threat of assassins
from other kingdoms.

[shouting]

Protect the king!

But first they would have to get through
the royal protectors, Dog Clan.

-[neighing]
-[elfyn screams]

[adventurous music playing]

And their greatest warrior…

[gasps]

…Fjall Stoneheart.

[Fjall] Princess!

I've got you.

-[horse neighing]
-Yah! Yah!

Yah! Yah!

[elfyn] Get back!

[elf] Get away!

Down!

[adventurous music continues]

Like I showed you.

[grunting]

-[sighs] Aah.
-[explosion]

-[Fjall] Good?
-[Alvitir] Good.

[breathing shakily]

[explosion]

[gasping]

[tense music playing]

-[pounding at door]
-[gasps]

Enter.

-Apologies.
-It's all right, Fjall.

Decorum be damned.

[laughs softly]

Dog Clan sealed the palace.

No one's in or out
until we find out who's behind this.

Now, I want you to hang on to this.

Just for now.

You saved us.

[Fjall sighs]

You saved me.

You saved yourself.

You've always been there
when I've needed you.

It's my duty.

Well, we both know
that it's more than that.

[tender music playing]

[sighs]

-We agreed.
-[sighs]

You might be able to forget, but I can't.

I haven't forgotten.

-If we'd have been caught--
-But we weren't.

Fjall, I nearly died today.

I won't die living a lie.

[sighs]

[tender music continues]

[Fjall groans]

I was born to be your protector.

So protect me.

No markings on the assassins.

Captain Eredin
is rounding up suspects for interrogation.

Eredin doesn't know
his arse from his elbow.

Fuck him and his shiny army.

Where the fuck were they today
when it counted?

Couldn't organize a ride in a brothel.

Where's Fjall?

[gasping]

[tense music playing]

Fuck.

[horses neighing]

Just kill me. Be done with it.

No. You need to suffer.

In disgrace.

New king,
assassins waitin' in every shadow,

and you couldn't even keep control
of your cock.

Thank the gods Kareg didn't live
to see you betray your own clan.

I know you wished he returned from battle
that day instead of me.

I never said that.

Didn't have to.

I've wished the same every day since.

I needed both of you by my side.

He was taken, and you were supposed
to take over as chieftain.

But you betrayed your clan.

Your oath.

You betrayed me.

[Fjall] The border.

Aye.

[sighs]

Let's be done with it.

Fjall Stoneheart,

you have broken your oath
as royal protector

and betrayed your birth clan.

You are hereby banished from Xin'trea.

[somber music playing]

Dog Clan disown you.

As do I.

You'll die forgotten. And unspoken.

Goodbye, Father.

Yah!

[neighs]

[knock at door]

-[elf] Shall I guess?
-[door closes]

The Solryth Sagas.

Don't mock, brother.

You're obsessed. You need
at least one friend who isn't a book.

[groans]

I don't know how you live like this.
Mm-- The smell alone.

All this is our future.
What has happened will happen again.

-Oh, you're a seer now.
-No.

I just don't deny
what's in front of my own eyes.

Dwarven script, fifteen hundred years old,

telling of Solryth's arrival.

The siege of their city
before she drove them out

and built Xin'trea on its ruins.

History is all around us, brother,

reminding us how brilliant we once were,

and how brilliant
we can be again if we try.

I could be of use to you, you know.

As an-- an adviser--

The generals and mages
would eat you alive.

But there is a role for you, sister,
in all of this.

Now that your little indiscretion
with Fjall has been taken care of,

it's time to look to the future.

-I've found a worthy suitor for you.
-[sighs]

The king of Pryshia is a widower.

A marriage between our kingdoms
would make him amenable to signing.

[dissonant ethereal music playing]

Oh… [laughs softly]

Of course.
Whatever… you need to achieve peace.

A brighter future. Thanks to you.

Hmm?

Queen Merwyn of Pryshia.

[Merwyn laughs softly]

[dissonant music swells]

[adventurous music playing]

[mysterious elfyn]
Deep in the Valley of Lost Souls,

a lone warrior sought answers
to the strange skies

that had suddenly cast
their ominous shadow across the land.

But her ancestors remained silent.

