Original subtitles

[Narrarator] Once. In a world that was. or never was,

in a time that might have been, or could yet still be

a time when magic and sorcery were as real as cold night, and warm day

when man and beast, devil and angel were the same

the land of Malveel was torn by bloody civil war.

Separated by hatred and distrust

the twelve Malveelean clans fought among themselves.

They ignored the growing threat of the Bar-draikean Dynasty

slowly conquering the lands beyond Malveel's borders

and aiming inexorably at Malveel itself.

Great Brakus, son of Toris the mad,

and war leader of the Hawk Clan was one of the few

Malveelean chiefs who saw this great danger approaching.

And now, after word came that the Dynasty would soon

march on Malveel, the Clans agreed to meet with Brakus

and perhaps join his alliance.

What occurred at this meeting set fate's wheel into motion

and touched many lives.

but none so much as King Brakus' son,

Toran of Malveel

[Narrarator] King Brakus' nephews. One a fool, the other a jackal,

and both traitors to the king's alliance.

Are you certain this is the right place?

Answer me, Riis, or I'll rip that stupid look off your face!

I-I-I think so, S-S-Sandros

Our lives hang here on a knife's blade, dear brother, and you babble!

The-the Dynasty ma-ma-messenger said this was the place

We're under truce to meet an agent of your Dynasty!

Yes, it was agreed!

Oman's Blood!

The Dark One himself!

You see? Their best warleader.

Oh, it's as I said, Riis. The Dynasty wants what we have to offer

Gar The Draikian

Master of the snakemen, Chancellor General to the Dynasty

Well met, sir.

Well met indeed, hawk spawn,

Considering you're about to betray your country, huh?

[faint arguing] ...she-goat only visited me twice Rak

maybe she loves you the better.

[fading in] ...this wolf a long time ago, Baldaar. And who is this she-goat you dog-brained thief!

-You are, my precious mare! -Thief!

[Mandras] This river boar has insulted me!

If you keep flapping that loose jaw of yours my dear nag, I'll do more than insult you, and you can count on that!

Not with a slit throat!

ENOUGH!

Oman wreck ALL of you for idiots!

This is why we're nothing! This is why we're not a people at all

just haggling nomads out to spill a brothers guts!

We are free though Brakus! Free to go where we want! Free men! Aaaand free women.

You're not free for long though, Ruk. Not you. Not me. Not any of us.

Because without your five clans as part of my alliance, the Bar-draikian Dynasty will eat us all!

I asked for this meeting. Here, on neutral ground.

So that you and I could finally form an unbeatable force!

But you're not ready to become the Nation of Malveel!

You're not ready to march on The Dynasty and beat them at their own game.

You're not!

Oh Oman's Blood! Why do I even try?

Destroy it, for all I give a snake-mans teeth!

How was I?

Perfect. You'll soon be king over them all.

A sure bet. Your majesty.

Is that so bad, Vors?

And what of Lazar-Sa?

What would the teacher say to all your talk of loot and conquest?

You know what he'd say. He said it all twelve years ago.

He went away.

He just didn't understand this.

Maybe he understood us too well.

Will Brakus return? You're needed in council.

Your son hunts with Mak the Bowman

Should I ride out and fetch him?

No! Let him play while he's got the chance.

He's been my good right arm for these last years. Ever since his mother died, he...

No, you let him alone!

Toran, what are we waiting for?

For my teacher, sprout.

His pace is slower than his beard grows every day.

Come on, Mak, It'll beat us to the high rock.

Who's pace is slow, eh?

I only wish to get the great cat Master Bowman, sir.

You can forget your wish.

Camel-rump.

That great cat's been chased into Oracle Grove

by those vapor-headed hounds of yours.

Dogs can't go there. It's sacred.

Ah, call your dog's off. Come on.

Mak! I need a gift for my father. A king's gift for Brakus!

The dogs! Look!

You see. I wasn't joking.

This oracle died at your grandfather's orders!

-We can't go in. The dogs do... -Leaper's still on the scent!

He's not afraid of any wive's tale!

And neither am I!

Hyah!

You two! Ride back to the camp!

Come on, Vanya! Hoy!

[Narrator] Deaf to Mark's warnings Toran raced fate to the forbidding tomb of Neyestra

The magic woman killed by his grandfather.

Was Neistra's curse on the Hawk clan real?

Mak, Toran's teacher thought so.

He was more frightened than his headstrong pupil.

