Tag: Death
TRANSCRIPT:
IPOLA: Thanks. He talked … too much.
GORSHASH: No, I will not have your thanks. I will have nothing from you.
IPOLA: So - are we going a few rounds, then... you and me?
GORSHASH: No. Clothe yourself. Take your weapons. I will arrange for a mount and that you may leave this sacred place. If you take care you may find your way home past our sentries and patrols.
IPOLA: Okay. Care to tell me why?
GORSHASH: You already know, I think.
IPOLA: Humor me for a moment.
GORSHASH: Because I wish for Kor Lachnis’ words to be a lie. I will make it so that Urtts owe nothing to him - or to you. We will owe nothing to your kind. We will be the makers of ourselves, and we will be the ones to defeat and destroy you - even as you swore you would do to the Urtt those years ago. Eroghen shall die, its memory forgotten. And, in time, Urtts will make our own slaves, even the degraded eshtakks will be wiped out - and you will be as if you had never been.
KOR LACHNIS: <Now, woman, trapped as thou surely art now, must thou yield! >
IPOLA: <You’re a slow learner, aren’t you? Unlike you, I don’t fear death, and I will never surrender to you. You will have to kill me. > <And you’d better do it quickly before I have a chance to recover.>
KOR LACHNIS: (admiringly) <See now, Owner Gorshash, the steel in the soul of an Erogenian? Of such are all true Erogenians made. And when thou look’st in thy heart and findest strength, it is of this stamp, and cometh from Eroghen. All dost thou owe unto Shuach and to thy makers, my people. Shuach granted us this power - and these will never bow to thee, but only to Him through m --! >
While he was monologuing Gorshash was behind him and plunged a blade into his heart.
KOR LACHNIS: (Blood bubbling from his mouth) Hah hhh … hahahaha! Oh, my … my son. That … is … perfect …
Kor Lachnis dies.
TRANSCRIPT:
Blood is pouring from Eshtakk’s mouth, he is gurgling and can’t speak, he begins to crumple to the ground, and as he does, Ipola expertly snags the key ring at his belt with her great toe and tosses it to her manacled hand.
She begins unlocking her chains.
IPOLA (NARR): Poor dumb bastard. I did try. I even said “please …”
TRANSCRIPT:
Riderless, the dragon flies off.
Ipola surveys her dead enemies, and her dead friend.
IPOLA: Hrraarch ... Oh, Luna, how can I ever balance this?
KOR LACHNIS: Thuu-duthracani!
IPOLA: AAGH!
A sudden magick bolt takes Ipola from behind - she is down.
KOR LACHNIS: <Marvelous. So unexpected ... And so completely marvelous! Take her back to the temple. >
Transcript:
ZONA: So … Benelek, Tragan, Musta …
PANEL 2 (Yatta-Ta throwing his hat in the fire)
RANNIK: And Sheahla. That’s just today.
ZONA: Gods.
PANEL 3 CU on Zona
ZONA: How many left?
RANNIK: Twenty five, Highness.
ZONA: I … If I’d been there …
PANEL 4
CU on Rannik
RANNIK: Don’t. You had good reason to do what you did. And you succeeded. So did we, frankly. We fought well, we fought hard. We got everything we were sent to get and more. Our little band weren’t sent here to win the war, Zona. We were here to be a bug up the ass of the Urtts, and to get the information that your mother needs to make preparations to win the war. All of us knew what we were in for. All of us - including you - were willing to die if we had to.
PANEL 5
On ZONA
ZONA: I know. I know, I just wish …
PANEL 6
ON PONTAGAR
PONTAGAR: Wishes don’t win battles, princess.
"Dig my grave"
Dig my grave
Mentl plows a hole in the ground sufficient for the corpses - all while keeping the dirt suspended above it
GUNTIG: Well, that’s ...
TULA: Impressive?
YATTA: By Thrasu’s sacred blood, Zona! You return to us!
MENTL: Hey, Chuckles.
YATTA: Hah-hah! And Mentl, my old friend! (big hug) What a joy to see you!
TULA: (approaches) Yatta-ta …
YATTA: Your Highness! What an unexpected honor …
TULA: (seriously) Yatta-ta.
YATTA: What?
TULA: Sheahla.
YATTA: What -- I mean, we were … separated in the ...
TULA: I’m sorry. She was already gone when I got to her …
YATTA: Ohhh … ohh ...