Nothing like this
had ever happened before.

For another had learned to tear
the veils between worlds.

[clicking]

[rumbling]

[pulses of energy]

[wind rushing]

[echoing crash]

I've returned.

[female voice, echoing]
Defeated or victorious, Chief Sage Balor?

My assassination attempt failed.

I need your help.

So tell me, how did you learn to fight?

[Lark] I was born into Raven Clan.

No! You were a protector?

Indeed.

Loyal bodyguard to King Midir
and the royal family of Pryshia.

So you must know
Lady Cethlenn of the Knives.

She's my mother.

-What?
-[laughs]

What are you doing here?

You could be at the palace
with the kings and queens and heroes.

I chose this path.

[laughs softly]

When I was a young girl,

my sword master had
a key harp on her wall.

I fell in love with it.

My mother tried to save me,
but I was lost to the music.

And so I became a roving bard.

Here.

[gasps]

[plays gently]

[laughs]

[sighs]

[sighs]

I wish I had a calling
for something like that.

All I have is a sickness.

I have visions, fits,

and the people in the town
are scared of me.

The ignorant are always jealous
of anyone with gifts.

-[banging at door]
-[elf 1] Open up!

-Or we'll burn this hole to the ground.
-[Lark] Oh, shit.

[elf 2] You in there?

Why do assholes run to town guards
when they get their asses kicked?

[guard] Singing, my ass!

[sighs]

[snoring]

Dog Clan? What the fuck?

Hey!

Aah. One of Cethlenn's
scrawny little ravens.

Better a scrawny raven
than one of Osfar's mangy bitches.

Huh?

Aye. Probably right there, Raven.

-The name's--
-Fjall Stoneheart.

Son of Osfar.

I remember that pendant

from when you took my cousin's eye
in the Battle of Brokilon.

I swore to her I'd kill you
if we ever crossed paths again.

I see. And I don't even remember you.

I'm the one who sends you to the clay.

[chuckles] Relax.

My Dog Clan days are done. [sighs]

Horseshit.

No one leaves Dog Clan.

And yet here I am,

earning my fortune as a sellsword
on a poxy island at the edge of the world.

What the fuck's a Raven Clan warrior
doing so far north?

Not a warrior. I'm a bard.

A Raven Clan bard?

[laughs]

That's a first.

Wait.

You're not the Lark everyone round here's
been goin' on about?

[laughs]

I'd planned to come see you sing myself.
If not for the current circumstances.

How did the son of mighty Osfar
fall so far?

Easy.

Fucked the princess.

Horseshit. Your head'd be on a pike
rotting over the city gate.

And embarrass the Crown?

No.

Better I be stripped of my clan
and banished in silent disgrace.

Can't blame them.

Protect, not fuck. Clan basics.

-[snaps fingers]
-Should have got that one tattooed.

Too long a phrase for a Dog Clan cock.

I'll remember that when your head
rolls to a bloody stop in the mud.

[laughter]

Looks like we've ran out of time.

You, back against the far wall.

And you, your freedom's been bought.

-What?
-[guard] You heard me.

Well,

many thanks for not trying to kill me
in my sleep.

There's still time.

-An eye for an eye.
-[groans]

[guard] Hey, get back! Back up!

-Back!
-[blade swishes]

I said back against the wall!

[rollicking music playing]

Fare thee well, Lark.

May the executioner's blade
be keen and quick.

Actually, fuck it.

I don't give a shit.

[sniffs and sighs]

[gate closes]

Report.

[elf] The Pryshians have been running
some harrying raids. Testing our lines.

If we offer the dwarves
access to our Xin'trean mines,

-we can count their alliance to our--
-No. No.

I cannot fight a war on two fronts
and keep my kingdom from starving.

I've a new plan.

End the Thousand-Year War.

I've already sent emissaries
to Pryshia and Darwen.

-A peace treaty is to be signed here.
-Preposterous.

-It'll be our end!
-Sire.

Pryshia and Darwen will never sign.

-This war--
-Will end.

They're as stretched to breaking
as we are.

My sister is to be married to King Midir.

Our mines in Sliabh Liath
will be gifted to Queen Neera.

They will sign.

