All language subtitles for Warlord_2025_English-ELSUBTITLE.COM-ST_74857734

The story of our city

is a troubled one. Its roots
are many centuries old,

longer than any living
thing, probably even dragons,

if they still
exist, for like us,

they have not been
seen for many a moon.

Dispelled from thought,
cast into the shadows.

There is nothing for
you to see there now.

Broken promises, failed
dreams. A city lost.

I like to see it.
Remember it as it was.

Don't let it taunt
you. Leave it alone.

Cheery as ever. I see.

I see no reason for joy here.

We're alive.

Is that not joy enough?
The wind on our faces.

Warmth from our hearts.
And you say it taunts you?

Don't put words in my mouth.
I said leave it alone.

Is it that easy for you?

No.

But you're too
young to remember.

Curse the humans.

They destroy all
that they touch.

I just...

I know.

I'm sorry.

You think too much for an elf.

I know what you're going
to say. Don't say it.

Then you say it.

The way of the elf.

Act first. Trust
yourself. I just...

Please, miss, please!

May the sun bless you.

May a hot meal bless you.

Oh it will thanks to you.

I'm on my way to
Gemmell's Bakery.

They might have a
meal for you there?

Oh, you should be going
to Cameron's Bakery.

Things are getting
really hot there.

Tyfell Stop. Look on
the ground over there.

They've dropped early

Fern horn seeds, collecting
them is quite the honour.

Still some leaves on
the trees. A bad omen.

Tread carefully.

Oh, I will.

-What about the deer?
-We'll come back for it.

This is more important,

Much more.

I heard people worry there
may not be enough seeds

for the new births.
One seed for one elf.

And I'd...

So many, so many.

But collecting them
is quite the honour.

Shouldn't we leave them?

No. They must be
collected swiftly.

I remember when
I collected mine.

12 years old as all are,

but for me, it's the first
time I felt like an elf.

I knew which one was mine and
I took it. I knew immediately.

-Have you got the sacks.
-Yeah. It Became my weapon

almost the same day.
I barely shed blood

with its thorn before
it took shape. Not

that I've ever really
had a chance to use it.

Tyfell. Focus.

Some have taken
root. I feared it so.

We can't pull them out?

No. Once they're rooted,
they'll be like that

for over a thousand years.

We'll mark the tree
before we leave.

Anyone who treads here
now should do so warily.

Careful.

Careful.

Let's collect them. Carefully

Came as soon as I heard.

Where is he?

They took him.

They took him to the edge
of the city. Banished.

We'll find him.
Where have you been?

I came as quickly as I could.

Did you know about this?

No.

Sam?

Emily. No. I would've told you.

Would you?

Yes.

Has he been taken?

Banished?

Colette, listen to me.
I need you to be strong.

They'll be back again tomorrow

and if you are not
able to pay both today

and tomorrow...

I'll be banished too.

And the Sheriff would love
nothing more than that.

He'd seize this
place, put the prices

up and then we'll all go hungry.

But he can only do that
if we let him. Sam,

get everyone you
know to come here.

Tell them there's free bread

for whoever shows
up to claim it.

Go.

I can't do that.

Yes you can and I'll help.

It's my job to keep your head
above water. When they show up

we'll tell them the
free batch run out,

but we can give them a
reduction on the other bread.

Sheriff's taxes have made
bread a luxury for most folk.

We get them back here. We can
make what we need in a day.

-Even with a reduction.
-What about Cameron?

He'll manage. Let's
focus on what we can do.

I've heard they take
their clothes as payment

and worse.

Gossip is half the
punishment with banishing.

They say all sorts. It'll all be

forgotten in a couple of months.

I just, no.

You're right.

Trust me,

let's get to work.

You are going to
have to run faster

than that Cameron.

Funny thing banishment?
People think banishment

means leaving the city on pain
of death, like you're an elf

never to return. Which it does.

But it also means that
you lose all your rights.

It means no one gives
a toss about you.

It means I could
cut you to pieces

and nobody could complain.

I gave you all discounts.
Opened early for you!

Well that's why I haven't
killed you. But taxes

must be paid.

Have at him boys!

Prepare to tar and feather.

Anything but that? No? No.

You didn't pay with coin, so
we'll take your family jewels.

No, please, no, no I,
no. Please, no that.

Please.

I beg you. Please.

The tar quarterises the
wound, stops you bleeding

out.

And the feathers?

Well, the feathers
make you look pretty.

Bring the jewels with us.

The humans brought
one of their own here.

Beat him, hadn't paid his taxes.

That's four this week.
Treated same as the others.

It's troubling.

It's barbaric. We
should help him.

If that is your decision,
act on it Tyfell.

Sometimes thinking through
an action isn't a bad idea.

Indeed. And if that is your
choice; to hesitate, to,

to weigh up the
options, so be it.

I'm not hesitating.

Choose. One.

This doesn't need
considering, he is hurt,

but the tar will have burnt
his wounds and sealed them.