Mak! It's Leaper's collar!

Toran!

Toran!

Toran!

Toran!

Leaper.

Hey, boy. Hey, where'd that old cat go, huh?

I think my question's just about to be answered.

Oman's Blood.

The hunt is over.

Greetings, goddess.

I never saw you before.

You're the loveliest thing I ever laid eyes on.

Only heard about your grandfather, your father.

You. All of the Hawk clan.

The cat you hunted was part of me.

It lured you here to die.

Are you real?

Are you a woman or a goddess?

Estra!

I apologize, you're a woman and a goddess.

I'm Estra.

Daughter to Nayestra the oracle, who was murdered by your grandfather.

I had nothing to do with that! Or you!

That happened a long time ago?

Who knows what happened?

I'm not your enemy, Estra.

Your blood is my enemy.

Dayneeyours!

Oman!

No, I can't.

I can't kill you.

Hear me, Toran and Malveel, hear my words.

They see what will be.

King Brakus. Gar, the Dynasty's Axe. Destroyer and destroyed. The dream shattered.

Thus, Taran begins his quest, but he will seek and not find.

He will eat the sun and drink the storm.

He will search for Lazar-Sa

but find only smoke and false images.

We have an alliance, brothers!

And you, boys have a new king!

My honored uncle, great Brakus!

We're all one big happy family now.

An alliance has been met! Drink brother wolf-man, drink!

Me first, brother wolf-man, me first.

No more blood!

Now!

-Hie! -Hie!

Who is that?

It's Toran!

Looks like Old Thraks had his way with him.

Go in now. I'll see to Leaper, here.

Two old soldiers. We'll lick each other's wounds and tell lies about how brave we are, huh.

Go on, now, brat!

Yah, oh my cousin dear brat, go on.

Do what Graybeard says.

Is that the great bow, Graybeard?

Is that the mighty elb?

Come on, don't look that way.

Let's have some magic.

Shoot me down one of those stars.

Make it land right here in my lap.

Oh, have a drink, cousin.

And stop being such a serious fool.

Drink! To your father's victory.

I'll have that drink with my father.

A much better idea, much better brat.

Drink with papa, huh? Gallons of wine with king papa.

Toran!

You see Graybeard?

You see how much we all love him.

Pretty witch.

Might've known something we don't, boy?

I know.

The mind goes first.

I wanted this man, daughter. This Toran.

There was something in him.

I couldn't.

I wouldn't destroy.

But you let him destroy the tomb's guardian.

Oh, child.

You want him too.

But not for death.

I see what's to be mother.

And I'll use Toran of the Hawks.

But only to seek out and find out true enemy.

Lazar-Sa.

He who taught King Torus and King Brakus after him.

Lazar-Sa, mother.

Remember it was he who drove Torus mad then had him kill you.

Yes.

Yes, I cannot bear his continued existence.

I want only some payment.

Some kind of payment.

Not life.

-but... -Revenge?

Yes.

Yes.

So you must live.

Find Lazar-Sa.

Wreck him!

Promise, daughter.

I promise mother.

I like your story, Toran.

The part about the dead eater gave me goose flesh!

I bet you like the romance best, sweet Mandras. My instant passion for the Earth Goddess?

It reminds her of her six frail husbands and her eight-strapping daughters!

Oh, but wait! Wait.

There's more.

The Earth Goddess gave us a warning.

A warning! Tell us Toran!

She said, uh...

-King Brakus. Gar, the Dynasty's Axe. Destroyer... -GAR!

Gar destroyer?

What's wrong? All I did was mention his name.

Wouldn't it be great to have that Gar the snake kisser here, right now.

That boot-boy of the Dynasty, the terror of little children; we could take turns.

Twisting his nonexistent nose.

Or maybe I just...slice him.

A toast!

A toast!

From the Elks!

To Brakus!

See how King Papas got you trained, brat.

Just like one of his hounds.

Here, boy.

Come, boy.

Come on.

Come, boy.

I'm your king!

Oman wreck you, you stripling!

And what are you? You're nothing!

You're a maker of tales, an unproven boy

who attacks his own blood in the Clan's tent!

Brakus!

Leave off, Vors.

Get out!

Now.

Toran

[Brakus] -Go!

Hey. Toran, calm down.

He doesn't know what he's saying.

Come on, come here.

Come with me.

Toran, come on. Calm down!

Does it hurt?

He'll hurt worse.

Toran's...dagger!