What say you, Chief Sage?

Apologies, Captain Eredin.

The role of chief sage is
no longer one of adviser to the throne.

I'm merely here
to advise on matters of magic.

If we keep warring as we are,

famine and the stench of defeat
will be our only legacy.

-Sire--
-This peace treaty will happen.

Dismissed.

-♪ Ay, oh, the big puck goes… ♪
-[elf] Fjall!

Shen.

It's good to see you.

-Did you bribe the guards?
Listen.

Osfar wants you to return immediately.
There's to be a peace treaty.

The king's arranged
a signing between the kingdoms.

The answer's no, little cousin.

[sighs]

-Where are you going?
-To find the nearest brothel.

[Shen] What'll I tell your father?

[Fjall] Tell him I'm too busy dying,
forgotten and unspoken.

Now go home, Shen!

[Fjall] Good elves of Inis Dubh.

Are you well? Because you're looking well.

I have but a few hours left
on this shithole of an island.

Who wants to ply me with the finest skril
and unspeakable debauchery, huh?

Behind these doors
lies a veritable cornucopia

of delectable depravities
and unmentionable delights.

But first we must address
the sordid issue of coin.

Ah, yes.

My word is my coin.

[elf] Your word affords you…

naught but the greasing of a cat's arse.

[laughs]

-Sylanya, go find Fluffy!
-Hup-hup-hup.

I can pay in silver.

-[laughter inside]
-[elf] Look at that!

Fuck.

[adventurous music playing]

Ah, yes.

[key harp playing]

We'll make a player of you yet…

Never really understood why you chose
this thing over an honest blade.

It's so… fragile.

You've not changed.

You have.

Mother sent me to bring you home.

The Continent's changing
beneath our feet.

Your king's travelling to Xin'trea
to sign a treaty. We need your skills.

I no longer follow the way of the blade.

And yet…

She's really willing to forgive me?

Cethlenn needs you. This is your chance
to redeem yourself, sister.

I can't.

I can't do those things again.

How can you live like this?
Don't you miss it?

I miss you.

Desperately.

Then come back to us.

[snorts softly]

The others said
this would be a waste of time.

Help me prove them wrong, sister.

It's your last chance.
I sail on the next tide.

[sobs]

[Ithlinne] Are you all right?

[Ithlinne gasps]

[whimpering]

[groans and gasps]

[low, hissing voices]

[echoing]
The time of the spheres is upon us.

Worlds will eat worlds. Emerald skies.

Fire will summon a new dawn.

A great beast born
shall be slain by your blade.

Two apart shall become two as one.

The Lark's most precious notes

shall be the key to all things.

And a quest in the name of your clan
will bring you redemption.

[Lark] Ithlinne said I'd find redemption
in a quest for my clan.

Her visions,
have any of them ever come true?

All of them.

One way or another.

Here. Give this to her when she wakes.

Tell her I'm… sorry
I couldn't wait to say goodbye.

[somber music playing]

-Hopefully, our paths will cross some day.
-Where's the road takin' you?

To seek redemption.

[somber music continues]

[Lark] Niamh!

Can't let you travel alone.

Some wicked elf might steal your virtue.

Not enough to have a musician sister.
Now I must suffer a shit jester too.

Don't make me change my mind, wench.

[Niamh] As if anyone's capable of that.

I'm just glad you're--

-[thud]
-[gasps]

[loud thud]

No!

Show yourselves, you fucking bastards!

[yells]

[yells]

-[squelch]
-[groans]

That's my fuckin' pendant.

[yelling]

Skills!

I hate runnin'.

[grunting]

[sniffs]

[sighs]

What the fuck are you doing here?

Lookin' for a boat off this shithole.

You're welcome, by the way.

Who's the warrior?

My sister.

[wind whistling]

What the fuck?

This mark.

Xin'trean army. Fifth column.

I know her.

She's a cavalry captain
in the Pryshian army.

A Darwenish infantry dagger.

It makes no sense.

Why are soldiers
from three kingdoms at war

working together to kill us?

The treaty.

-Niamh came to tell me about a treaty.
-I know. I was sent for too.

-Shit!
-Someone didn't want clan warriors there.