He is surrounded by plenty.

He will recover and find food,

-But if he doesn't?
-He dies.

That is the circle.

But surely?

Help or don't.

If a kitten is drowning,
helping it is an action.

Letting it die is a choice.
Watching it is cruel.

-I'm debating not watching.
-Hesitation has many names

Elwynn?

Does the sun hesitate?
Does the moon, the wind?

Oh, why would you not
save a drowning kitten?

I would if I could.
You would watch it.

Elwynn - If your
heart hesitates,

you die. Heartless.

That's what you think of
me. I see it in your eyes.

But I'm not, I
just listen to it.

One day my heart
shall stop beating

and I shall not curse it

or complain, for all things
have a right to a choice.

But if it lingers me in an
indecision, unsure of whether

to beat or not? Well,
that I shall curse

for it shall be a
cruel suffering.

We need to get home. You
go back for that deer.

I'll take these from here.

Wood Elves?

I'll help you back.

It's cold. The deer will keep

Finally a good decision.

I like to watch the humans.

They're like greedy children.

They know little
of the old ways.

All can hunt.

They can't skin
a deer very well.

I've even seen them fail
to properly roast a rabbit,

let alone know where
the apples fall.

Is that why you left him one?

Hey; to taunt him?

-Thank you so much.
-How did it go?

We're good for
today. You did well.

I even got the tinker here
and he rarely buys anything.

Thank you Sam

But this will only
last a few days.

Next full moon...

Cameron said that
we wouldn't last.

That's why he put up a
stink to the tax collectors.

Told them it was as
good as thievery.

Sam, you need to talk to the
Sheriff. He'll listen to you.

He won't.

Fine. I'll do it.

What?

No. Wait, I, I can,
I can come with you.

No, you said he
won't listen to you.

Where do you think
my brother is?

Probably the forest of solitude.

No. It's empty and barren.

No one even hunts there anymore.

It's a long walk to get
back to the north road too.

He'll be out there for days.

I saw a report on
the Sheriff's desk.

That's why so few ever come
back or are seen again.

I, I, I'd offer to
go and look for him.

But that's punishable too.

Of the old and the new
show us the enchantments

both forgotten and true.

I, I know I'm not

progressing as you'd hoped.

I'm trying.

I know.

A broken heart takes a
while to heal Tyfell.

Trust yourself.
That's all we have.

We both wish your
father were here.

If...

If that human we're conscious

and asked us for help,
what would you have done?

Kill him.

Come now.

I'd I kill him for so
much as looking at me.

We're nothing more than a
rumour to humans these days.

So I hear. Keeping it

that way is the only way
we keep things as they are.

You, you of all people

I would've thought
would show the most

interest in the humans.
Knowing our enemies,

is our first rule of war.

I know them well.

But surely things change?

And the answer to that
riddle lies there.

I hate riddles. Speak
plainly. Please.

Look around you.

At all we have. Children

New born babes.

The abundance of the forest.

Happiness, security. Things have

changed since leaving
the city, for the better.

For us?

The elves.

Exactly.

We sometimes went a dozen

or more years without the
cries of a new born babe.

Things have changed
and you won't know

how good you had something

as a young Elf,
until it leaves you.

It's hard to find happiness
when others suffer.

True.

But that is the human
way. Humans are cruel.

They like things to suffer.

Give me a sack.

Think on that and fetch the deer

and reopen the portal.

You walk with the
pace of a storm.

Wish I had the power of a storm.

Meeting with the
sheriff went well then?

Word travels quick.

When times are this hard, aye.

It does. Well?

He granted me an audience.

You look lovely Emily.

And?

I was to the point.

I've come to discuss the city.

I'm angry at the
treatment of the people.

-Is that so?
-Our, my people

Come, come, all are welcome in

Lloris are they not?

All those who share
perhaps? My people suffer.

You take from them. The
new taxes on the bakeries?

All you do is take,
take and take.

You didn't say that to him?

I did, I did.

Emily.

I was angry.

Take.

The taxes are for the
people, for caregivers,

for courtiers, for
collectors, for ships,

for trade, for
courts, for councils.

And no one can
question your spending?

Nothing's improved.

No Emily.

Dear Emily, you are

these questions,

questions are tricky things.

You can never get a
straight answer out of him.

Twists everything.

He...

And questions can be good.

I encourage them. So you

question me on my taxes.

So I question you.

Your parents used to rule this
city from this very castle.

Could they be trusted?

Of course. I may have been
young when they passed,

but all say they
made things better.

Cared for our elders.
Housed the poor?

They weren't just
trusted. They were loved.

I'm sure, it's good to hear.

But another question if I may.

I'm relatively new to our city,

but even I know that Elven
things are forbidden here.

Now I've wondered
this since I moved

in and here's the question.

Why are forbidden
Elven goblets here?

Hidden away in this office
all over the castle?

Your family rounded them all up,

but you didn't destroy them?

It's naughty.

The wood makes the
wine instantly sweeter.

