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Mistress:
Previously on "The Outpost"...

So wonderful
to finally meet you.

- I'’m sorry. Who are you?
- I don'’t love her.

No, go back to your wife,
Lord Tobin.

This is not how I imagined
my life to turn out!

You still have enough men
to make a mark.

I think I know how
to find Yavalla.

These people,
they'’re being drawn somewhere.

Into the mountains
like they'’re on a pilgrimage?

No ignition necessary.
Just throw it at Yavalla.

Oh, and chop off her head
whilst you'’re at it.

Hopefully one of these
will work

before Zed and his gang figure
out how to kill my mother.

An antidote.
We have to go save my mother!

That'’s the ancient
Blackblood temple.

All: Hail, Wren,
daughter of Yavalla.

Uh...

Your mum'’s got a lot more
friends than she used to.

They aren'’t friends, Munt.
They'’re under her control.

She'’s in there.

Well, this looks safe,
doesn'’t it?

No. But it can'’t be
any more dangerous than
it already is out here.

Janzo, that old man,
that looks like--

Captain Orlick.
He was one of the first.

Doesn'’t have much longer,
I imagine.

Wren.

Step inside.

The High Priestess
will see you.

Alone.

Janzo and Munt can wait here.

They won'’t be touched.

Wren, we'’re in this together.

It'’s the best hope
we have at saving her.

- You take the second one.
- Remember, you don'’t have to
inject it all to kill a kinj.

- Daughter.
- Mother.

You have come at last.

I have so longed for you
to be one with us.

You, above all others,

you truly deserve the peace,

the strength of Unity
that only we know.

I don'’t know how much of this
is you and how much of it
is the kinj, but I--

It is all me,
I can assure you.

I have become
what I was destined to be.

The Bringer of Peace,
as you can see.

- At what cost?
- Cost?

The innocent people
you control.

They'’ve lost all ability
to choose for themselves.

Their choice is to be United,

to be devoid of all conflict.

To lose themselves
to paradise,

and thereby find themselves
more whole than ever before.

No one chooses this paradise

unless they have a kinj
forced upon them.

No one? I certainly did.

No, you didn'’t know the kinj
would do this before
you took it on.

I knew as surely as one can
before experiencing.

Wren, I chose this
for the good of all.

Well, they'’re all dying.

Every living thing dies.

But in Unity,
each one dies on paradise.

And I am made
the stronger for it,

more able to carry on
my mission.

- A mission of death?
- Of life eternal.

If-- if I unite with you,
I'’ll die in only weeks.

You'’re willing to let
that happen?

You will be with me forever,

living on in me eternally,

having become one with a god.

- What?

Is it not obvious,
my daughter?

I am a god.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

What'’s going on in that head
of yours, Tobin?

- You don'’t want to know.
- I'’ll be the judge of that.

You'’re thinking of her.

I can say, having
finally met Rosmund,

I can certainly see
the attraction.

She'’s beautiful,
charming, well-spoken.

So, tell me,
which of her qualities is it

that you find most appealing?

Please, Falista,
let'’s not do this.

Well, it seems
the choice is between talk
of your former lover

or no talk at all,
and I'’ve grown weary of
the silence, Tobin.

Sorry. Do you want to talk
about the weather?

Certainly.

It'’s been nothing
but unseasonable gloom
since we left Aegisford.

How long should I
expect it to last?

Oh, there'’s a break
in the clouds.

Haven'’t seen that smile
in some time.

You think we may see
some sunshine after all?

Well, there'’s nothing so
changeable as the weather, eh?

- She made me feel useful.
- What?

You asked what I liked
about being with Rosmund.

Being with her
gave me purpose.

Made me feel like
I was making my mark on
the world, you know?

As you still are.

Now more than ever.

There.

Yavalla'’s following
is a lot bigger.

- It continues to grow.
- Where is she?

Probably in that temple there
where they'’re all facing.

- Gods, it'’s Janzo and Munt.
- What are they doing here?

- Are they turned?
- I don'’t think so.
They look too uncomfortable.

- I'’m going to help--
- Wait.

They'’re clearly waiting
for someone inside that temple.

- So?
- We don'’t want to ruin a plan
that might be working.

And what about this scenario
makes you think it can end well?

Janzo'’s there.
How many times have you told me

he'’s the smartest
human you know?

As uncomfortable as he looks,

he'’s making
no attempts to escape.