Yes, and soon to be put to good use.

You won't forget, Chancellor General...

My brother and I sit on the Arrow throne.

Malviel becomes part of the dynasty, and we--

I know my duty, Sandros.

And I always keep my pledges.

Even to mush spined traitors, hmm?

You'll get your reward.

Very simple. Brakus acted out of anger...

and wine.

He didn't mean it.

He hit me in front of them all.

Yes.

And broke your precious sword.

Poor little Toran.

See, a serious man controls himself.

He doesn't run away from all he loves for pride's sake.

Soon I will pass this old girl on to you.

But if you're not good enough, she'll bite you hard! Kill you with her power.

Burn you good.

She burns you anyway.

When she takes you. Puts her brand, where all can see.

A hard mistress, Zeb.

Hard.

Many have wanted to be one with a heart bow.

They died, trying.

Your turn will come, Toran.

Perhaps sooner than you think.

Good and bad

are always clear, to a heart of Oman.

My son's tent looks miles away.

Go to him.

He'd spit right my eye. That's what I'd do if I were him.

Perhaps not.

Perhaps he's greater than The Great Brakus.

All would-be kings should have a man like you, my friend.

Someone who loves them enough to tell them... just how stupid they really are.

Toran

[immitating Brakus' voice] Torin! Ah!

Brackus!

[immitating Brakus' voice] My son, killed me!

- Oman's Blood! What was that?

- The King! It was Brakus!

- Where? Which way?

Father.

It was the snakes.

They've got a good plan, they've... got someone here in camp.

You've got your head on the block, boy.

Don't talk father. I'll get some help.

I'm sorry I hit you, son.

Find Lazar-Sa.

He's the only one that can help you become King.

You're not ready yet. And neither was I, it seems.

Lazar-Sa wil shape your heart.

He'll help you. He'll show you how to turn this defeat into victory.

Find Lazar-Sa.

I'll kill them.

I'll find out who did this and I'll kill them.

No...

You won't.

Revenge now would be suicide and you. Must. Live.

Find...Lazar-Sa. Swear it.

Swear it!

I swear.

My good right arm.

Over here! Rak! Baldar!

The prince's tent.

It was the king!

Look...

Young Toran's blade.

I heard the king.

I heard Brakus.

He screamed.

He screamed, "My son's killed me!"

I think something like that.

I swear I heard.

Vors. Vors!

Shut up.

Murderer. King killer.

Take him.

This is snake work. Not mine.

You know me.

I couldn't do this.

We know your temper.

We saw it earlier tonight.

You fool! You hot-headed idiot!

You've srtuck down the only man that gave us a chance!

No!

What must I do to convince you that nothing is changed?

Brakus is dead!

And Toran being his killer, his line is also. Dead.

But Brakus' blood.

Also ran in my sires' veins.

He's talking sense. Listen to him!

Please, listen.

Why?

He's no Brakus, no matter what is blood.

Not even in his wildest dreams.

Brakus was my enemy.

But there was honor in fighting such an enemy.

And more honor in making him king.

Now the honor is gone and so Mandras is gone.

Harp, we're for home! Get your gear!

Oman wreck you all!

She speaks her mind.

And she's told you the truth.

I'm Sandros.

But I can give you what Brakus could not.

Brakus promised you loot and power.

But what good is a promise, even from a man like Brakus?

I can guarantee you loot.

And the kind of power you've only dreamt off.

How can you guarantee there'll be more?

I have powerful friends.

The Dynasty?

We'll become their sword arm.

Ya, but we've fought the dynasty and their rotten snake allies for years.

They've always been our enemies.

Then it's time to make them our friends.

It's time to join the winning side.

Time to reap the harvest.

You are truly a bad one, Sandros, aren't you.

But I have heard the truly evil men make fair kings.

And even better providers.

You heard right, one-eye.

And Vors.

What of Brakus' counselor?

Vors.

He's old.

He'll die soon.

He's very sick.

We can still have an alliance.

When Brakus' pup is as dead as his sire.

Sandros!

Sandros!

You all right, brat?

I'll feel better when I can get my hands on Sandros slimy neck.

Go for that worm.

and you'll be dead as what you'll be.

They've given him the crown, the snake kissers.

But I'd swear he had his hands in this.

Swear all you like.

Without proof, your suspicions aren't worth dust.

Did your father speak before he passed to Endworld.

He told me to swallow my pride and live.

He told me to find a teacher, Lazar-Sa.