It's interesting.

I think in the right marketplace

it could be quite valuable.

No answer? Nothing?

You look upset?

If that is what
you truly believe,

that you love the people

and the people
love and trust you.

Look where it has brought you?

Begging at my table.

What an odd little
orphan you are.

You know if you
were still little

you'd be under my management.

Imagine that.

All in all he didn't like
my parents, doesn't like

me and I shouldn't have gone.

You trusted your instincts.
Nothing wrong with that.

So no changes to
the new tax then?

No.

Now run along.

If you really want to
look after the taxes

and the policy of this city,

then I suggest you
try and take my seat.

Should you dare.

I might just, - Of
course the old rule

of vote has now gone so
it may be a little tricky.

The new laws are so
much better, allowing us

to take action when
action is needed.

No more dithering.

The people have trusted
me with this office.

I make the rules now.

I can't please everyone.

Some win and some lose

and I don't care for losers.

Escort her out.

God, he's a monster.

Makes himself rich and
bleeds the rest of us.

All the bakers will
be gone by the end

of the week and he'll
be running them.

You mark my words.
My mother may be

blind and sick.

She saw this coming.

How is she?

Surviving.

Got lice down under

and a rash that's almost as
putrid as what she vomits up.

Heading to the river now.

Stinks too bad to throw in
the street. Nasty stuff.

Courage burns
brightly within you.

Sometimes you have to let bad
moments be kindling to it.

That's how greatness shines.

What are you thinking?

That human. They stole our city

but it sometimes it feels

as though they darkened
our souls as well.

Hate is no companion
to hold onto.

200 years of it.
It's hard to let go.

-Is it time?
-That's the wrong question.

Well?

Is it safe to?

We've moved on Llanofinn,
we've built a better city.

Enchantments that will
last longer than the wind.

We are hidden here. Content.

-Those seeds you found?
-Troubling.

Wonderful. So many?

How can you put
something in a river?

And not know another would
have to deal with it.

Humans.

Look at me, letting them

get me wound up.

The moon is coming.

-Is it full?
-It will be.

A good omen.

-Is it?
-I have something for you.

But first you must
promise to not be angry.

-Cannot do that.
-Oh,

your anger is quicker
than a rabbit's foot.

Promise me.

No. How? Why?

They fell early. I
helped collect them

and then when I went back
to collect the deer we fell

Something pulled me back.

Called to you?

Just like at the
council of the young

when we got to
choose our own seed

and share blood to tame it.

That feeling?

I feel it.

I feel it too.

Hold it. Hold it. It's not

blooded or taken root.

Nothing happens.

I've never seen one
this young before.

What an honour to
collect them so.

The thorn hasn't even grown yet?

Drawn to it, but
it does not root

or thorn when held?
There's only one

thing that means...

One seed for one elf.

The seed must learn
from the inner self.

It can only be

For our child.

I got your message...

What by the sun and
moon are you doing here?

The baker Offstead followed
them when they took him.

He had to close his
shop the day before.

Closed before he owed anything.

Told Cameron to do the same.
You should have listened.

If they find him here they'll
kill him. Does Sam know?

Good.

I don't know what to do.

He can't stay.

Cameron. You know
you can't stay.

He's not fit to go anywhere.

What did they do to you?

We will put you in a
cart and get you out

before the dawn patrols come in.

No.

Cameron?

Don't speak.

Sister please.

I'll go.

I had to come back.

I know who will help us.

Who? We need it.

The Wood Elves. They're real.

They left me this apple.
I heard them talk.

Elves gave this to you?

I couldn't bring
myself to eat it.

Not like you to beat
me to the sunrise.

Last night clearly didn't
wear me out enough.

I'm going to scout the city.
There's something afoot.

I feel it

Very well.

Good luck.

-What about you?
-The river over the

mountain. Salmon.

I hope.

After that I'll...

I'll visit the Elder tree.

It's been a while.

Our fallen friends have been

troubling my dreams of late.

Dreaming?

Last night clearly didn't
wear you out enough either.

Spear some for me.

I'll try.

May the Lost Moon guide you.

And you.

New day, new rules. Pay up.

You collect weekly.
That's how this works.

Now it's weekly in advance.
Too many people not paying up.

I can't pay next week's.
I just paid this week's.

I'm simply the collector.

And I'm simply the one
who made the bread you fed

to your children last night.

That was yesterday.
Today you're somebody

who can't pay their taxes.

What's going on?

Tax collector's Mother.

Hey? Again?

No, no, no, no. That's
absolute nonsense.

Nonsense it is, I tell
you I ain't so frail

that I don't remember
you coming yesterday.

Is this what you do? Bully the
blind and the infirm. Yeah.

Well, weak I may be
but test my metal.

You'll find me
stronger than an oak.

So you're not paying?

Oh no. Not on your
life I'm paying.

Fine. Seize everything.

You'll pay.

No you'll pay.

You see this is what
happens when people

don't pay their taxes.

