Jade Warrior

The northern tales of Kalevala.

Tale of a smith...

...who built a source of happiness.

A machine called the Sampo.

The oldest legends of China.

Tale of the last son of the Nocktress.

A demon that seized

a machine called the Sampo.

Between the ancient Chinese

and Finnish tales lies a link.

This link was left out of

the writings of the Kalevala.

The son of the smith.

The grave in East-Karelia where we

found him dates to the Bronze Age.

An artifact buried with him

shows a level of metal craftsmanship...

...unknown in human history.

One might suspect it was left behind

by extra-terrestrial intelligence...

...a time-capsule of some sort.

...but the writing on it was Chinese,

from before the first known dynasties.

The writing states that the chest

belonged to the son of the smith...

...but he could only open it in

a moment of his greatest despair.

Only when all hope is lost.

There.

It's ruined.

Kai, this is not the beginning.

This is the end.

East Karelia - Finland 2000 B.C.

Back away.

Don't touch that animal.

I only wounded it.

We'll let it live.

My love...

Let's stay here.

And I will guard the chest with you...

...forever.

JADE WARRIOR:

In the Kalevala,

the mother of young Lemminkinen...

...collects her son's bones

from the black River of Death...

...and tries to make them come

back to life and tell their story.

We are now facing a similar task.

But the voice we give to the past,

we must listen to it carefully.

It's a Chinese chung. A cart bell.

- Have you been here long?

- Eight years.

How come I haven't noticed this

place before?

Olavi Berg.

Kalevala researcher.

Sangfu is a Tibetan word.

The Mongols pronounced it Sampo.

According to legend it was built as

a proposal gift, but finally it broke.

Pieces of it are everywhere.

- It's a good name for an antique shop.

- Actually it scares the customers away.

Maria is my colleague.

Lady of Iron.

I found them in my attic.

They were my boyfriend's.

Kai would have loved this place.

That's Kai's hair and nails.

Organic powder.

Smiths use it for tempering.

Carbon keeps iron from rusting.

You're a smith's bride?

You can have those, I'm leaving town.

Fear, Pain, Madness, Ugliness...

...Lust, Hate, Greed and Blindness.

We know the eight sons

of the Nocktress by name.

The last son of the Nocktress

has no name.

It is said that the Nameless One

wants to bring hell on earth.

The son of the smith was promised

a release from incarnation...

...if he succeeded in killing

the last son of the Nocktress.

The storytellers have assumed that

the son of the smith slew the demon...

...and was released from

earthly joys and sorrows...

...forever.

Hello.

Howdy.

- Those are mine.

- That's why I propose a deal.

I will give you these

in return for your hair and nails.

Come again?

- She's beautiful.

- Who?

Your girlfriend.

Tall and slender.

She reminds me of a woman

I once had a crush on.

- How is Ronja doing?

- Said she was about to leave town.

- Where to?

- Where do people usually move to?

I don't know. Away.

- Are you a smith?

- Yes.

- That's quite rare.

- Yes.

- Did you learn it from your father?

- No, my father ran a gas station.

- Interesting.

- No, it wasn't.

What do you know about the Sampo?

The Sampo from the Kalevala?

It was a mythological horn of plenty

forged by Seppo the Smith.

It was destroyed.

Only pieces were left in the world.

Kai, I'm sorry.

I'm leaving you.

- I must go. I have work to do.

- Sit please and let's chat.

- I must go now.

- But it's unfinished.

Let's shave it all off with a machine.

No, it's really nice. Thank you.

Wait, my dear friend...

(Vasopressin hormone in brain =

sense of belonging together)

Son of the smith...

Sintai...

Did you come to shave my legs?

Kai, it's possible that the Sampo

isn't just a myth...

...but a real historical machine...

...with the purpose of producing

happiness and welfare for people...

...out of nothing.

The man who made this chest

claims to have also forged the Sampo.

- It reacts to you.

- What's inside it?

Unlimited wealth and energy, maybe?

It dates back before the first dynasty.

According to its writings, its contents

will help the one who opens it.

But it can only be opened by

the son of the smith.

And only then when all hope is lost.

I have devoted my whole life to this.

Whatever's inside it,

I have nothing to lose.

Sintai.

Sintai Seng-Pu.

Son of the smith. I've found you.

- Master, you should be resting.

- I can't sleep, my friend.

- Are you afraid?

- No.

- Do you know that place?

- It's my village.

Do you miss it?

Everyone I loved there died years ago.

When I left for the Holy Mountain

of Anshun to become a monk...

...I swore never to return.

Cho, in a few days I will meet my

destiny at the swamps of Barun Urta.

The Demon awaits me.

I may not survive.

You aren't just my armor-bearer,

you're my friend.

That is why I dare to ask this of you.

Let me visit your home village.

They'd never let you go,

you know that!

The temple is unguarded because

all the monks are here...

...to protect you, and your purity.

I've never shown you this.

My only inheritance, my only memory.

My father told me to open this

only when all hope is lost.

But...

- Master.

- Let me live one happy day...

...one ordinary night.

Like an ordinary man.

The army marches slowly.

I will catch up before

you reach the swamps.

Silence!

We need to send an expedition

into the swamps.

No.

At the dawn of time...

...the Nocktress,

the Eldest of Hell's daughters...

...lay down to rest

in the middle of the road.

The Nocktress thrust nine eggs

from her womb...

out of which eight sons

were born into this world:

Fear, Pain, Madness, Ugliness...

...Lust, Hate, Greed and Blindness.

But the last of the eggs

remained unhatched.

It waited for its time to come.

Waited for the man from the prophecy.

It waited for...

The smith.

And for the machine that would help it

bring hell to this earth.

Old wives' tales.

The smith has a son.

He will rise against

the last son of the Nocktress.

Will he defeat the demon?

That the prophecy doesn't tell.

So being, I ask your permission

to fulfill the prophecy.

Stranger, you have no right

to speak here!

Let me live one day like an ordinary

man, then I will ride to the swamps.

So that you won't have to.

You're a Mongol spy.

I have the knowledge and skills

of two nations.

And a sword with which I shall brand

the Nameless One with its true name.

That name is Death.

You have a sword?

I suggest that you use it...

...or leave.

You have been born again.

Please speak Finnish.

You have been born again,

Master Sintai Seng-Pu.

You don't believe me?

The chest got me safely to this time.

What a pity this person

couldn't take it.

He is dead.

Please Master.

Attack.

Very well then.

Defend yourself.

This body is so weak.

Like you are just a fragile echo

of what you ought to be.

Like the best part of you

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