Brakus was right.

He saw the web your caught in here.

I must avenge my father, Mak.

Oman's wheel...turned on Brakus.

It will turn on Sandros too!

Turn. And crush him. You can depend on it.

But for us now.

We go. Or die.

Come on, lad.

Make your mind up. My knees are hurting.

[Narrator] King Brakus dead.

The arrow thrown in Sandros' bloody hands.

Malveel open to invasion.

The clans once more at each other's throats.

The untried Prince Toran, a fugitive, with old Mak his only follower.

And finding Lazar-Sa, his only goal.

His only salvation.

But what seems to be...is not always so.

No one has ever won a race against the snake warriors!

Not after they have taken the scent.

We'll find that whelp and his bowman friend.

Find them. And end them!

Thank you, Chancellor-general.

I knew if we came to you, you'd help us.

But sir?

What of us? What shall we do until you return?

You have done all I wanted you to do.

Chaos will break out now.

Maleeel will fall to The Dynasty.

There's only Brakus' son to finish.

And the royal line is ended.

But sir, my brother and I are of the royal blood.

And we...

Are we still well met, Sandros?

Sir.

Sir.

Sir, you promised.

You promised!

Sir.

We'll beat 'em!

Without doubt, brat.

No question about it.

Beautiful goddess.

If you've come to feed me death, let me taste those lips first.

Toran. Toran!

- You here?

- More horns!

They've got the scent again.

Oman rip the scaly jackals.

You wait here.

Ambush their scouts.

Gain some time on them maybe, ehh?

Sicker than I thought.

Too sick to fight, Mak.

My time's come.

Like it or not.

We have no choice and no chance unless I can use Elb against them.

You haven't finished your training.

How far do you mark them?

An hour. After dawn.

They will be here.

[unintelligible]

You may not be ready.

I want no part in killing you.

Without her, we're dead anyway.

Wipe your mind, Toran.

Put nothing in her way.

Let her take you as you truly are.

Give yourself to her!

Mak. She accepts me.

Mak!

Mak.

I'll never forget, Mak.

I won't forget.

Till we meet again in Endworld, old friend.

Rotten snakes!

Alright Elb. No suicide.

I'm running, like Mak, and my father wanted.

I'm out to live, Elb

One down. One to go.

Kill the buck!

[unintelligible]

Ieshod take you.

I never see such luck.

Nnn I won.

Arrow straight, a hard bump, between doubles. That's tough to be large one. Tough. Very tough.

My bullsire was a ferryman too. Did I tell you that?

Yeah, you told me. Here, roll the bones.

The river takes it's burning power

from a fire mountain.

Upstream.

Did I tell you that!

You told me, sir fat! now roll!

- Needant insult. Needant shout.

The cauldron. It is called.

The fire mountain that is.

The Cauldron is its name.

Marvelous, marvelous! Now roll, Ishar blast you.

My bullsire went there, once.

He, um...

No violence, Drushan. No violence.

- Aha! Daggers, Queen's you lose.

And old Slant's won himself passage across your acid river.

Right, my masive friend? Huh?

Right. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Another game, my corpulent one, eh?

Start at low stakes., Huh?

- Trouble coming.

Snake trouble. Worst kind.

Let's get out of here.

Too late, no time.

They won't hurt boat.

The boat can't scream.

They will hurt us!

Run little Shiverer!

Run and...hide!

Hey, come back here.

You overgrown double-dealer!

I got, there's a lot of gear, here. I got a lot of valuable stuff!

Hey, hold it.

Ishar, take his oversize hide.

Hey! Come on! Come on!

Ahhh Ha! I love it!

Nice shot, child.

But there's more behind you.

Come on.

Get a move on and we'll get this hot stuff between us and them.

Heave! What are you standing for? Heave!

- Jump for it. Oman, save us.

Oman!

Hah! We dropped the dark one himself!

Hold it, you donkey's drop. There's no percentage in that.

Watch it.

Good shot, hey.

Of course I've made better throws.

Unbelievable shots.

Too bad about that knife though, huh? Had a good blade.

So? What's your name child?

Toran. Of Malveel. Son of Brakus.

Oh.

Who's bloodsire was Taurus first High King of the Hawk Alliance.

Well, I'm just slant the Drushian from Drushmark.

That's over by the sea, you know.

I have no idea who my father was.

Nor my mother for that matter.

But I still like women.

All kinds of women.

And money.

I love money.

