Dungeons & Dragons

The empire of Izmer has long been a divided land.

Ruled by the Mages, an elite group of magic users.

The lowly commoners, those without magic, are little more than slaves.

Izmer's young empress, Savina, wishes quality and prosperity for all.

But, the evil Mage, Profion, has other intentions.

We're are not.

Yes!

At last.

Come Damodar.

Release him.

You are mine now.

Come to me.

Yes. I told you it could be done.

You have the power of the immortals.

You can control dragons. - With the dragon army at my command,

I can crush the Empress and control what is rightfully mine!

You don't like it, do you? Good. I can use every ounce

of your rage. Come on. Follow me.

Follow me!

I said follow me!

What now, my lord, Profion? - We shall have to modify our plans.

Summon the high council of Mages immediately.

They are about to learn something Of our young Empress,

that may give them pause for thought. - It will be done.

I'm telling you this' gotta be some twisted magic experiment gone wrong.

Why is it every time something bad happens, you gotta blame the Mages.

Well, when was the last time you saw a river catch on fire? You think they

care if anyone got hurt? I'd just love to find a way to give those

Mages some payback. - Oh yeah. Ridley the Savior.

That'll be the day. Look, Ridley. Things are the way they are and

there's nothing you can do to change it. Ok? You got your haves and your

I'm telling you this' gotta be some twisted magic experiment gone wrong.

Right about now we gotta get paid.

The magic school. - The what? The magic school?

Are you crazy? - We'll break into. There's anything.

'Cause the fire, it won't be guarded. - No.

Think of the challenge Snails. Think of what we could find in there.

If we pull this off, we'd be the envy of every thief in Sumdall.

Trust me.

And why would the Empress try to disband this counsel? It's a concept

I find difficult to believe. - Now Azmath, your loyalty

is commendable. But we've all watched the Empress' growing up. We have all

heard her views on what she considers to be the injustices of this land.

But she is just a young woman. Young people speak from the heart.

Not he mind. In time, with our counsel, she will come to understand

why things cannot be changed. - Maybe so. But, is that a risk you are

willing to take? Her revolutionary ideas have already taken root among

the people. In time her influence will grow.

As the months go by, she will learn to master the powers of her scepter.

And when she does, I have no doubt that she will use it to enforce

her changes upon us. - Then, what do you propose, Profion?

I humbly ask that we vote to remove the scepter

from the Empress' control.

So that government in Izmer Will remain secure.

Remove the scepter, which looms above our heads and destroy

the threat of revolution forever!

And if she does not agree? - Then...

then her true intentions will become clear.

And the we will be forced to do whatever we must to protect

the strength and the unity of Izmer.

What say you?

How could he get the council persuade? - He plays on the fears of the others.

Their fears of change. - Yes, I know, Vildan. But, the changes

I propose are for the good of the people. All people deserve

to be free and equal, whether commoner or mage.

I know this within the depths of my soul. And if necessary,

I would die to make that the way Izmer is run.

What can I do to stop Profion? - You must outsmart him.

Over the past years, I have been searching for an ancient

artifact called the Rod of Savrille. It holds the same powers

as your scepter. With one difference.

It controls Red Dragons. If you could obtain it,

you could relinquish your scepter and still have protection against Profion.

I must have that Rod of Savrille! With one wave of it

I will topple her and bring down That useless council of idiots

with her. - What is your wish, My Lord?

Pay a visit to the Magic School. And see our friend Vildan.

Persuade him to give you the scroll of which he speaks.

And bring it here to me.

And Damodar? Make sure that he's No longer around to give

our young Empress anymore good advice.

Come my friend.

Ridley, why's it gotta be so high? - Snails, let go of me.

Can't we just rob the first floor next time? Why don't we just rob God?

Come on. - You said this was going to be easy?

No. I said it wasn't impossible. - That's the same thing you said when

we robbed that house. Who'd he catch? Who'd he beat from the waist down? Me.

Are you gonna jump? - Gonna catch me?

Yeah! - Promise?

I promise. Now jump. - All right.

Sorry. I thought I heard something.

You did. Me hitting the ground.

That is a big dragon.

Now we're talking.

All right. Let's get to work.

I already told you, Marina. The Empress can't use her scepter for

dragon control or Profion will paint her as a tyrant to the council.

Profion must be made to expose himself to them. Dammit, I know it's here.

Where is it? - It should be right here.

You're sure you put it in its place? - I'm sure.

