Mythica: The Iron Crown

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- He's on the move,

everything's coming to a head now.

- I've sent a team.

- A team?

You mean that fledgling

magician and her mangy crew?

Did you know they're calling

themselves the Redthorns?

- Just like old times.

- The Darkspore wants to be whole,

and all the heroes put together,

the living and the dead ones,

couldnt keep it apart now.

- I have faith in Marek.

- You had faith in Szorlok once too.

What makes her any different?

Even if you had the

final piece, what then?

You haven't got any

plan what to do with it.

- I'll give it to the

gods, they can protect it.

- The gods.

How long before they toss that trinket?

Find a way to destroy

it, or you got nothing.

Until then, youre just buying time.

- I had a vision.

I saw Szorlok and his undead armies,

marching death across the

land, from East to West,

until the last living

cities ran into the sea.

I also saw a dwarf,

without a face, wearing an iron crown.

- What else did you see?

You know my mind.

I'm after that crown.

You help me get it, and Ill help you find

the Hammer of Tek.

The one weapon that could

destroy the Darkspore,

once and for all.

- The Happer of Tek is

gone, no one knows where.

And no mortal can wield it.

- Well, with the Iron Crown

of the Dwarves, I could.

- Szorlok has the Iron Crown.

- That he does.

- You'd trade anything for

that crown, wouldn't you?

But not to find the Hammer,

or fight against Szorlok.

Your plan is to unite the dwarves again

and rule as their king.

- You've had your chance.

Your team gave three

pieces to Szorlok already.

I'll do what pleases me, just as you have.

I've already taken steps.

- As have I.

- Cunning as a snake.

- Going into the woods.

- Caia-bekk, you're up.

Let's have a look.

- Water, you wench!

I'm so thirsty I could drink sand!

- Oh, I'm brewing a batch of my finest,

when it's ready you can have all you like.

- You dare to touch me!

My father is surely

sending heroes after me,

and he will have you flogged to death!

I can't wait to see you

bleed out in the square!

I'll spit on your corpse, you bastard.

- What a lovely creature you are.

Don't worry, soon enough,

I'll tame you just like my other girls.

- Don't you dare compare

me to those witless whores!

- Charming.

- If you want to live, drop your weapons

and get away from the wagon.

- It's an ambush.

Keep her alive, kill the others.

- Grab her boys.

- Ahh!

- Bah, kill them all!

- Get her, get her!

- Ahh!

- Amateurs.

- Do you care to wager?

- 20 if they even get inside.

Another 20 if they get the shard.

- I'll take it.

- That's the problem with

crossbows, gentlemen.

Slow reload time.

- Driver, run her down.

- Oh fyke!

- I'm gonna kill you, you bastard!

- Come on, Thane, keep up.

No, no, hey this is your stop, eh.

Come on Thane, come on.

Come on boy.

No!

- Amateurs.

- You might as well pay up now.

They're going to blow it.

- Welcome back.

- Keep up!

- What is it Thane?

- I have.

- Can you go help Marek up front?

You're no use to me back here.

- I have keys!

- Oh, why didn't you say so?

- That's enough from you.

Stay down.

- I'll take these, thank you.

- Right.

- Move.

He's almost in.

- Still got it.

- They're inside, pay up.

- Oh yes, you, you do know how to travel.

- Yes.

Have a set.

- I shall.

- Something to drink?

- Please.

- Ah.

- Give me the Darkspore.

- When you're dying,

and you're bleeding out

wishing you'd done things differently,

I want you to remember this moment,

when I gave you one last

chance to walk away.

- Hold on, hold on.

We're not here to kill you,

we just want the Darkspore.

- Yes, we will kill you,

unless you give us what we want.

- Yeah, like the lady says.

- Hm, you've mistakenly robbed

The infamous Admiral Borlund Hess.

This is my wagon, my women, my Darkspore,

and you squandered your one

last opportunity to walk away.

- Yes, we know, you're smart, powerful,

we're going to regret it,

but this is our wagon now,

and it's time for you to leave.

- Okay.

I'm gonna give you a choice.

We can fight this to the death,

or we can stop the wagon,

and I can walk out with

my last shreds of dignity.

Either way, I'm not stepping off

my own fyking war wagon at full speed.

- I'm good with the second option.

- Thane!

- At least the weather's nice.

Good day for a walk.

- I shouldn't have touched it.

- Nonsense, you were brilliant

sweetheart, we got it.

- It's not over yet.

- Your necromancer's touch

awakened the final piece.

I must thank you.

Without your aid, I may

never have found it.

To show you my gratitude,

I'll give you another chance.

Join me, and your friends may live.

You think you can defeat me?

Even with three pieces, I

command the denizens of the pit.

I call you forth from the grave,

assassins of old, Multu-gahnuken!

You once served the Lich King Vekru Nom,

and now you serve me.

The last piece.

I can sense its power.

Power over death.

Immortality is mine at last.

Bring me the Darkspore!

- Marek, take the Darkspore

where the Gods can protect it.

- She's not taking it anywhere.

All of you together are

still no match for me.

- Marek, I believe in you.

- No!

- Gojun, no!

- Obey me.

I am Marek, a true born necromancer.

Szorlok is gone, you are mine to command.

- Marek.

You have no authority.

The Darkspore speaks, and

it does not call you master.

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