Must have something
up his sleeve.

Let'’s just give it a moment.

I don'’t like this, Janzo.

Why are they all
looking at us like that?

'’Cause we're outsiders, Munt.
We'’re not part of the hive.

But statistically speaking,
a fair number of them

must have already had
their kinjes split since
we'’ve arrived.

No doubt they'’re
trying to pass on their
extra one to us.

Yavalla mustn'’t be
allowing them then.

Huh.

Do you suppose it'’s like,
you know, holding it in
when you gotta go?

I don'’t know, Munt.
Yes, I suppose so.

Ooh.

Sorry, Captain.

- I hate that feeling.
- Munt.

- I do.
- There is no hate

in the paradise we share.

What'’s taking Wren so long,
Janzo?

She'’s just gotta stick her mum
with that needle, right?

We have to wait
for the right moment.

We might not get
to try this twice.

Oh.

Wren, do you not see?
There is nothing to fear,

nothing to lose,
only eternity to gain.

- I want to believe you, Mother.
- You can believe me.

How could I want anything
but what'’s best for you?

Come to me.

Please. We will be closer
than we have ever been.

You will see.

Oh.

Janzo!

- No!
- Janzo!

- What are you doing?
- I'’m saving you.

I did it.
I injected her.

Uh-oh.

Oh, foolish child.
You really think an alchemist
remedy is a match for me?

It only works on
her offspring kinj.

- Wren, have you
understood nothing?
- I understand enough.

Whatever peace or paradise
this is, it'’s not right.

I want no part of it.

That is unfortunate.

But take comfort, my dear,

your days of disappointing
your mother...

...are at an end.

Wren!

- Wren!

Mother, please!

Wren?
Wren, your wrist.

- Oh, Mother.
- Daughter.

All is forgiven.

I'’m glad it was with you.

I shared my last gift.

You see,
he is still with us.

Yes, I feel his presence.

We were wrong, Janzo.
We were so wrong.

A mind expanding in ways
we never could have imagined.

Not only peace,
but knowledge.

Its potential is limitless.
You must experience this
for yourself.

No, thank you.

Oh, you don'’t have to
be brave, Janzo.

- No.
- You don'’t have to
fight it anymore.

You can be united
with more intelligence
and more strength

than you'’ve ever known.

You can be at one with me.

But, Wren, this isn'’t you.

It'’s still me, Janzo.
I'’m still Wren.

He has the other syringe.

He wants to take you
from the United.

Don'’t you see, Janzo?
I want to be here.

Join us.

- Munt.

Run, Janzo!

- Wren, you would kill me?
- Of course not.

- Drop the syringe, Janzo.

Munt!

This is good, Janzo.

You should try it.

Drop it.

- Janzo!
- Let him go.

He won'’t get far.

Please don'’t kill me! No!

No! Please don'’t kill me!

No. Stop!

Stand back! Stay away!

Stay away! Stay away!

Back! Stand back!

Please, no!

Talon!

- Where'’s Munt?
- He and Wren were infected
by Yavalla.

There'’s too many of them!

They'’re not gonna stop
until we'’re infected.

- Let'’s go!

Keep going!
I'’ll be right behind you!

Zed, what are you doing?

My incendiary device.

Let'’s go.

I think we lost them.

There'’s Yavalla's eye
in the sky.

We have to hide or
she'’ll just keep sending more.

Over here.

Talon?

So, what now?

Garret:
A new wall built half
a league from the main,

would incorporate over
330 acres of farmland

currently abandoned
because of the epidemic.

And that would allow us
to replenish our food stores
under Outpost protection.

A new wall?
Isn'’t that a massive
undertaking?

- Yes, it is.
- Do we have the resources?

Well, we can use the rocks
from the quarry the Blackbloods
forced us to reopen.

And do our people have
strength of will

after everything
they'’ve been through?

Most of them are skin and bone,
their spirits threadbare.

It'’s times like these
people long for a purpose
more than ever.

I'’m impressed.
We'’ll draw up plans immediately.

Garret,
thank you for your help.

Especially since I didn'’t ask
for any of this.

It'’s all right.
I mean, I should be fighting
alongside Talon and Zed,

but since I can'’t,
I decided to focus on
being a help to you.

Well, your contribution
is much appreciated.

And what about you?

How are you faring?

I'’m fine.

Gwynn,
you'’ve been through a lot
the past few weeks.