Sure, are you? Why is it filed here among these volumes on alchemy?

It belongs in dracology. Now then, where is it? I know I've got it

somewhere. Ah yes. This was it.

Mariana. You must stop doodling. The Empress only has 3 days the council

forces her to relinquish her scepter. - I'm sorry.

But you must be more serious. - I know. But, I feel I should be doing

more than shelving books. - I understand, Marina. But, you must

learn to be patient to maintain focus. That is the best help you can

provide right now. - I suppose you're right.

I never saw a scroll so hard to decode. It’s protected by very

ancient magic. Marina, fetch me some Manticore wing.

What's that? - Dragon tooth.

Put it back. Put it back. - Ok. What about a gold dragon tooth?

It’s too big. Put it back.

Hey, Snails. Snails.

Here. - What'd you do that for?

Pick it up. Come on. - Ain't got enough of these at home?

Look at this.

We're gonna be rich.

Ridley? You know how much we could get for one of these?

Snails! Don't touch that!

One of the lab creatures must have not loose again. Go and check on it.

All right.

Snails, relax.

It’s an illusion. - Ok. I knew that.

Now, don't touch anything else. - All right.

What are you doing? - The cleaning crew.

Dirty. - Cleanup crew is more like it.

You're thieves trying to rob us.

She must have put some kind of holding spell on us with that bracelet!

It’s the only way she can get guys. - I’d have to put a feeble-minded spell

on myself to want to take you home. - That was funny.

You're going to the city dungeons. - That wasn't.

Thank you when they cut my head off. - You should.

It'd be an improvement.

There's that superior intelligence you mages are so famous for.

Speaking of intelligence. What kind of genius would break into magic school?

He'd have to be really stupid. Or... - Or what?

Well... Lester!

If you don't tell me which scroll it is...

I'll have to kill you painfully. - Never!

The Chief of the Crimson Brigade!

To the street of Sumdall!

Follow them, you fools!

Where are we going? Hey! Nice trick. - Hey, no! The other way!

Watch out!

Lady, please stop to listen. Escapes are our bread and butter.

...oughta-

Nice lid. - You shouldn't have done that.

Shut that door!

Stop him! - In that fifth? That's disgusting!

Post brigades at every sewer entrance and exit.

I want them found.

Now.

Marina of Pretensa, student mage...

I don't believe that. - Better believe it.

They hang on it to us. - No, on you, thieves.

Me not. As aristocrate, mage... - An insignificant mage, totally

dispensable, practical worthless. - That's ridiculous!

I clear it up. I can't clear it up. To whom I should explain?

Right! They put you into prison and torture you, until you confess.

Let us hold together, you heard it, we're companions.

Ok! Come on!

You allow a slip of a girl to escape

you with the scroll. And now, Norda,

the Empress' finest tracker, is in pursuit.

And you tell me not to concern myself?

It was a mistake. It will not happen again.

Now there, you are right.

And here's why.

Just a friend I'm sending along For the ride.

A gentle reminder not to make any more mistakes.

The moment you deliver me the rod, I'll ensure that he...

It vacate the premises.

Now. May I suggest that once you two have become fully acquainted,

you follow the Empress' tracker, Norda. She happens to be good

at her job. She will lead you to our missing friends

and the scroll. - And this time, Damodar,

don't fail me.

So, if we find the rod, the Empress heaps us with gold. Huh?

Why don't you try and rise above being a dwarf? This isn't about gold.

It’s about saving our empire. - Empire?

Who cares about the empire? You mages are the only ones who benefit from it.

Oh really? That's an interesting sentiment from a guy who steals

things for a living. - Have you ever heard of honor amongst

thieves? We might live outside the law, but we respect each other.

Unlike a bunch of back-stabbing mages. - That is just the sort of

half-baked illiterate drivel that proves commoners really are common.

That's it. We'll go into hiding for a while. She'll find the rod herself.

Fine.

I thought you were leaving. - You mind if we eat first?

No. Be my guest.

You know, those red marks there look like the locks my father used to put

on plans for his carriages. - This is an ancient scroll,

not a blueprint for a buggy. - You don't know what you're doing, so

you might as well let me have a look. - Give that back!

Let's see. He used to put his fingers like this. And he would say something

like Alinor sala. What was that word? - Bidet.

Bidet? Bedarra! Bedarra. Alinor salla bedarra!

You can't blame me for trying. At least l...