It's the armies, they're finally
making a move against the monarchies.

-I need to get to Xin'trea, warn my clan.
-So do I.

Fuck your clan.

Look, there are bound to be
more of these stabby fuckers on the way.

We'll have more chance
if we stick together.

Despite you being a pain in me hole.

Fine.

[under breath] Right.

But cross me
and I'll feed your cock to the dogs.

I don't fucking trust you, Stoneheart.

Nor I you…

Lark.

They killed my sister.

The Lark is dead.

My name is Éile.

[Éile] We'll meet again
in the halls of Caer Aenwyn, sister.

[mysterious elfyn]
And so the Lark no longer soared alone.

One had become two.

[gasps]

[delicate clicking]

[whispers] Please.

[elfyn] Princess?

[Merwyn] Ket, I fixed it!
Solryth's eyes blaze once more.

[Ket] We need to get you dressed.

Don't you see? When all hope was lost,
they led her ships to this continent,

and now they light our skies again.

It's a sign, Ket.

Maybe there's hope for me too.

Your brother will have my guts
if I don't make you look presentable

in time to meet your future husband.

Yes, of course.

[horns blasting]

[mysterious elfyn] With highborn hostages
exchanged between the warring kingdoms,

the other monarchs
had sailed to sign a treaty

that would finally end
the Thousand-Year War.

King Midir of Pryshia
and his Raven Clan warriors.

Queen Neera of Darwen
and her Serpent Clan warriors.

And Alvitir, the brave architect
of a new dawn for elfkind.

I love you, brother.

Warriors of Xin'trea.

Thanks to the bravery of our royal guests,

today shall see our long, dark night
of war and hunger end at last.

A new dawn will rise upon the Continent
for all elfkind.

Famine replaced by peace and prosperity.

A united Continent once again.

-A Continent of possibility.
-[murmuring]

We are Xin'trean.

We are Pryshian.

We are Darwenish.

[groans]

-[Alvitir] But we will all be…
-Your Majesty?

-Summon the physic.
-No.

-It's just… nerves.
-[Alvitir] …one, as strong and…

Perhaps I should retire to my chambers.

[Alvitir] …day we first landed
on these shores and civilized this land.

So I call upon…

gracious Queen Neera of Darwen,

[noble music playing]

and good King Midir of Pryshia…

to join with me
as allies in this new dawn.

[echoing thud]

[echoing crash]

-[Ket gasps]
-[guard choking]

-[crash]
-[snarling]

[elf yells] What's that?

Fire!

[chittering]

Free them!

[screaming]

-[growling]
-[machinery clanking]

Go back the way we came!

[screams]

[screams]

[screeching]

[mysterious elfyn] In that moment,
the Elven world had changed forever.

A thousand years of monarchies,
kingdoms, and clans were erased.

It's done.

Indeed.

My beast has done well.

The peace treaty had allowed Balor

to turn war-hungry mages
and generals against their monarchies.

It was just the beginning.

Empress.

The three kingdoms are yours.

All hail the new Golden Empire.

[Balor] Rise.

We have much to do.

[dramatic music playing]

[Éile] This storm's unnatural.

[Fjall] We're sailing
for safe harbor in Gaylth.

[Éile] That's not even close to Xin'trea.

[Fjall] We're no use to our clans
at the bottom of the ocean.

[echoing scream]

[snarling]

[mysterious elfyn] Merwyn was free now.

Free to write her own story.

Just as her hero Solryth had.

To start a new golden era.

[gasps softly]

This was her destiny.

[elf shouts] Empress!

[crowd cheering]

[dramatic music playing]

She plays her part well.

A shiny thing to appease the masses.

They all fall so eagerly into place,
despite their world turning on its head.

Faced with chaos,
the people will always choose order.

No matter the cost.

Or how blatant the farce.

How long do we need her?

[Balor] We shall see.

Take me down to my people.

[armor rattles]

[elf in crowd whistling]

[gasps]

[applause and cheering continue]

[loud cheering]

[dramatic music swells]

[gulls calling]

[bell ringing]

[mysterious elfyn] The skies
and seas were not the only thing

to have changed without warning.

[Éile] What the fuck are those flags?

