DOTA: Dragon's Blood

Terrorblade!

You will return the pillars to their foundation.

You will restore the manifold form.

The blind arrogance of dragons.

You see my prison. You failed to see my fortress.

You failed to see my army.

She's fast. Watch yourself. Don't break rank.

Praise the Moon of Mene.

- Look at you. -

Little better than an animal hunted by your lessers.

But you had such dreams.

Oh, yes. For a moment, you were feared.

You stood on the precipice of restoring the rightful order.

Your people, masters of the world.

I know who you are. You're the demon, aren't you?

His demon. You attacked the Nightsilver Woods.

Oh, I am more. I am your hope.

Hope. Hope for what?

A world reshaped to your liking. We can build it together.

But first, revenge on the one who lied to us,

betrayed us, asked us to serve him…

then abandoned us.

I'm half-mad from exhaustion, not stupid.

Fuck off, demon.

Oh, you're afraid.

You can't evade them forever. You know this.

The hour comes round for death or hope.

You there!

You heard me.

I hear you, and answer with death.

- -

Aah! Hmph.

Aah!

I'd hate to break my arm patting myself on the back,

but that sword was pretty great.

I-- I mean, you were great. It was all you, but the sword was just--

-Great? -Pretty good, anyway.

Little loud on the backswing, but as good as Father ever made.

Well technically, Father did make it. I just repaired it.

The point is, the Foundry works.

I made it work.

Hey, this is the part where you're supposed to act excited,

or at least seem cautiously optimistic.

Sorry. It's Slyrak.

It's been almost three months. Three months and nothing.

Not a vision, not even a dream, not so much as a feeling.

The world is still here. So, that seems like a good sign.

The dragons are still acting crazy. That seems like a bad one.

All we can do is clean up the mess.

Look, I know you're frustrated.

I know you feel left behind, like you didn't get to finish the fight,

but you did your part better than anyone could have expected.

More than anyone had any right to ask.

Three months. Not a gods damn thing.

Davion, there's something you should see.

I was thinking about what you said last night,

so I started plotting all the recent dragon sightings.

Not just the ones you and I went after, but Kaden, and everyone else.

I worked it backwards, figured out the wyrmlings most likely paths.

They're migrating. So what?

Well, that's what I thought too, at first.

But that's not migration, that's convergence.

Earth, water, ember,

they're coming together like last year at Dragon Hold.

I mean, it doesn't make sense.

There's nothing important in the Broken Peaks.

-It's just a bunch of rocks. - Pack up the camp.

We need to go.

I know what's in the Broken Peaks.

The Seventh Legion reports they have yet to receive

supplemental forces,

and we've had some trouble maintaining our supply chain in--

The Fourth Legion is heavy. We should reassign the excess.

Mm, Legatus Akkad claims he needs the additional soldiers

to maintain a proper training rotation.

While the Seventh withers and starves on the frontier.

The Seventh has no patron in the capital, Your Radiance.

Jackals, all of them.

The only way to manage the war council is with a blunt instrument.

I'm afraid you will be even less happy with the merchant's guild.

Majesty.

-Forgive the interruption. -Don't be silly.

We were just admiring how the Imperium pulls together after a crisis.

How can I help you?

You have a visitor, an old friend.

Davion.

You don't need to announce him. I envy him a bit, life on the road.

It's not the Dragon Knight, Your Radiance.

It's complicated.

She surrendered at the city gates, demanding to see you.

And they threw her in the stockade?

She insisted on it. She said it was "comfortable."

-Princess. -Empress Mirana, Her Majesty.

It's all right, Asar.

-Luna? -Forgive me, Empress.

I've come to swear my allegiance to the Solar Goddess.

I've come to serve you.

By the time we reached the first enclave, we started to see them.

Our own soldiers,

wandering without the power Selemene once granted.

To the men and women, they told the same story,

how the shrines came to life.

How the goddess's blessing coursed through them.

How they took their revenge and gave the lie to a false prophecy.

Yet some had questions.

They wrestled with an emptiness in their guts,

and they knew what love there may have been had passed.

I gathered and sheltered them, sent scouts far and wide to find more,

the lost, the broken, the undone.

-And you brought them all here? -I brought them to you.

You asked me to save them, and so I have, and now I ask you to give them a purpose.

Give me a purpose.

Let us fight for you. Let us remake the world in your image.

Remake the world?

I can barely rebuild this place.

Because you think you're alone.

We used to believe in something, we two.

Nothing is so broken it cannot be fixed.

Now you have the power to fix it all.

The power of a god.

The power of an empire. Most important…

now you have me.

Free her, Asar.

Majesty! She is the Scourge.

She is my friend.

Itches like the Fifth Hell.

Pretty sure these accouterments don't come in Oglodi size.

And I'm certain those shiny sons of bitches would rather they never do.

Think of it this way, no one is staring at your ears.

Anyone says a word about your ears answers to me.

Now, fall in.

If nothing fit, you could at least wear a banner.

No, no, no. It is not that, my lovely. It is more.

I am still Nivan Gallant in my heart, but, uh, my sword remains at your service.

You never cease to confuse me.

Eh, we must all have goals.

You are certain this is yours, this uniform, this banner?

Not the banner, her.

Who kneels before the Solar Throne?

I do, Your Radiance.

Luna of the plains and the Nightsilver Woods.

I offer you my heart, my courage, my steel.

I seek your light, your love.

I take you as God Empress, first in thought, first in action.

Stand in the light. And these soldiers?

My Lost Legion. Many have fought for you already.

Their devotion is inscribed in scars, inked by pain.

Accept the blessing of the Solar Throne, Luna of the Imperium.

Luna, the goddess of the Lost Legion.

Together we will rebuild our home.

Then we will heal a broken world.

Your Majesty.

Dragon Knight.

Oh, you're home. Finally.

Something's wrong. Is Bram with you? Is he--

Bram is fine. Bram is here.

-Kaden, too. -Then what?

Slyrak is dead. Slyrak failed.

I see you've abandoned subtlety.

The Father of Fire failed. You are alone.

You betrayed or abandoned anyone who might have come to your aid,

the godling, the elves.

I am all you have left in the world.

Surrender the dragon souls,

and when I remake reality, I will leave you a gift, your child,

safe with you here, untouched in this oasis you've created.

Immortal Filomena.

This is my bond, my renegotiation.

You offer all revised terms per the original Shopkeeper's coven?

- Inviolable. - You guarantee…

the child will be my Filomena, as I remember her.

She'll be mine in every way.

Filomena will love you in the next life

as she loved you in this one.

She'll be healthy, free of the rot that claimed her?

I promise, an eternity of flowers.

What would you not do to feel her hand…

in your own again?

I love you. I won't worship you.

Nothing.

There is nothing I would not.

Then we have a bargain?

My daughter, so willful.

And she had a good heart, and she was wise.

Filomena would never accept a world made by you.