Mythica: The Necromancer

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Which one?

That one.

Follow me, hurry.

Go!

- I think he went over here. This way.

- Right behind you.

- Faster.

- Get him!

Out of the way!

Halt!

Did you see him?

I see him.

Come on.

We have to follow him.

- There he is. There he is.

- Come on.

Marek.

Your mind must be as sharp and focused,

as the point of that arrow.

Whenever distracted by fear and desire,

It pierces all things.

- Turned inward, it pierces you.

- Pierces me?

What does that even mean?

Focus.

Focus!

How can I focus when you're teaching

in proverbs and talking in circles?

You're holding back.

You have faced certain death, before

and defeated it with your wit and courage.

The next time you drain the life of someone,

it will be hard for you

to recover yourself.

Three years ago,

I had a team.

We called ourselves the Redthornes.

And we were good.

The best there was.

Good enough to gain the favor of the gods.

- And?

- And...

We were rich.

And powerful.

The envy of the realm.

You were a hero.

What happened?

We stopped Szorlok

from reuniting the Darkspore.

And sacrificed a dear friend.

There was no other way.

The others never forgave me,

so that was the end

of the Red Thornes.

Heroes do, what others can't.

Not because they want to,

not for themselves or their friends.

They choose the unwanted path,

the darkest roads.

Can you do that?

Yes, I think so.

Good.

For you.

Thank you.

Don't thank me.

Tomorrow you'll be cursing the day

you ever met, Gojun Pye.

Now...

Focus!

Possession... Sensations...

Friends, even enemies. You must cut

all attachments and be free of them.

Clear?

When you said, you weren't gonna hold back,

I didn't think you meant it so literally.

The more I make you fight me here,

the less energy you'll have

to fight me... here.

What is it?

What is it?

It's a feeling.

It's gone, now.

We've done enough for today.

I'll be here before sunrise,

we'll start again.

Before sunrise!

Gentlemen, some music, please.

Hammerhead!

Another round of drinks

for the huis!

From the Redthornes!

- Thank you, Rethornes!

- We're the Rethornes!

- We're the Rethornes?

- Yes.

- I like it.

- No, no, no. Red is not really my color.

Two against one, Dagen.

We're the Rethornes.

We're the Rethornes!

Teela?

Teela!

Teela.

What kept you?

This and that.

I am glad to see you, Thane.

Glad to see me?

What about...

The face you most longed to see,

Is mine?

Heavens, I am famished.

I must get something to eat.

Yes.

Yes!

No. No, no, no.

Don't think so, keep dancing.

- I have to go.

- Nee, one more dance.

Nee.

I told Gojun Pye I'd see him tonight.

You promised that grey old hermit,

that you would rather see him,

than stay with this?

Come now, Dagen.

I'm sure there's some

old mistress of yours

that you can seduce

into giving you a discount.

Discount, just got married.

Wait. Wait. wait.

Horseshit aside.

Lets go someplace, huh?

Let get out of here.

You and me. Lets take a walk.

Just the two of us.

I... No, I have...

I have to go.

The Red Thornes!

Another pint.

You must be out of your senses

if you don't quit.

Lest say, I'll do that.

I should go.

I have prayers to make at nightfall.

For goddess prayers?

Is there no end to your piety?

Surely, the goddess needs a night off

from your prayers as desperately as I do?

Please, take your hands of me.

What did you think was going to happen?

She's unobtainable.

You can look but don't touch.

- Let's quit it.

- No I will not quit it, it's pathetic.

Quite frankly, you're ruining

our victory smell.

It smells limp.

And unmanly.

It smells like sagged balls.

- Alright.

- I'm done.

I see you back at the cave.

Goddess of Light,

hear my prayer.

I'm at a crossroad.

It's only me.

I havent finished my prayers.

This won't take long.

I just wanted to tell you,

- I was a good soldier.

- What?

I never fell asleep on a night-watch.

I spoiled field rations, without complaint.

Up every morning,

before the cock crowed.

I know what it means,

to make an oath.

I know what it means,

to break one.

- Thane...

- I just wanna tell you,

I respect your vow.

You wont have to push me away, anymore.

From now on, I'm your brother-at-arms.

Nothing more.

Right.

That's about the reaction I expected.

Good night.

Thane!

Good timing. Let's close the portal,

before more of them come through.

Close the portal.

- How do I close it?

- By hands-on magic!

- What do I use for inversion?

- Anything!

Not good.

In about three seconds,

I'm gonna faint due to loss of blood.

I can't fight them all alone.

No... You'll have to buy me ten seconds,

give or take.

Wow.

- You have to teach me that one.

- Oh, yeah, sure.

As soon as I find enough cursed black prolog.

But right now,

really...

we need to... cauterize...

my wound, before...

Sorry.

Gods.

I'm not sure you had to burn

my hole side up.

Sorry, I panicked.

Just be glad you fainted,

before I started the burning.

I'm not complaining.

And now I'm here, aren't I?

Where exactly am I?

We're near my teams hide-out.

What happened up there?

The portal.

Those... creatures?

Last night, I was...

struck with a vision...

of Szorlok,

stepping off a boat onto dry land.

So, last night I went to see for myself.

It was a trap and I...

I walked right into it.

Hundreds of his minions

where waiting for me.

So, I...

had to use the portal as a...

last resort to escape,

but they followed me here.

Well... You know the rest of the story.

Szorlok has...

two pieces of the Darkspore, now.

So, he has begun to work

on reanimating the dead.

If he unites all four pieces,

his undead legions will spring

right out every other hollow grave and...

he would be unstoppable.

You never told me the whole story,

how you stopped Szorlok in the first place.

It was twenty-one years ago,

Szorlok was digging deep

into the hidden magics.

At the time the invaders

were at our doorstep.

Toxicated with his new source of power,

he sought to expand it further

with the Darkspore.

Uniting it, he would become

the Lich King.

Master over...

death itself.

Fortunately, I turned against him,

before he finished the deed.

- Szorlok!

- We stopped Szorlok.

- No!

- Eventhough it caused our king in the war.

What now?

Szorlok will need the last two pieces

of the Darkspore.

And then he will would necromancers.

He needs you.

Well, he can't have me.

That's right.

And you are gonna do

whatever I tell you, now.

Agreed?

You stay here and do nothing.

What?

- Do nothing. And you stay here.

- Well, you can't just expect me to...

Thanks.

Szorlok is looking for you,

but he must not find you.

Not until, you're ready to face him.

To risk meeting him now,

is to risk the faith of the world.

Do you understand that?

- So, you want me to just hide?

- Yes.

Where're you going?

You stay in your hideout

and when I return,

and if, you are still here,

I will teach you any spell you want.

Agreed?

Stay here.

Ana-Sett.

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