Used by the Priestess,
literally killed

and brought back to life,
and then--

Losing Tobin. Yes.

It'’ll make for a rather
riveting diary entry, won'’t it?

You know, the strangest thing
of all is how much I found
myself missing it.

It'’s not strange.
You were betrothed to him.

No, not Tobin.

The United.

I can'’t explain it.
It really was a kind
of paradise.

Gwynn, it--
it would have killed you.

I know.

I knew it at the time
and still wouldn'’t have left it

had I been given the chance.

It'’s a frightening thought,
isn'’t it?

Yes.

Well, I know what it'’s like

to be lost in something
that is insidious

- and intoxicating.
- Oh, Garret.

I never thought I'’d be able
to fully forgive you

after what you did under
the Prime Order'’s control.

But now I'’ve experienced
something similar myself,
I-- I feel--

You don'’t have
to say any more.

I understand.

Gwynn, I'’m--
I'’m with Talon now.

I know.

I just wanted a hug
from an old friend.

- I am happy for you and Talon.

There'’s no two people
I'’d rather see happy.

Forgive me, Your Majesty,

but Lord Tobin has returned
with his army.

They'’ve brought food
from Aegisford.

Tobin:
People of Gallwood Outpost,

though my beloved home
has been taken by the infected,

my army was able
to successfully raid
the Aegisford store houses,

securing a bulk
of their reserves for you.

Your days of starvation
are past.

May Gallwood Outpost forever
stand as a refuge of hope

against the outside world!

Why in the gods
did you and Wren think

it was a good idea to
take on Yavalla yourselves?

We found some long-extinct
Ficter'’s sap left behind on
the map from the meld box.

Turned out to rid one of
her followers at the Outpost of
his kinj without killing him,

so we thought it was a way
to stop Yavalla without
killing her.

Even if the chance was slim,

I couldn'’t begrudge
my Wren trying.

I gather it didn'’t work?

Unfortunately not.

It seems it only works
on her followers,

not Yavalla'’s original kinj.

Like Zed'’s kinj does.

Talon.

We have to go back for
Wren and Munt.

Wren and Munt are gone.

Only hope of saving them now
is burning Yavalla to an ash.

I'’m sorry,
are we forgetting something,
Mister Fire-happy? Huh?

How about the part
where I already made you
an incendiary device,

and then you just went off
and wasted it again?

Oh, yes. To save your life.
You'’re welcome.

Yes, and it was quite
an essential part of
your plan, wasn'’t it,

seeing as stabbing
a woman through the heart
has proven ineffectual?

What'’s your plan
of action now, huh?

- Can'’t you just make us
another one?

Make another one?
Make another incendiary device
out here?

Sure, sure.
What do you want me to do?

Just-- just pyrolize some
willow branches, do you?

Or make a clay pot? I know.
How about I just go and--

go and boil down some
of the salt from
the hot springs we passed?

Or how about
I just fractionate

some of this bat guano
that we'’re sitting in, huh?

Can you actually do that?

My genius even surprises me
sometimes.

It'’s really quite bloody simple,
isn'’t it?

All I have to do
is just grind it all up

to a two-three-fifteen
weight ratio

and then insert a fuse
made out of tree bark

and lace it with fruit sugar.

I don'’t understand why
you'’re so upset.

We risked life and limb and
more than a few close calls
with infected

to bring food
to your starving subjects.

Rosmund,
I did this for you.

For me?

Or for your and Falista'’s
own glory?

- What?
- You left with an army,

an army that
was pledged to me,

with no word
of an explanation.

Your return
was equally unannounced,

making me look like a desperate
and ignorant leader

fortunate enough to have
such bold and mighty allies

like the Baron and Baroness.

Clearly, Falista'’s
positioned you and herself

are the great saviors
of this Outpost.

Rosmund,
you'’re being paranoid.

I don'’t think I am.

Look, Tobin,
in the last few weeks,

you and I have both gone
to paradise and hell and back.

I don'’t know about you,
but it'’s left me with
no patience for games.

All I crave is plain speaking
and the actions to back it up,

though something tells me
I'’m lecturing the wrong half
of your Barony about this.

Please,
stop bringing Falista
into this.

I'’m not the one
that brought her into this.

Rosmund,
you want plain-speaking?
Here it is.

I love you.

I am loyal to you
and only you.

I want nothing more than
your happiness and safety.

In return for your provisions,
Lord Aegisford,

I'’d like to give you a gift.