Love gambling it away.

Hey, uh. That's an interesting weapon you got here, child.

Yeah. Heartow, isn't it?

Yes, I've heard about it. But I've never seen one before.

May I take a look at that?

No. The bow's name is Elb.

It's really not safe for anyone to touch it but me.

Look, I appreciate what you did back there, but, uh, I have to move on and you talk too much.

Hey, hold it child. Now, uh. You, uh, still owe me.

That snake warrior you killed?

I freed the boat.

I could have sealed off by myself, but I didn't. Right?

You want payment for something like that? What. Money?

I'll take the bow and we're even. Fair?

All right. All right. All right. You didn't free the boat.

So I'll just toss in a gold cup worth sixty Draken Imperials easy.

Now how's that for a trade?

Your young life for a little old bow and a handful of gold in the bargain.

That's a pretty good deal, eh child?

Listen.

My name's Toran.

Not child.

I'm not a child anymore.

Isha's fifty forked tongues. You know you've dented it!

You saved my life. I do owe ya. But I can't pay you with Elb.

And you're still very hard to listen to.

So...

So, why don't we camp away from those scally fellas back there and uh...

I'll let you do the talking. All right?

Toran of Malveel.

Malveel, hey?

That's pretty rough country, isn't it?

Yeah, I've seen some uh pretty rough country myself.

You know, there's no profit in the bad lands. I mean, there's no cities, no money.

Who wants to throw the bones for some yokel's lice ridden cow?

Well, not me. I just... Let's have some percentages in life!

That's what I say. Let's--let's-- Let's have the odds in our favor, huh?

Find me a way across this obscenity of a river.

Drago.

[speaks snakeman]

Find him!

Find that whelp for me!

I am Lazar-Sa, son of Brakus. I am his eyes and ears.

Come to where the burning river becomes pure. At Kamal.

The first step is there.

The first test.

Why take a life from one who owns you a life?

It's the bow I want and not your royal blood, young friend.

She would have killed you.

Perhaps, perhaps not.

Good odds for such a weapon, though, eh?

And if I woke up?

Then I might have had to slice you.

But that's all behind us now, right?

I didn't take your bow and I didn't take your life.

We can be friends again.

Isha's farthen breast, toran.

I wouldn't have hurt you.

I got a warm spot in me for hawk lovers.

Twas a hawk, wasn't it?

It looked like one.

That hawk was a messenger from Lazar-Sa.

Oh, the magic man you talked to me about last night.

The one who changes iron to gold.

That was a story my father once told me.

What do you want from me, Drushian?

Someone to laugh at because he was fool enough to trust you?

A yokel from the badlands?

I don't think you're a yokel.

I believe what I see, man.

I want to find this Lazar-Sa, what's his name, too?

I mean, he can give us both whatever we want.

Whisk us back to Malveel on the wings of a golden eagle!

We'll win your kingdom back for ya!

And I'll personally slice old Sandor-what's-his-name's throat!

Listen. You go somewhere else.

You're a friend to know one but yourself.

I need more than that.

Lazar-Sa, my pet.

Lazar-Sa the murderer.

Kamal. We go to Kamal.

{Narrator] Torrin and Estra.

Lazar-Sa's command sent them both to the Dynasty city of Kamal.

They went for different reasons, different but intertwined.

The man to find himself.

The woman seeking the same.

In vengeance.

They went without knowing that others traveled the same path.

To Kamal.

Where fiery death sat waiting.

[distant] Our wonderful library!

Our jeweled sivat!

Please! Please! I beg you!

Please! Please! I beg you!

Stay! Stay!

More people are leaving!

Captain Rhea!

As a citizen of this dynasty, I demand that you do something!.

You demand nothing! City master.

Or I'll let you sample my facilities.

- This Lazar-Sa will destroy all of us!

You included!

I have sent for reinforcements, Yos.

I have done all I can.

Now stop plaguing me!

And now beautiful stranger.

Excuse me, ladies, could you tell me where I could find--um--

- Hey, child.

I love your style.

You again?

How you been, child?

See the sights, eh?

Me, too.

The real city?

Beautiful, beautiful place, Kamal.

Action and money.

You can smell it.

There's something out of whack, though.

A lot of fires around.

Strange, hey child.

What? Oh child, I'm sorry.

- After all, it's...been a long time since I've seen you. - Two days.

I thought I told you to go somewhere else, remember?

