Fire And Ice Page #2

- I need nothing!

Nekron?

Nekron, you're a great power in the world.

You have all that any man ever wants

or needed.

And yet you despair.

For there is one thing you lack.

One gift that only you can bestow

between our people.

Peace.

This is the gift that heals the heart

of the giver.

Nekron, I extend my hand in friendship.

I offer peace between our people.

Will you not take my hand?

Will you not call me friend?

Woman...

I spit on peace.

I spit on you.

Next time you present me

with one of your little sluts, Mother dear...

I'll squash you like a bug.

Get that garbage out of here.

Don't look up.

We are riders of Fire Keep.

We pay no heed to such trash.

We have come, Lord Nekron,

to negotiate between our two peoples.

And the return to Fire Keep

of my sister, Teegra...

whom your warriors basely kidnapped.

My father, King Jarol, has empowered me...

to offer a peace between our kingdoms...

in exchange for his continued sovereignty...

and my sister's freedom.

It seems to me that my envoys made

a similar offer not long since...

and that it was spurned

by your illustrious sire.

You know full well, Nekron,

that offer was made...

before your minions kidnapped my sister.

I fear, Good Prince,

I cannot offer peace to a people...

who have refused to proclaim me

their rightful overlord.

As to your sister...

I must admit that until this moment...

the idea of mating with her

filled me with loathing.

Perhaps I should reconsider.

Your sister, after all,

is not wholly unattractive.

As lesser beasts go.

Pig you are.

And like a pig shall you die.

No!

No, I don't think so.

You interest me.

Guards!

Bring him to me.

Release him.

- Why have you come seeking me?

- You killed my people.

We've had to dispose of

so many undesirables of late.

Let him rest. There is still fight in him.

Larn.

Teegra, is that you?

- Teegra, are you all right?

- Yes. I'm trying to unlock the door.

Never mind the door,

you've to get out of here.

I'm not leaving without you.

Maybe I can get a key somehow.

No, Teegra, don't.

Is he certain?

- It was my son you saw?

- They called him Prince Taro.

He died.

- What about Teegra?

- He's got her, too.

Maybe she's still alive.

It's a chance.

Believe what you want,

but that glacier is a fact.

For three days and nights

it's been pushing south.

A thousand souls lost

because of Nekron's rage.

Fire Keep is next. We must attack.

I need the Dragonhawks.

- The Dragonhawks are too few.

- Enough to get in with.

One us might get through and destroy him.

But if that glacier passes beyond the river,

I will have no choice.

I will have to release the lava.

Teegra.

Larn.

Nekron!

Die! Die! Why don't you die?

No, Larn! No, it's over, don't you see?

We have to start over.

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