Your wife should have
your mother'’s ring.

Please give it to her
with my thanks.

I trust you can see
yourself out.

There is a common enemy
out there.

Yavalla will enslave us all
and send us to an early grave

if we do not learn
how to stand together.

I need every able-bodied,
uninfected man we can get.

How did they bring Rosmund
back from death?

She'’s the woman
that you used to call Two.

Look at her.

Captive.
Just an ordinary woman.
She is not a god.

I shall keep an eye out
on this Two.

She may prove useful.

Thank you for seeing me,
Your Majesty.

Did you like the ring?

Ring?

Never mind.

I wanted to thank you
personally

for your efforts
on behalf of my people.

It'’s Lord Tobin
who deserves your thanks.

I was merely along
for the ride.

Well, I doubt that.

My adopted father once told me

that a good man
aspiring to be great

must choose his wife
carefully.

Lord Tobin'’s clearly
done that with you.

Well, I'’m glad you and I
both see Lord Tobin
the same way-- a good man.

Which is why the request
I'’ve come to make shouldn't be
too difficult for you.

Yes?

I understand
your Chief Advisor was killed

during the Prime Order attack
on the Outpost.

That'’s correct.
She was an uncommonly
shrewd woman.

My condolences.
And she hasn'’t yet
been replaced?

- No.
- Well...

I'’m sure both you and I agree
that Lord Tobin

would be the obvious choice
for the job.

- Baroness--
- Please, call me Falista.

I don'’t think
that'’s a good idea.

Appointing Lord Tobin
as Chief Advisor

or calling me
by my given name?

- Neither. Both.
- Why, Your Majesty?

He has proven himself
on the battlefield

and he has shown his loyalty
to you in countless ways.

- Do you not trust him?
- Oh, I trust him completely.

- Then what is it then?
- To be quite frank,
Baroness, it'’s you.

- Me?
- Why are you doing this
for him?

Is it not so you can have
more influence?

Strengthen your connection
to royalty?

Oh, are you not aware,
Your Majesty?

- I am royal myself.
- Oh?

My father'’s great-uncle's cousin
was Kelton the Green,

nephew to Rayner of Ostrib,

whose great-grandson
was Ranulf, your father.

So, you and I are cousins
in one way or another.

Fascinating.

I'’ve had it all documented
by the chronologists,
of course.

- Well, I'’m sure you do.
- It'’s not as if I go around

making a point of it
to everyone.

No, just those
you wish to threaten.

Not at all, Your Majesty.

I love Tobin.
I want him to be happy.

And he is happiest when
he has an important job to do.

Besides, I would have thought

you'’d have been above
such pettiness

and would choose the right man
for the job.

- Pettiness?
- Yes.

You can'’t handle the man
you still love

working long hours
in close quarters

knowing you can'’t have him.

Knowing he'’s married to me.

Honestly, I can'’t understand
why you would want that,

given we both know
which of us the man prefers.

- Ow! What was that?
- You all right?

- Well, what do you mean?
- The pain. That--
that was unbearable.

Thank you for the wine,
Your Majesty.

I do hope you give my request
the consideration it deserves.

There.

Finished.

So we'’re going to burn Yavalla
to death with a pumpkin?

Will it work as well
as the others?

Can'’t guarantee that,
can I, Zed?

One has a laboratory full
of carefully curated tools
and supplies for a reason.

However,
being the Janzo that I am,

yes, it should supply
no shortage of flame
and heat for us.

Good work, Janzo.

You'’re welcome?

Garret:
In addition to screening
the new arrivals,

we'’re also inspecting
the residents.

And since Janzo discovered
Yavalla'’s use of livestock,

we'’re inspecting
the animals as well.

We'’re taking measures to control
the rodent population,

and we even have a team
watching for birds.

That'’s very good.

I suspect the longer the Outpost
remains free of the United,

the more of a target
it'’ll become.

Pray that Zed and Talon
are successful on their mission.

You sound doubtful.

Well, Yavalla grows stronger
with every mind that'’s
added to hers.

By now she could be
truly unstoppable.

I didn'’t mean to make you
worry for Talon.

No, no. If anyone can
stop the unstoppable,
it'’s-- it's Talon.

I just-- I just wish
I was out there with her,
that'’s all.

Well, she'’ll find a way.
She always does.

- Yeah.
- And for now it'’s useful
having you here.