Tomorrow this stall will
reopen under the supervision

of the Sheriff of Lloris.

You have a knack for this.

I get bored watching.

It is not watching.
It is feeling.

I have heard of a technique
where you dig a small trench,

trap the fish as they swim in.

It seems easier?

Probably is.

Then why not do that?

Is its not more graceful?

The highest effect, the
most minimal of effort?

Maybe,

but you focus too much on
the success of the task.

The joy of a task is as
much in the doing of it

as the reward of it.

Only in the balance of
both. Can you find that,

Which is the way of the Elf.

Yes, yes, yes.

I know, but surely

So far away?

Yes. I watched the water
move differently. Felt it.

You'll be as good as I
one day. If you practice.

I fear my skills shall
never be equal to yours.

I had heard of this trick.

Had I not seen it, I doubt
I would've believed it.

There's no trick. It's
simply patience, awareness,

and focus.

I will be gone for a few days.

Are the bakeries all ours?

By nightfall they will be.

Good.

Next we'll take the ale houses.

They will be trickier.

Nope. Because we
will lift the price

of food across this city.

We already control the
import of grain that they use

for meat and ale.

We'll raise that as well

and we will increase
tax just a little.

They'll be angry.

No. Because we will
lend them coin.

Help support them in
this time of turbulence.

We will blame it
on foreign wars or

or goings on in the capital.

And then?

And then we'll let them fall
behind with their payments.

We will bleed them of
everything they have

and then, then they will
simply give us their business

to pay off their rising debts.

They will see it as a blessing

and they'll love us
even more for it.

This is a way of things, power

to the purpose.

What's that really mean?

You keep saying it.

The new law that rules,

is that if the purpose can
be proven and it prospers

or defends the city in any way,

then the action is
just and can be taken.

No councils or votes

or any other nonsense needed.

Now tonight, buy
your men a drink.

Encourage them to
frequent the ale houses

in the coming weeks.

The greater our
support for them,

the less they will suspect
us in unseating them.

I'm enjoying this
plan more and more.

Now tomorrow.

Remove the homeless
from the city,

in the early hours.

No, no. Give them all a coin.

Put them to work to
clean the new bakeries

and then send them on their way.

Tell them there'll be
more work in the next city

and then put them
to work in the mine.

There'll be plenty
more to follow.

Soon they'll come willingly

As once was lost.

Together we may be found.

Let us come to speak
and find common ground.

This is the custom?

As once we were lost
together, we may be found.

Let us come to speak

and find common ground.

I am not leaving
until you talk to me.

This is the custom. Let's
see if you honour it.

This is a dangerous
place to be alone.

For my kind. Yes.

-What are you doing here?
-I've come to beg,

Beg? Beg is not a term
we are familiar with.

The squirrel does
not beg. It forages.

The wolf does not beg. It hunts.

The flowers do not
beg, they bloom.

Die and nourish the
forest with their decay.

We elves treat all
creatures as equal

for they are true to themselves.

Your kind. However.

I did not mean to offend.

I use it only because
I'm desperate.

Desperation lives next
to danger in our heart.

These are dangerous times.

Life hangs on a thread
for all. At any time

the cartographer can
change the map of our stars

and the lives within it.

We do not fear danger.

Then pity me, because I do.

There is a strength within you.

But?

But like all humans,
chaos resides also.

We are being beaten,
thrown from our homes.

Our trades taken away from us.
A foreigner sits as Sheriff.

-This story sounds familiar.
-That's why I came.

You lost your city once.

Not lost,

had it stolen, by your kind.

It's the only home
I've ever known

and it's being taken from me.

Same way it was from you. We
can understand each other.

Maybe we can help each other.

I was taught an elvish
saying as a child.

I thought all
elvish was outlawed?

We call it a local tongue.

Foreigners don't
know any different.

What was the saying?

Evil is bred, when what
we should do isn't done.

There is another saying;

A flower must die to
bloom another day.

What is your name?

Emily.

I Llanofinn Brokenleaf.

Have heard you; Emily
of the city of Lloris.

Return this time tomorrow

and you shall have
your answer then.

Terrible things might
happen before...

They may not. Also,

I feel in order to answer you,
I must first speak to others.

Are there many of you?
Where do you live?

Go. Now.

That was foolish. Take the
fish back to the kitchens.

Not a word of this to
anyway. Tyfell; not a word.

-You are back early.
-The river was bountiful.

Praise to the Lost Moon.

Come here.

200 years of silence,

200 years of silence
between humans

and Elves. Ruined today.

There are people in the
city who remember us fondly.

We are done with all of that.

We have a new city,
enchantments. Done with and

away from them.

Hiding, - Living.

I have seen the brutality
she speaks of today.

It is evil and it is wrong.

I want to believe you.

Then go and see for yourself.

-I have duties.
-In the kitchen?

Elwynn, you are
Warlord of Lloris.

Is the title lost now
as well as the city?

I have seen the shame
you have carried.

For you. Yes.

