Mythica: The Iron Crown Page #2

Don't just sit there!

Untie me, you half-breed.

Disgusting, pointed devil ears.

You, peasant wench, go

get me something to drink

before my mouth turns to dust.

- Pardon me?

- Oh, fyke, get out of my

way, I'll do it myself.

What does that depraved ogres have

for a lady to drink around here?

- I think, that maybe we

got off on the wrong foot.

Let's start over, I'm Dagen, and you must.

- Don't you dare touch me,

you are lower than a dog.

- I could use a drink myself.

- Ha, that black crystal

really gave it a nasty kick.

- Black crystal, Dagen!

- You impudent peasant!

I will see to it that you.

- I didn't swallow, I didn't swallow,

I didn't swallow, I didn't swallow!

- What's happened to her?

- She's brain-dead, like the others.

- Yes, well in her case,

it's quite an improvement, isn't it?

Uh, Marek, Marek, it's,

she's looking at me.

Marek?

No, no

- It's the Darkspore, she's drawn to it.

She likes you.

- Of course, I mean females of all races,

and states of mind, are drawn to.

I mean she's not immune to all of this.

- It's adorable.

- What's taking so long?

Marek kill her too?

- Um, no, no, she's still alive.

Sort of, I think.

- Sorry.

I'm not much of a healer.

Not like Teela.

- No one will ever be like Teela.

Even as you took her

life, she healed your leg.

- I'm here.

Thane, it's me.

- What was that?

- What was what?

- You.

Are you alright?

- Go South

to the Temple of the Owl.

You will find me there.

- How did you do that?

- What?

- It's not funny.

- What are you talking about?

- Go South, to the Temple o the Owl.

- What are you saying?

- You said it with Teela's voice.

- Thane, stop, you're scaring me.

- What exactly did you do to her?

- I channeled her life force.

It consumed here entirely.

- She's there.

Somehow she's inside of you.

She spoke to me.

- Thane, she's gone.

Don't do this to yourself.

- You did this to me!

You took her from me!

The Temple of the Owl, what is it?

- It's a place.

- Tell me!

- I read about it once.

A Temple of a Silver Owl.

In Gojun's library.

It's a holy site, a mythical place

between this world and

the Realm of the Gods.

A place where the gods can watch over it.

- Is it to the South?

- But it's just a myth,

it's not a real place.

- Is it to the South?!

- Beyond the White Waste, yes.

- That's where we're going.

- Thane, I,

I think that maybe.

- That's where Gojun

Pye meant for us to go.

Now Teela is guiding us there.

- Thane, I must have

just thought it out loud

- If there's a chance,

she's there.

That she's alive somehow.

There's nothing that will

keep me from reaching her.

Nothing.

- Gojun where are you?

- What is this place?

- We are banished to a

dimension of shadow and ash.

Where nothing has ever lived.

Nothing for you to feed on.

- You fool!

What have you done?

- You have no power here, necromancer.

- So this is your plan?

How long do you think

you can keep me here?

- I was planning on forever.

Though I'm not sure time

has any meaning in this particular realm.

- Clever,

so, what now?

- Well I thought maybe

we could sit and chat.

Reminisce about days gone by.

- Or I could just kill you.

- That depends how good

your channeling magic is.

Do you even carry components?

- Gojun, how soon you forget.

I am a master of all magics!

- Help me, please! Help!

I can't move.

I'm having trouble breathing.

- It's alright, it's alright.

I'm here to help you.

- Oh thank you.

I knew someone would come.

- Something's not right.

- You're my only hope.

Please.

- Degan, wait!

- Hey, it's alright.

It's alright.

- Thank you Degan.

You're truly my hero.

- I'm your hero.

- Degan!

- I'm her hero.

- You idiot!

Thane!

- Oh!

- Give us back the Darkspore,

and we'll let you live.

Never mind, I'd rather kill you.

- Wait!

- Rezzik?

- You know him?

- No.

- Two blades are no match

for shield and sword.

- Shields are for cowards who

need something to hide behind.

- They're for men in retreat!

- To kill a tortoise, you must simply find

his soft spot.

- Hey, listen, listen.

Not to start pointing fingers,

but she really is entirely to blame.

Wouldn't take no for an answer.

She's not even my type,

she's all skin and bones.

- Shut up, thief!

- Oh!

Listen, listen, if this is about

that silver horn I borrowed

I was going to give it back.

Not that!

Marek, switch!

- Your lover and I have

a powerful connection.

My charm has never worked so quickly.

- He's not my lover!

How's that for connection?

- Marek!

That was a dirty, dirty

trick to play, love.

- Why do you want the Darkspore?

- Your team has failed enough.

- My team is sent by Gojun Pye.

We have to stop Szorlok.

- Hammerhead told me you'd say that.

- Hammerhead?

- How many times are you

going to give another piece

to Szorlok before you bow out?

Just walk away, we'll take it from here.

- Not unless you can tell me

why Hammerhead wants the Darkspore.

- And you'll walk away?

- If it's a good reason.

- All right.

I'll tell you what I know.

He was drunk, I overheard

him muttering to himself,

something about an Iron Crown.

- That's it?

It's not much to go on.

I need to know his real intensions.

- Diplomacy's not my best attribute.

- Men are fools.

- I'm only half man.

And half elf.

A thief, by trade, or

didn't Rezzik tell you?

Very sticky fingers.

I have the Darkspore, let's move!

- Rezzik!

- Horses!

- Hurry up.

- Why didn't you do that?

- See, all fixed.

No harm done.

- There would have been nothing to fix,

if you could only keep your

animal urges under control.

- Animal urges?

- Never mind, drive.

- Managed to snag this, from her bosoms.

- Her bosom?

How did you manage?

- Well.

- Never mind, I don't,

I don't want to know.

White Dragon eggshells.

This is worth a fortune!

- Like I said, no harm done.

- You were saying?

- Uh.

- Anybody with range wanna get back here?

- Surrender! It's over!

- Are you gonna

shoot back at them?

- I'm out of batwing resin!

- What?

- On my staff!

- You're finished!

- Get up, get up!

- Is that all you've got?

- We're gonna spill your guts out!

- Woo-hoo!

- Ugh!

- What now?

- We take the long way around.

This isn't nearly over.

- Why do we hve so many enemies?

- Dagen, tell us about the ax men.

- The ax men is Rezzik,

a notorious mercenary.

- He mentioned a woman?

- Yes he did.

Well, she's nobody.

I mean she's not nobody,

she's wealthy daughter of a nobleman.

High society, very well endowed.

With gold, and nothing else.

Well you can't blame the girl

for taking a liking to me

over that barbarian.

He doesn't even bathe properly.

Sorry, she has good taste.

Ah, you're not blaming this on me?

- No, of course not,

you self obsessed libertine.

They're after the Darkspore.

- Oh.

Ah!

- And that is for

falling all over yourself

to rescue that magician

- Why do they want the Darkspore?

- They're working for Hammerhad.

- Well that's perfect.

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