-I've never seen that crest before.
-[Fjall] Not Pryshian. That's for sure.

Let's head to this tavern. Get some locals
drunk, find out what's going on.

With what coin, exactly?

Too long on the clan teat.

You need to cultivate
some initiative, boy.

-Oof!
-Sorry.

[laughter]

-[thunder rumbles]
-[coins jingle]

Come on, then!

[thunder rumbling]

Mmm. [smacks lips]

[elfyn] At least she ended the war.

Not many'd have the stomach
to kill your own kin.

[elfyn] And her own brother, no less.

-Calling herself Empress Merwyn now.
-Empress?

Wiped out the lot of 'em in one go.

Useless royal bastards
and their poxy clans.

-She killed them all…
-[Fjall] No.

That's impossible.

[elf] How does one princess
no one's ever heard of

manage to take the whole Continent
easy as piss like that?

I heard she's got herself
a three-headed beast, the size of a ship.

Sucks on her teat like a babe.

-[laughter]
-[elf] Beast!

[elfyn] A beast?

Lay off the godhead pipe.

Beast or no,

no Xin'trean bitch is gonna tell me
I'm not Pryshian anymore.

Yeah, you lot are worse.

Paradin' around in your Pryshian armor
mere suns ago.

Traitorous pissants,
dressed in that cunt's armor.

Fuckin' slut's got you lot by the balls!

-[crowd gasping]
-[groans]

Anyone seen 'em?

Éile of Raven Clan, Fjall of Dog Clan.

-[grunts]
-We need to be smart about this.

If you can't control your fire
because someone insulted your lover,

we should part ways now.

-This has nothing to do with her.
-This has everything to do with her.

She killed our clans.

[elf] One! Two!

[elves groaning]

One! Two!

[all groan]

-One…
-You!

-Oof!
-[all groan]

[Eredin] The largest we've excavated yet.

[Balor] I need more power
to stabilize the gateways.

-How many monoliths have you raised?
-Three in the north, two in the south.

Another five excavated
being configured with Syndril's sigils.

Not enough to power a gateway
for a legion. Why the delay?

[elf] Have at you! Pull!

The empire's young.

[workers groan]

Our troops are stretched thin.

You absorbed the entire Darwen
and Pryshian army.

How can you be stretched thin?

There were more deserters
than anticipated.

And since your purge of so many mages--

Non-cooperative mages.

Crop failures are worsening.
Bread riots are running rampant--

Then quell them.

Those that make excuses
don't make history.

[elf] I said pull!

Pull!

[Balor] What of Fjall Stoneheart?

[Eredin] He escaped our assassins
on Inis Dubh.

-[crash echoing]
-Along with the Raven Clan warrior.

But we have elite troops
scouring the Continent as we speak.

[Balor] That's a heroic folktale
waiting to happen.

End them. Now.

[wind whistling]

[Fjall sighs]

[horse whinnies]

Horses are secure. I'll take first watch.

-[rubs hands]
-[coughs]

Maybe some of them survived.

[sighs]

My clan would have fought to the death.

So would yours.

A monster.

How can that even exist?
Where did it come from?

There was a mage in Xin'trea.

Syndril.

He dug up and raised
an ancient Dwarven monolith.

He used it to… open up
a gateway to another world.

-The monster came from there?
-I mean, maybe.

-I know it sounds insane.
-There are old stories of other worlds.

And nothing's been right since.

-Even the skies have changed.
-And the seas too.

Everything's off.

But even with the beast,
Merwyn had no power to pull this off.

There has to be someone else behind this.
The generals, or the mages--

-You're making excuses for her.
-No.

If, now I mean if, she's Empress,
then she was involved.

She'll pay with her blood
for what she did.

I should have died with my clan.

Me too.

We're the last of us.

They'll erase our clans from history.

Not as long as we breathe.

Then we end them before they end us.

Raven Clan.

Dog Clan.

How can we trust each other?

By the blade.

[gentle bagpipe music playing]

By the blade.

[gasps]

We find Merwyn, end her beast
and anyone who stands with her.

[Fjall grunts]

Send them all to clay.

Blood sworn.

To the end.

To the end.

[Ket] Your brother. How could you?