As Master Scout,

I have done much for the city.

You have languished
in the shadows.

A great commander
knows when to attack

and when not to.

Then as your scout,
I am telling you

the winds are changing.

Lloris is in turmoil and
its people seek our help.

A new leader.

A new leader. She
didn't say that?

It is what we are known for.

The council of
Elves made the city.

Perhaps this is the step
to governing it once again.

The winds of change
may be upon us.

I will go to the city tonight,

but only because
it is the quickest

path to the Elder Tree.

Thank you for your
report. Master Scout.

Make the most of it mother.

Might be the last
meal for a while.

Not if I can help it. It ain't.

Tax Collectors.

No.

I'm just gonna...

Don't, don't, don't, 'just'
me. This fight is mine.

Oi, scum.

Who, me?

Oh, you know your name then.

Well you should know your
place too 'cause scum.

Well you ain't
welcome here. Get out.

You're that bitch from earlier.

Lost your loaves and now
drowning in your sorrows.

Don't drink when I'm working.

Oh, drink up love. Your
ovens won't run hot again.

I'm working on a dish
that's best served cold.

What happened? Did I get him?

Call for help. Call for help!

Get these bastards.

This is a bakers kiss.

And this is a donkeys kiss.

I am not shamed by
you, for your actions.

I shouldn't have said that.

It was a truth I
perhaps needed to hear.

Don't cloud it now.
I thank you for it.

I fear for what
you'll see tonight.

All is uncertain when the
winds of change beckon.

Take your bow.

-I do not go to fight.
-Sometimes fights find you.

I spoke to the druid yesterday.

He's working on a new arrow,
one he calls Dragons Warning.

He is full of bright ideas.
Tell me when I return.

May, the Lost Moon guide you.

I'll be back before the
moon is at its height.

Praise the Lost Moon.

Well this is a sad start
to the Sheriff being away.

I'm sorry I, I didn't
want for this. Please.

Hey, hey, hey. Calm yourself.

No one wants their place
smashed up like this.

Let alone a guard
murdered. He is dead.

Right Barry?

What a poor turn for you.

You know the tax takes this
into account, don't you?

This is for you. Help
fix this place up

and I'll send the men round
in the evening for a drink.

Get your sales back up.

Sad business this.
He had a young wife.

Newly weds. You
two on your feet.

Drag the body back
to the guardhouse.

I wouldn't open this evening,

likely to be more violence
before the night is out.

I hate violence.

What have they done?
This tree stood

before any walked here.

Lucky the elves aren't
here to see it. Yes sir?

-It was a burial ground.
-Generous sir, very.

-Who did this?
-Oh the Sheriff.

Rumors there's Dwarvish
Gemstones under that tree

and that's why it grew so big.

Noisy business.

It's quiet tonight.

Very noisy. Earlier. Very noisy.

I've been looking
everywhere for you.

What's wrong?

The city's gone mad.
Who's been hurt?

The tax collectors.

What?

Axle and Matilde
gave them a beating.

Colette sees it all. She
even held the door closed

so no one could go for help.

Good on Colette.

Then riots kicked off,
a few fires. Has calmed

down now though, but
everyone had to help

put the fires out
before they spread.

Kind of took the
fun out of it all.

Fun?

Too quiet now. That's
why I came out here.

Too quiet?

Oh, sometimes the darkest of
deeds happen in the quietest

of moments.

I didn't think I'd find
you in your thinking place.

The last place actually.

The best place to
be right now though

there are guards looking
to vent on anyone

they see wandering around. So...

When I was a child, everything
seemed so much simpler.

I thought the older
you get the easier it

gets, the more you can do.

Truth is the opposite isn't it?

Do you weather it
or you take a stand?

Endure the journey or
try to forge a new path.

Make a nest or fly away.

What do you think?

Depends where your friends
are, where your heart lies.

-I've done something.
-What?

A change is coming

Evidently - I was
offered a job earlier.

Good pay, hot meal.
Good for some.

You turned it down?

Oh beggars can be
choosers. Them that took it

are being forced out.

Forced to work down there.

And what was the
noise earlier? This?

Oh no, this was days
ago. Earlier riots.

The fires of rage burned.

And now they have died out.

Extinguished,

but some still step
lightly on the ashes

to turn them to dust.

Do you trust me?

-Completely.
-You're a good friend, Sam.

What have you done?

Go on.

I spoke to the Elves.

Whatever you are thinking,
say it. I need to hear it.

Elves are dangerous.

I've read the
scrolls. The reports

of the last days of the Elves.

They slaughtered...

I know you're right.
Elves are dangerous.

Go lightly sir.

Let go my coin pouch.

If you want to live.

Humans.

But the way the
city is being run.

We can't survive this.

I know it's hard for you to
hear. You need to be brave.

I'm brave,

but I worry about the
other scrolls I've seen..

The mine and who my
father wants to work with.

No.

Really brave, loyal and brave.

If you trust me, we
need to take a stand,

forge a new path,
fly away from the old

to start anew, where
anything is possible.