Rosmund:
Get off of me!

Rosmund,
back from the dead.

Back from the dead.

You cannot escape
your destiny.

You will rejoin me
before long.

I should never have
let you get that close
to the uninspected.

Are you sure
you'’re all right?

Yes.
Thanks to your quick action.

It sickens me,
having to kill them every time.

They'’re innocent.

Garret, I need to appoint
a new Chief Advisor.

What do you think
of Tobin for the job?

He'’s loyal,
a natural leader.

I think he'’s
an excellent choice.

Yes, he is.

But he'’s also
your former betrothed.

I don'’t want my personal
feelings getting in the way

of any important decisions
in either direction.

Sometimes what'’s
best for you personally

is what'’s best for the Realm.

Good night, my daughter.

Now'’s our chance.

Stay here.

We'’ll get you
when it'’s safe.

Talon, Zed, I missed you.

Welcome back.

Ugh. Your need for conflict
appears endless.

When will you stop fighting,

embrace the peace
we are all meant for?

The peace you offer
is death.

So we brought you
some peace of our own.

Oh, Zed.

Have you not learned?

Your weapons
are ineffective on me.

We'’ll see about that.

Enjoy paradise, Priestess.

It looks like they'’ve lost
their connection to her.

- Cut off her head!
- I can'’t see her head.

Aim it high!

- You think it worked?
- It had to.

You came back?

Yes.

I'’m ready to join you
in the United.

No, you'’re not.
You still think I need saving.

What do you mean?

Is that the syringe
of Ficter'’s sap
in you hand or not?

You mean too much to me, Wren.

- How can I not want
to save you?
- Save me from what, Janzo?

Enlightenment?

I want to be with you,
but you must join me here.

Then if that'’s the only way
to be with you, I'’ll do it.

Really?

Really.

I'’m so happy
you'’re choosing this, Janzo.

- Hmm.
- You won'’t regret it.

Janzo?

- Janzo?
- The syringe you destroyed

was the empty one
that you used on Yavalla.

I just filled it back up with
mashed berries and pine sap.

- Janzo?
- Wren?

Oh.

- You'’re you again?
- Mm-hmm.

Mm, mm.

We'’ve got to go.

Munt?
Munt, I had to choose Wren.

I promise we'’ll save you.

- Did it work?
- I think so.

- Is she--
- The Ficter'’s sap worked.

Gods above.

You cannot kill a god.

They refuse to unite with us
in paradise.

Kill them all.

Defend our Unity.

Kill the deniers.

Here we go.

Talon: Munt.

- Don'’t make me kill you.
- Munt!

This way! This way!
There'’s a back way out!

Come on.

Munt.

I'’m sorry, brother.

I'’ll keep to my word,
I promise!

Rosmund:
It'’s in times like these when
even the smallest of measures

can mean the difference between
salvation and extinction.

It'’s more important than ever
that as your queen,

I have a trusted advisor
by my side.

A bold military leader
in his own right,

selfless and loyal,

I am confident
that he will lead us

from the mere salvation
of survival

to a bastion of strength
and defiance

against the forces
that threaten our world.

I present to you
my new Chief Advisor...

Captain Garret Spears.

Falista: I'’m sorry, Tobin.
You'’re ten times the man he is.

Who is Spears anyway?
No lineage, no title.

Seems being Rosmund'’s
childhood sweetheart was
his top qualification.

Spears is more than qualified.

- He'’s a good man.
- And you'’re an even better one.

- You deserved that position.
- Rosmund owes me nothing.

I serve at her command.

Maybe if you talk
to Spears himself--

Enough!

Stop fixing this!
Stop handling me!

I took this sort of
manipulation from Gertrusha

from when I was a kid
to I'’d long past outgrown it.

And then I had
that Blackblood,

that witch, in my head

controlling my every move.

Falista, I'’m not sure
how much more I can take.

I'’m sorry.

I wasn'’t trying
to be controlling.

I just-- I just want
what'’s best for you.

I know.

And I'’m sorry I shouted.

But if I'’m to make my mark
in this world,

it can'’t be by your hand,
Falista.

It has to be on my own terms.

The traitors have severed
my daughter from our Unity.

They have stolen her away.

They have tried once more
to kill your god.

As you have seen,

I cannot die.

Gallwood Outpost is now
the greatest threat to peace
in our world.

We must prepare to show them

the power of the United.

All:

Yavalla, praised be she.