Yeah, but Kamal is the closest thing to a city in these parts.

and I did have to find a buyer for my little bag of winnings, right?

I don't trust you, Drushen.

I'm sorry, I just don't.

Me neither.

Yeah, never trust yourself.

Yeah, we double-cross ourselves every blessed day.

Never give up, do you?

I've never found a good enough reason, too.

Why should I?

Well, go try.

All you're sniffing after his gold!

A wizard who changes iron to gold.

I have different reasons.

Oh, great hero, pardon me for wanting gold.

But were I grew up, what we dreamed of was food and gold.

Nothing honorable like your great quest for Kinghood, but our bellies.

Maybe you can teach me something about honor,

but I can teach you lots about plain old survival.

Lazar-Sa.

Lazar-Sa!

Hey, that Lazzo-what's-his-name? That old gold changer, huh?

- Leave this place!

I am Lazar-Sa!

It is death to a oppose me!

Death by fire!

Taste it, dogs of The Dynasty.

You see? Nothing can stop me!

Lasar-Sa!

Can't you hear, little man?

None can defeat me!

Run away!

Or I'll swat you down!

Lasar-Sa!

It's Toran! Son of Brakus!

Lazar-Saaa!

Defeat never touches Lazar-Sa!

Abandon Kamal, and save your lives before I return.

- Citizens of Kamal!

Thanks.

My pleasure.

Our saviours!

Citizens!

From the Gods! Come to save us all!

Come along! Come!

Worship them!

Before you three came, nothing could stop them!

Houses! Shops! Crops! A third of the mining quarters.

Near the gold sluice. Destroyed in the first week!

Not to mention, tons of mining equipment!

Char-broiled.

People started leaving. Hundreds each day!

And what was once prosperous Kamal.

Alive with our science.

And a flourishing trade, turned into...

Kamal!

Under siege!

True.

The Citadel's troops could handle two men?

Ha! You saw those clods today.

They came marching out all spit and polish.

Hut, two three, got themselves fried.

There's barely 20 of them left now.

- Force won't solve this problem, noble Pater.

But money might.

- Now you're talking. - Tell it to Asa-Jam.

The town's richest man.

- He got together a..a..a camel train of wealth!

- I donated some of the goods myself...

- Gold, furs, precious jewels. That...

Asa-Jam went out to deal with those murdering...fire starters!

Asa of was fond of boasting that money could buy anything.

Or anyone.

A man who knew what he was about, eh?

He never returned.

None of those who have gone, have.

- Not dynasty soldiers. - Yes.

- Not mercenaries. - Yes, yes, yes.

- Not even Shay-Darian! - Yes! Yes! Yes!

What you're saying is the dross.

Then there were you three! Ah ha!

That was another story.

- No one was as brave! As dedicated!

Where is this place?

Where is Lazar-Sa?

Ah ha!

- Endworld canyon.

- A terrible... - Ah heh, and narrow defile.

Cut by a wall of fog.

The fog came with the Lazar-Sa and into it...

All the others went. And were gone.

The canyon lies four hours march from the gold sluice.

We can get a guide, but I don't know who.

I need no guide, thank you.

I think we're leaving now.

Uh, but, but, uh payment!

What about the payment?

Ha, ha, you uh, we, uh, you must tell us what your services will cost.

We'll accept what you've already given us. The food we've eaten.

The information we both can use.

The lad has distorted ethics.

Not the glimmer of how the world really works.

Anything you generous gentleman and respected mad wish to contribute to the cause

will be greatly appreciated by the noble and heroic Toran...

...and most respected and beautiful lady... Estra.

More. If you succeed brave Slant.

How could we not succeed most noble pator, sir?

The power of good is on our side.

It's demons.

You see? It's all here.

Lazar-Sa and the one who serves him are the fiend, Balaz, and the evil Triam!

The stone. The glove. Destroy these and you destroy them.

[Chants in somewhat asian language]

Allies? Why?

To find the truth.

Ha! I'm sworn to kill this magician!

- If Lazar-Sa is this town burner, and murderer, then I'll help you destroy him.

And my...quest, is over before it began.

We don't have to be enemies, Estra.

- Agreed?

Agreed.

Isha be praised. We're all agreed.

They gave me enough to live on for months.

All of us.

We should get away from here.

We are.

To Endworld Canyon.

Now that's crazy.

No one's going to stop that Lazar-Sa mainiac!

We have to. You don't.

- Who do you two think you are anyway, huh?