I've longed to help people

to be the person my parents
would've wanted me to be,

to make 'em proud

Even if it was
just in my dreams.

Silly I know.

No. That's not silly at all.

They live on through
you. They do.

And I trust you
as many did them.

Thank you, Sam.

Will you come to meet the
Elves with me tomorrow?

You look beautiful.
In the moonlight.

Come on.

Please.

HELP!

HEEELPPPPP!

I'll give you a smile.

Bigger than the
one you've got now.

A real Lloris smile.

Please.

You see consequences.

That's what you lot
don't seem to understand.

Now. Open your mouth.

A real Lloris smile.

Please, please don't.

Now. Open wide.

Do it or there will be

more consequences.

Help!

Now open your mouth.

You lost an arrow?

I did not lose one.
It found a new home.

The winds of change are upon us.

-We go to war?
-Perhaps.

We'll speak to them tomorrow.

See how we feel after that.

So a storm is coming.

Oh, a storm is here. How
much changes as it passes

through is waiting to be seen.

What did you see?

Master scout.

You must have seen it already.

You had to see it
with your own eyes.

How long you known?

A while.

What else?

Humans being humans.

This woman was present
when a mob attacked

and killed a guard last night.

She claims she saw nothing.

Will any step forward and
speak of what they saw?

Are you all deaf?

Playing dumb, eh?

Let me make this simple.

The next time this
woman says she's seen

nothing, there'll
be half a chance.

She's telling the truth.

I hope you all hear what
I'm saying. Loud and clear.

People had better start speaking

up when they're spoken to.

Or the sheriff's guard will

plunge this city into darkness.

One socket at a time.

Now get your tax money ready.

We'll be knocking soon enough.

You are armed.

Draw it and I shall
kill you both.

She wears it only
for protection.

No weapon is only
for protection.

-It's not true.
-If I have to teach you the

difference between a
sword and a shield,

I fear this conversation
is over before it's began.

This is Elwynn Brokenleaf.

Warlord of Lloris.

Make your request and
how you balance it.

Our homes, our businesses
are being taken from us.

All the wealth is
going to the few

and the many are
left to struggle.

I'm no fool. I understand
you've every reason not

to care about what
happens to us.

Before they died, my
parents spoke of the Elves.

They wanted to return what
was yours, to talk to you,

to make a new peace between us.

As once was lost.

Together we may be found.

Let us come to speak
and find common ground.

That was the only thing
my parents left me.

They knew that phrase

with an elvish item,

would bring you out
of hiding to talk.

It is an old custom.

The Sheriff cares not for
elves. He cut down your tree.

Even he knew that
might anger you.

We've lost far more
than an old tree.

What makes you think we care?

Help us and we'll welcome
you back to our city.

Your lost treasures
will be returned to you.

You steal from us

and then offer us a token in
return to not just forgive

but further help you?

Well maybe we should side
with the dwarves then

The Sheriff is travelling
back from a meeting

from them to Lloris tomorrow.

I want us to capture him then

so we can take
control of the city.

Why they rush?

If we don't do it now,

he'll hold executions
tomorrow night.

He'll execute our friends.

You want us to kill his soldiers

and capture the sheriff?

There won't be many with him.

They're tax collectors,
not soldiers.

Oh, tax collectors.

Cutthroats, bandits.

All names for the same thing.

People who hurt other
people, soldiers.

I have listened.
You'll have our answer.

The Warlord of
Lloris has spoken.

Return at this point tomorrow,
you shall have your answer.

That'll be too late.
You need to prepare now?

An elf is always prepared.

Fear not. Should we decide
to help you, we will.

Go.

We need to know when
the sheriff will

be back and which
route he'll take.

I promise I won't hurt
him. Not if I can avoid it.

I just want him out
of the city for good.

I need your help with that.

I won't fail you.

This will all be ever soon.

One way or another.

Well, well, well just
who I was looking for.

What do you want? There's
no collection today.

Nothing gets past me. Emily.

What are you talking about?

I've been hearing whispers.

Get off me.

You'll lose your head
tomorrow for treason.

Someone's been talking
to those they shouldn't.

Haven't they?

There has been no treason
and no trial either.

Sheriff's away. You
don't decide that.

Colette?

I didn't tell them anything.

Will you make it easy
on yourself and confess?

I...

Will you confess
Emily of Lloris?

Will you confess?

Get out of here beggar.

Emily of Lloris.

Will you confess to meeting

with the banished baker Cameron

within these city walls?

Cameron?

I confess.

Nothing gets past me Emily.

Hold your anger.

You have made a mistake.

That was not the Way of the Elf.

You are of the High Elf lineage.

You deserve your castle back.

We are Wood Elves now.
The city is our past.

We live in the here the now.

You can't speak to
our queen like that.

200 years we have waited
for our moment to strike,

to take back what is ours.

You speak of a time
long forgotten.

Of a people we no longer must
deal with, shall deal with.