[Merwyn] I'd no choice, Ket.
He'd written my life for me.

I was destined for more.

Old stories are bound to repeat.

They just need
the right person to tell them.

When Solryth died,
we turned on each other.

A great golden era
destroyed by an endless cycle of war.

And one my brother's treaty
would have paused, at best.

Balor and Eredin
want to use Syndril's gateways

to conquer.

But conquest for conquest's sake
means nothing.

I want to civilize these new worlds.

Bring our art,
our science, and culture to them,

and create a new golden era
for all of elfkind.

You th--

You think you're Solryth.

No.

Not yet.

Not while I remain Balor's puppet.

I need to become Empress
in more than just name.

Or all of this,
every drop of blood spilled,

will have been in vain.

I just have to find a way.

[breathing heavily]

What have I done?

[Balor] You've unlocked the future,
Syndril.

Without your knowledge,
none of this would have been possible.

Now the master monolith is raised,
who knows what worlds await?

Ready your final calculations

to connect the rest of the monoliths
across the empire.

You should be proud.

This new dawn of possibilities
is all thanks to you.

[keys rattle]

[door clangs shut]

[tense music playing]

[Fjall] I can't believe
they united the armies.

The closer we get to Xin'trea,
the worse our odds.

[Éile] Then we change the odds
with the best blade in the land.

-[Fjall] Who?
-[Éile] My old sword master.

If she doesn't kill me on sight.

She was the one
who introduced me to music.

When I left my clan to become a bard,
she was banished.

Forced to become a sellsword.

[Fjall] You're willing
to risk your throat?

[Éile] We want vengeance? We need her.

[horse snorting]

She have a name, then?

This sword mother of yours.

Scían.

Last of the Ghost Tribe.

Ghost Tribe are a myth.

No myth.

Finest sword masters
to ever grace the Continent.

Till you lot wiped them out.

Before my time, then.

When they refused to fight for him,

your King Darach
poisoned their water supply.

Scían was the only survivor.

Our clan found her,
took her in as sword master…

Éile.

[elderly elf] Please. We mean you no harm.

[Éile] What brings you so far
from the main roads?

We fled Bon Machán.

Our mages and elders
refused the new empire.

Her soldiers burnt it to ash,

stole our young
to dig up their black towers.

To raise monoliths.

Why are they raising them
outside Xin'trea?

Are you the Lark?

I don't go by that name anymore.

I saw you last year at the Aedd Gynvael.

You were brilliant.

Those songs,

so full of hope,

made us feel special.

Like the world was ours.

Any chance you could sing
"The Black Rose"?

We could use a bit of hope.

♪ We are the Black Rose… ♪

[whispers] That's enough.

Good luck.

[elfyn] ♪ We are the Black Rose ♪

[others join in] ♪ Rise up
And let them hear… ♪

[mysterious elfyn] He had heard
that song far south in Xin'trea,

hummed in doorways,

sung in streets and taverns,
always amongst the lowborn.

And now here in the far north.

How could one song have this much power?

[Éile] We're not far from her.
Tread lightly if you can.

This Scían,

the paranoid type, then?

Her entire tribe was poisoned.

Pit trap.

[Fjall scoffs]

It's not my first time out, Lark.

I seen it.

And the one 30 paces back.

She'll have to try
a lot harder than that to catch me--

-[thud]
-[grunts]

-[laughing]
-[groans] Fuck's sake.

[Scían] The clans are gone.

How are you still alive?

[wind roaring]

[female voice echoing]
I sense the echo of slaughter on you.

The beast I gifted you
gave you what you wanted.

It did.

I've taken control
of the entire Continent.

And yet?

It's not enough.

These people will never accept me
as their emperor.

I'm lowborn.

[whispers overlapping] Interesting…

I need a power that only I can wield.

One that raises me above
any highborn, royal, or army.

You want to be a god amongst elves.

Yes.

I need… your Chaos magic.

Are you willing
to sacrifice anything for it,

no matter what the cost?

Yes.

Whatever you ask for,

you shall have.

Never thought
you'd darken this place again.

Didn't mean to bring you dishonor.

And yet you did.

The new empress wants you dead.