Some daredevils in a story teller's yarn?

- Didn't you see that hunk of iron back there, throwing spears?

This is for real, you know.

For real, I'm not kidding now.

We could all die.

Get Captain Ria quick.

Captain Ria! Captian Ria, sir! Captain Ria.

Get away from me!

All of you out!

Get them away from me, Ria!

Hang the stinking lot of them

Your mask, Feylon?

Feylon.

This is what I am, you oily pompador.

This is me.

And I won't hide it.

Not anymore.

Feylon Thutras, your one time friend,

your companion at court, is no more.

He's gone.

Finished.

I'm Gar the Snake Master now, Ria.

Gar the Draikian, the Destroyer, the Dark One.

All of me, Ria.

Inside and out.

Do you understand that?

Do you see?

Yes, I see.

Feylon Thutras is no more.

Perhaps I could send for other doctors and you'd get a new diagnosis, sir.

No! I've had enough fools proding and sticking me.

I'll make this piece of cold meat work.

Then I'll find that Malveelean worm and smash him.

Heartbow or not!

Heart bowman?

What do you know about a heart bowman?

There was a man in the square, today.

He carried the sign. I'm sure of it!

Here, on his chest.

He's staying at Pater Yos', the city Master.

A badlands tribesman?

Young.

Hawk clan armband.

Smarth Ajai.

It's him!

It's him.

He even snores angry.

I've learned there isn't much that Slant does in moderation.

And he's friend Prince Toran. What of him?

He's friend.

Yes, I guess I am.

The Prince no longer exists.

Part of your future telling came true.

The king is dead.

The Prince is no longer the prince of anything but the few feet of ground he walks on.

How'd you say it, um?

He will seek but never find. He will die clutching at smoke.

My words don't have to come true. You could find the truth tomorrow.

And we can send Lazar-Sa back to Endworld where he belongs.

Why does it have to be your truth we find tomorrow?

Because my dead mother told me.

And my dead father told me...

I'm as sure Lazar-Sa's a good man, a great teacher, just as you are he's a bad man, a murderer.

Blind.

Then only keep me blind. For I love what I'm seeing.

You're not seeing anything.

Maybe not.

But...

I could hate you just as easily.

My mother used to say that love and hate were the horns on the same bull.

I'll take your hate, Estra. If that's all you have to give.

That's all. For you or anyone.

We can't be human, you and I.

Not truly human, until our promises are kept.

One way or the other.

It doesn't matter what we want.

It doesn't matter at all.

I love you too when you don't know whether to kiss or cut.

We got company.

Over there.

Dynasty troops.

Yeah?

And why am I sure they're looking for us?

Because they probably are.

Fine.

Then let's use the brains that Isha gave us and run away, like good little cowards, okay?

I mean, there's a lot of action in Seylon.

High stakes.

I could double this through one night, maybe even triple it.

Rent a villa.

Swim in the sea.

Get fat?

I've never been fat before.

I'd like to give it a try at least once.

Why am I doing this?

Because you're a yak's rump. That's why.

Idiot. Never had no sense, never will.

Wonderful.

No percentage at all in dancing through that.

Oh, I don't know.

Behind that fog wall could be something worth a whole lot more than what you have in that bag.

Now, what are you talking about?

Stand and fight! Face the enemy!

Let's go.

Hey wait, what are you talking about?

What could be there that I want, huh?

Asa-Jam's bribe, remember?

Kamal's richest man's treasure!

Treasure?

Of course! Asa-Jam's caravan!

Hey, where are you?

Oman, help us all.

You all right?

Yes.

Isha!

I thought you'd try a luck.

Ya, well, luck is all gambler's got.

We're in the name of Isha's 100 rums have we landed.

Leave this place!

Turn and flee!

This is the wheel of fire! And death to mortal men!

Ask, and be told.

Yeah, well, why don't we just do it with the old boy requests, huh?

It's Toran! Son of Brakus! Estra form the Oracle Grove! Slant the Drushian!

Who are you?

This way.

Now, wait a minute.

Toran.

Estra, get back! Get clear!

It's alive!

One of those who came before us.

My necklace.

Your charms have no power here, daughter of the Oracle! This place is mine!

Go from here! Leave at once! The dead are hungry!

So are we! For the truth!

Whoever you are, show yourself!

I think we better get out of here.

Right, sure.

I said move your men forward, Ria.

Feylon.

This hartbowman took your right arm.

- Not mine.

I'm sorry.