They outlawed us and so we
have them. Humans are vermin.

You forget yourself my queen.

We are all under the
sun and moon vermin

and elf alike.

-What were you thinking?
-I wasn't.

Curse the humans their
way is their destruction.

Do I forget that? Do I forget
that humans cannot be trusted?

No. I do not forget myself.

I remember how I built this
city, shoulder to shoulder

with everyone here.

How we crafted the
magic of the old moon

to enchant ourselves one
last time to live alongside

but never with again.

Blood, sweat, magic

and tears have built
us a new life here.

One where we are
not open to the lies

and betrayals of humans.

I forget nothing.

You are not good at
conversations are you?

But it seems you have
forgotten yourself.

Act as you must. Your request
for help has been heard.

I did not mean to
offend my queen.

And yet you did.

Indeed.

I simply try to find balance
between the old and the new,

Which is understandable

and admirable.

-There is more.
-More.

You shamed yourself

when the last human
delegation came here,

why did I not fear
there would be more.

Dwarves?

They have cut down
the elder tree.

They believe, foolishly, that
there are dwarven gemstones

underneath it and they
they plan to mine.

Dwarves. Dwarves dig.

They don't stop
digging one hole there

soon, holes everywhere.

And they may come here. To dig.

Well then it seems you'll
be of some use warlord,

for then surely war
will come knocking

A long and terrible one. Yes.

And this Sheriff, is key?

-I believe so.
-Then kill him.

-They said capture?
-Kill.

And so it shall be
for any other humans

that entertain dwarves here.

-As you wish my queen.
-Up.

My nephew speaks highly of
all that you've taught him.

I dare say his help might
be of some use to you

and if others offer their bow

or their spear,
you may accept it.

Peace would please me.

Many of our most treasured

and secret possessions
are still in the city

and humans can be

amusing at times.
When they behave.

Go.

So, Tyfell, that makes three.

There will be five of us.

Who else?

-The dancer; Vflaxxus.
-The war dancer?

She is a friend of Tyfells.

She hates humans,
wants to kill them all.

Make the world a better place.

That's a dangerous attitude.

She has pledged her scythes.
I cannot refuse her.

And the other?

Can't be worse
than a war dancer?

An Elven Ogre?

Oh, it is you.
Where have you been?

What are you doing?

The Sheriff wanted
a list he asked for.

Oh the execution list?

Yes. Obviously taken to him

for when he arrives
at the west gate.

The west gate? I thought he
was coming in the north gate?

Yes. Well take it
to him there then.

I'm just trying to help. Do
or don't. It's up to you.

I shall take it to
him, personally.

Strange girl.

Another question for you
on your theme of trust.

Do you know how
your parents died?

Colluding with those

they shouldn't.

My, how the apple
doesn't fall far from the

tree.

Today. We will put you in
the middle of the square

and we'll see all
the birds show their

true colors, won't we?

Who will come to your aid?

-Who do you think?
-Well...

I know that you've been
helping a number of bakers.

Probably a few butchers.

Maybe even a fishmonger or two.

We'll see.

And what will you do to them?

I need workers for
my expanding mine.

The Dwarves are,

that's the quickest
deal I've ever done

back home for breakfast.

You you'd send your own
daughter down the mines?

No. No.

She is cleverer than she looks.

She tells me the odd thing
that you've been up to.

And then as if to
prove her loyalty.

She simply leaves the
city this morning.

Walks off into the forest.

I guess she didn't
want to say goodbye.

She knows I'm here.

Oh, very little gets past her.

How did they die?

Thank you all for coming.

I pledge my bow.

Tyfell Fallenoak.
Praise the lost moon.

-I pledge my knife.
-Llanofinn Brokenleaf.

Praise the lost moon.

I pledge my scythes.

Vflaxxus Fireroot.

Praise the lost moon.

Feed me!

Barshain of the Barkwood.

Praise the lost moon.

And the great war star.

A human is arriving.

Who will tell us what
time we should attack.

It will be this morning.
We should leave now.

-Where is your friend?
-She's been captured.

I think they might
know something.

The Sheriff has
moved his arrival up.

Explain yourself.

The execution lists are

traitors who refuse
to pay taxes,

work in the mines
or break banishment.

Those have been asked for today,

which means this is
going to happen now.

He's calling it the
silencing of the crows.

Might be a trap.

You speak as though
you know him well?

He's my father.

Lead the way.

Aren't there more of you?

This is enough.

This does feel like a trap.

Probably is.

You take a different
path to Tyfell and I.

Vflaxxus and Barshain
will cause a diversion

We'll find the captives
and the Sheriff.

In and out.

No heroics.

I put some dragons
warning arrows

in your quiver.

They won't do any damage but
they'll smoke out the place.

Might be useful.

Axle. Axle.

I used to buy my bread from you.

-Huh?
-I like the honey glazed one.

You put a little more flour
in it than most people.

That could be it. More
finely ground as well.

I think. Made for a nicer
texture. Doesn't it?

