Beastmaster 2: Through the Portal of Time

The man named Dar has been found guilty

of complicity with the rebels

to overthrow the holy power of Lord Arklon.

The accused has also exhibited knowledge of witchcraft

in his ability to control the beasts of the field.

The sentence...

is death.

So this is the Beastmaster.

The one who defeated our high priest Maox

and now challenges my authority.

Did you actually believe that you and your flock of peasants

could over throw my kindgom?

Did you?

Now... where are these rebels?

Speak!

No?

Then die.

In the name of Lord Arklon,

I hereby condemn you to eternal damnation.

May the vultures feast upon his flesh.

Aah!

Seize him!

Death to all if he escapes!

Ha ha ha ha!

Master of the beast.

Ha ha!

The vultures shall have their feast after all.

Perhaps you're right.

Come on, my friends.

Let us depart...

before somebody really gets hurt.

I don't like it.

Bring the witch.

The leader wishes to speak with you, Witch.

Move it!

Witch, speak.

Where is Arklon's army?

Lord Arklon rests in the Foothills of Analos,

some two days' journey from here.

Take care you speak the truth, Witch.

One act of betrayal

and I'll cleave your black heart from your bosom.

Surely such a valiant warrior such as you

can think of a better use for my bosom.

Away with her!

Well, I guess he got the point.

Guards!

Behold the key of Magog.

Death to Arklon!

You have won this battle, Arklon.

But the flames of freedom

will not be extinguished so easily.

They'll be coming,

more and more, from all over the land.

And we both know, Arklon,

the power of the key is not eternal.

Whore...

who are you to address me by name?

Who am I?

Honey, I'm the best thing that's happened to you

since you donned that great-looking mask.

And why should I...

Lord Arklon...

maximum ruler of Arok...

be any concern of yours?

Chill out, lord dude.

You know, you're a hard man to take a meeting with.

That's why I arranged this scene with the rebels.

What is this strange tongue in which you speak?

It's all part of what I want to show you,

for it is I, the beautiful,

sensuous, Mysterious Lyranna,

who can make you the most powerful man on Earth.

My dear, I am the most powerful man on Earth.

Not for long...

unless you allow me to make your power eternal.

You... you are but a witch.

Maybe...

but a very uncommon one, my liege.

Silence!

You don't wish to hear my secret?

You want to know what will make you equal to the gods?

The ultimate power awaits you, my lord.

Then I shall let you live...

only until I witness such sorcery.

But you hear me well,

if you try to deceive me--

I know.

You shall cleave my black heart from my bosom, hmm?

Take her.

So... you think he likes me?

Split up.

Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Aah!

Go... back.

Rrawr!

You... are Dar, son of Zed.

You are of my blood.

I was sister to your father Zed.

In my youth,

I practiced the forbidden rituals...

and eventually evolved

into this wretched creature that stands before you.

Yes... come closer.

I have seen... the past and the future,

and I must tell you before I expire.

In years past, the evil high priest Maox

ordered King Zed's unborn child withdrawn from its mother's womb

and transplanted inside a beast of burden.

That child possesses the ability

to communicate with all creatures

from the fields and the skies.

They call him...

the Beastmaster.

But this was not the only child taken from him.

Zed's firstborn was stolen by Zhun priests,

and the grief from losing two sons

eventually eroded his great mind.

You say I have an older brother?

He is evil, Dar!

If you do not find Zed's firstborn

by the time of the autumn equinox,

life in this world shall cease to exist.

If you do find him...

and destroy him...

peace and justice shall prevail.

I must kill my brother?

Dar...

the fate of the world rests on your shoulders.

Now, begone.

I do not want you to see me die.

Wait...

how will I know him? Where will I find him?

Search the western region.

The western region...

What sorcery is this?

A dimensional portal.

The doorway to your ulitmate triumph, my lord.

A world that exists on a parallel plane with our own.

And what do they call this place?

The natives call it LA.

Al ay?

I've been studying their ways.

Oh... what marvels they possess.

Indeed.

And one in particular should interest you.

It is housed at one of their military fortresses.

Their men of science call it a neutron detonator.

It's compact enough to carry,

yet powerful enough to destroy all life

in an area the size of a continent.

With the threat of such a weapon,

I could rule unstopposed.

Exactly.

Exactly.

Their political structure

is based on such weapons.

They refer to it as the balance of terror.

What a brilliantly barbarous concept.

Ah...

Why do you show me such things?

These are nothing but illusions and pictures.

Have her drawn and quartered.

Ha ha ha ha!

Fool! Fool!

Laugh in the face of death?

I laugh at any fool

who would throw away the key to ultimate power.

We are made for each other.

The key of Magog and I--

together, and only together--

can we come and go through the portal at will

and make these pictures reality.

The neutron detonator will be yours.

You'll rule the world.

With me at your side.

Really?

You...

the mother of beauty...

would be at my side?

You...

the queen of radiance,

would grace my lonely existence?

You...

would cast your sparkling eyes

upon this tattered face

and shine your aura upon my throne?

Ohh...

Burn her!

Ha ha ha ha!

Arklon, you need me!

The key will get you in,

but only I can get you out.

Arklon, read my lips--

only I can get you out!

Let haste not be the ruler,

lest we forget the purpose.

Come...

let us discover more about this place you call...