Troops! About wheel!

March!

Stratha.

Feylon Thutras is no more.

Who are you?

We know who he is.

Who cares who he is.

Go from here!

You've been warned more than any!

Leave!

No, wait!

If you're really Lazar-Sa, then stop this madman's game!

I am he, and this is no game!

Then die, murderer!

Now there's only death for you all.

"The Stone. The Glove"

The stone! It's the stone that gives him his power.

Nay!

Leave it!

Fire!

Wheel!

No power.

For.

Still!

You see!

Blood!

Be.

Slay.

Leave it!

Isha's breath!

Fools!

You've ruined it!

Days of work!

I should have killed you all right away!

Wait! Listen to us!

No!

Get! This!

Take it off!

The glove. Negative. Power. Dark against the light.

One must be truly evil to wear it.

I thought I was.

- But I suppose not.

Lazar-Sa told me...about your stubborn father.

I should have known Brakus' son would be just as bullheaded.

You're not Lazar-Sa, then.

- An admirer, yes. No, not he.

I am Raiga. Slave. Court jester. And soon, a dead man.

My eye...

and my heart, lost here.

In Kamal's hell-pit of a mine.

I was sold to Yenwar slavers.

- Raiga, listen to me.

I need to know what of Lazar-Sa.

I met him Yenwar.

- He pittied me, taught me enough to escape.

Return here, and build my soulless warrior.

To avenge the Raiga that died here.

Once before, I left Lazar-Sa in Yenwar.

- He could still be there.

One.

More.

Trick.

Now what?

- Death!

Please spare me.

I don't even know them.

I come for the treasure.

Snake breath!

- [Gar] The bow! Get the bow!

- Estra, hurry!

The stone! The Stone!

He'll die anyway!

Let's get outta here.

Look, Kamal!

We made it! We're rich!

Come on, let's go, what are we waiting for?

I musr find Lazar-Sa, Estra!

And so must I.

Come, Sweet.

We ride for Yenwar.

Come on. Let's go.

[Narrator] Yes, Gar survived.

And with the dark force of the powerglove his. An equal match for Prince Toran's Heartbow.

The hunt had just begun.

That old Pater. Man he's going to pay through the nose.

I wonder how much, huh? What do you think?

2,000 Imperials, maybe 3,000, maybe as much as 4,000?

What's wrong? Huh?

I told you you're going to see her again.

- You turned down a fortune back there, you know that?

- A fortune! Our fortune!

- Isha's purple bellies!

- Do you like being holier than though?

Hey, well, I'm sorry.

But I just can't take gold for something I would have done anyway.

Besides, you've got a full purse out of the deal, right?

Wrong. Lost with that cheating old stargazer.

I should have known that.

Should have known. I should have figured that old bag of bones, could throw the bones.

Wait, one minute. Wait one minute.

Now there's a thought.

What's a thought?

The mine Toran, the mine. The sluice!

What about the sluice?

A ton of gold, that's what! I love it!

All we have to do is backtrack.

Ahh.

Oh, no, not again.

You're one step closer, son of Brakus, one step nearer.

But where are you Lazar-Sa.

Do you see?

I think so. Yes

Then you see that I cannot say where I am, but only, that I am here.

And I cannot leave without your help.

And that when you are here to release me...

you will be ready for much more than mere Kinghood.

How will I find the way?

The hawk is my eyes.

He showed me Raiga who took my name, and defiled it.

He also showed me your needs.

So I brought you to Kamal, where a lesson was taught you in humility and truth.

And where Raiga gave you the next step.

Yenwar, the closer you come, the better I can see to guide you.

Listen to Elb, she will also assist you.

But this Dushian, now...

I'm staying with the brat no matter what you say, like it or not.

He amuses me.

The odds, Slant of Drushmar, will always be rotten.

Odds? Huh!

What does a senile magic man know about odds?

The odds are, Toran, there's lots of money out there.

Buckets, baskets, barrels of it.

Certainly we'll break the old man out of that pit he's in!

Think of all the things we have in store along the way.

Do you soot the bones?

What?

The bones, huh?

Ah, of course not. You're no gambler I'm the gambler here.

You.

You just go charging in without thinking, eh?

Isha! Right into the fire!

And for what?

An oath's truth, or some fool thing like that, right?

Ya, well you came too!

You followed me all the way.

Tail first, and gibbering with fear.

Of course I followed you, I came for the treasure!

That's what I went in for was to...