Charge a little extra
for it. It's worth it.

Please.

Should have charged more really?

Help us.

Please help us.
She needs a healer.

It's not gonna help her, love.

Please?

You're for the chopping
block, old girl.

Halt.

This isn't a carnival.
It's an execution.

What are you wearing?

And what's that?

Have a look. Get close,

to admire the work.

By the sun and moon.
Is that a mask?

No.

What?

He's an ogre. A Wood Elf Ogre.

You are pulling my...

Should have put your shields up.

Troops coming.

Draw.

Collect the arrows as we go.

We'll probably need
all of them by the end.

This a trap.

I've never killed
a human before.

Make a sound, you die.

What's that?

Sounds like it's
getting started.

Now don't do nothing. Don't
bite or spit on me please.

This is not my first job choice.

It's either this or
the bloody mines.

Brutal work.

That's why they're
struggling to recruit.

The demand for metals rising
everywhere, I've heard.

Feed me.

There she is. We
need to save her.

No, we're here for the Sheriff

and the Sheriff alone.

What have you done?

I made a decision.

No, you've set off the trap.

They're over there!

We need to go. Now.

No, don't go.

We're here to help.

We need to go.

Trust me.

I didn't believe it.

Didn't think you had
it in you, Emily.

Bravo.

Elves in Lloris?

You're working with them? How
many laws have you broken?

How easy you make this for me?

You brought the city to this.

No, you brought
the city to this.

We have all seen those
who have paid their way

and been rewarded

and we have seen those who
bring anarchy and destruction.

Well, this stops

today!

People of Lloris, for too long

the Sheriff has made himself

and his friends
rich beyond compare.

While we struggle and starve.

And he lied to us, he told us we

were not in danger.

That the elves were long gone.

But you can see for yourselves,

elves are among us.

And they want us all dead.

They came for blood
and destruction.

This isn't our trap.
We were the bait.

Seize the elves before
they kill us all.

Tyfell. Hold.

You talk of blood
and destruction.

Look what you bring to
people who follow you.

Murder.

Mayhem.

Death.

No please! Please...

Murder. Mayhem. Death.

Look at the blood you
spill in our city.

Your reign of terror is over.

How did they die?

They tried to meet
with the elves.

No, no. Wait.

Let me get this right.

They did meet with an elf,

the warlord of Lloris.

I guess the meeting
didn't go very well.

Double decapitation
would suggest not.

We will see you in the square.

No, Sheriff. Your reign is over.

You conspired with the elves

to hide them under
our very noses.

What?

All who deal with
elves must be killed.

The new laws support me.
Power to the purpose.

Arrest the Sheriff.

What are you doing?

Conspiring with
dwarves and now elves.

You disgust me.

A city is only as
strong as its people

and you have made us weak.

Executioner.

We will find the
rest of the elves

and we will destroy them.

We will make this
city great again.

The tax collectors;
are more than that.

They are like guardians of old.

We will give businesses
back to those who lost them

and we will lower
taxes for everyone.

We will rid this
city of corruption,

once and for all.

Starting now

with those who got us
here paying the price.

You can't do this.

You encouraged me to do this.

You need witnesses,
proof. Real proof.

He wants a witness? Proof?

What about your own daughter?

Sam. Did the sheriff
conspire with the elves?

Yes.

Louder.

Yes.

You little shit.

Elves are among us and
they want to kill us all.

Breathe like a dragon.

Get Tyfell and get out of here.

I'll bide us some time.

Where is he, where's he gone?

Nothing gets past me.

Then I'll go through you.

You disgust...

I didn't think it
would end like this.

You promised the elves?

Elves are dangerous.

So are you.

What do you want us to
do with the captives?

You stupid little girl.
What have you done?

She came because of me.
We were together, but...

She was married?

Life isn't simple.

You two sit there in
your pristine tower

with your perfect lives,

but you fail to see the
corruption all around you

and you judge it.

Barshain. Take her to
the healers now. Now!

She's alive. Go.

Go!

You.

All thought you foolish.
I begged her to come.

Begged. To not leave
you unaided. You.

And you. The Warlord,
who does not fight.

What? You think the court
did not find it funny

that the humans made

you want to fight for them?

To get our homeland
back for them?

Oh, I admire you Elwynn,
I do, your conviction

to our ways is like none other,

but our way of life has changed.

And with it our way of thinking.

The queen wanted me
to keep an eye on you.

That's why you've been
training me; to replace you.

Oh, and after this
defeat I shall.

Are you hurt

By that?

Yes. But by blade? No. You?

He is but a leaf;
young and easily blown.

Elywnn.

Do you think me foolish?

Did you know of this?

No.

And no.

I didn't trust the
humans when they first

came to talk to us.

I shouldn't have trusted
them a second time.

They desecrate the
tree of our ancestors,

our burial grounds.

So we shall make burial
grounds for them.

We go to war.

Let them go.

They bake great bread.

We will need good rations
to hunt the Elves.