Why have you come?

To ask for your help.

Come with us.

We're riding to Xin'trea to kill her.

[scoffs]

If not for me, then for your ancestors.

Xin'trea stole your tribe's sacred blade.

This is your chance to reclaim Soulreaver.

Who knows where it is now?

Your blade's with the other trophies
in the palace.

Three green stones like that,
and markings on the pommel,

something about…

Black Sands.

Born of Black Sands.

Blade and soul as one.

All beginnings.

All ends.

You'd never get past the city gates.

If you even make it that far
travelling with the enemy.

[Éile sighs]

-[sizzling]
-[grunts]

Ah…

-[sighs]
-[footsteps]

Knitbone.

It'll ease the burn.

Éile.

You can't trust her.

She has an axe to grind with you.

She's got contacts from sellswording
across the land. Contacts we may need.

Contacts she'll use to sell you out
the first chance she gets.

There's no one else left.

Scían's all I've got.

[somber music playing]

[Scían] These changing skies
bode a darkness.

[Éile] We have a chance
if we do it together.

Your quest is hopeless.

-I need you. We need you.
-You have your own path to take.

[Fjall] I can get us past the gates
and into the palace.

There's a secret passage into the city
that's unguarded.

We could use your sword.

No doubt you could.

But…

I won't be going with you.

The only good thing
that's come of all this

is that Dog Clan's gone for good.

And may your father suffer eternity
in a lonely grave.

My father should have finished
King Darach's work.

Put you down with the rest of your tribe.

I would have liked to see him try.

Blindsided by a sweet little princess,

not fit to hold
an axe of a clan chieftain.

[yells]

[grunts]

-What are you doing?
-He's the one with an axe.

Doesn't seem to know
how to use it, though.

[roars]

Scían, stop!

[yelps and gasps]

You've gotten rusty.

[Éile] Have I?

[spits and grunts]

[intense music playing]

[roars]

[Éile and Fjall yelling]

[music fades]

Your instincts are good,
but you let your emotions control you.

And you, you have forgotten
how to work as part of a clan.

You're not bad
when you're working together.

We can work with that.

So you're coming with us?

The ancestors will it.

[intense music resumes]

[Fjall] Three against an empire.

[Scían] Not enough. We need to find more.

[Éile] Then we'll find others
who want to kill the bitch.

There'll be no coming back.

[mysterious elfyn]
And so two became three.

The first drops in a torrent
that would change the world forever.

[Éile] ♪ We are the Black Rose ♪

♪ Let no one doubt our cause ♪

♪ Rise up and let them feel our thorns ♪

♪ And freedom will be ours ♪

♪ We are the Black-Thorned Rose ♪

♪ Singin' songs for the unsung ♪

♪ Rise up and let them hear our roar ♪

♪ The lowborns' day has come ♪

♪ The flowers shall grow ♪

♪ Where our peasant blood flows ♪

♪ Our lives they have taken ♪

♪ Are the seeds they have sown ♪

♪ Rise up from the soil we till ♪

♪ Rise up from the soil that they own ♪

♪ We are the Black Rose ♪

♪ Let no one doubt our cause ♪

♪ Rise up and let them feel our thorns ♪

♪ So freedom may be ours ♪

♪ We are the Black-Thorned Rose ♪

♪ Singin' songs for the unsung ♪

♪ Rise up and let them hear our roar ♪

♪ The lowborns' day has come ♪

♪ For each rose they cut down ♪

♪ Another will grow ♪

♪ Till the land is covered
With petals like snow ♪

♪ No lights in your castles
No light in your gold ♪

♪ Our fight is undying
Our truth will be told ♪

♪ We are the Black Rose ♪

♪ Let no one doubt our cause ♪

♪ Rise up and let them feel our thorns ♪

♪ And freedom will be ours ♪

♪ We are the Black-Thorned Rose ♪

♪ Singin' songs for the unsung ♪

♪ Rise up and let them hear our roar ♪

♪ The lowborns' day has come ♪

♪ We are the Black-Thorned Rose ♪

♪ Let our voice be our blade as one ♪

♪ Rise up and let them feel our thorns ♪

♪ The lowborns' day has come ♪