The Last Redemption

Here we are, Lily.

You and me.

Who would've thought that?

Perhaps you already know

that there comes a time in our life

when you do the math of everything that has been,

how it could have been and what it is now.

I didn't know it

and I learned it the hard way

that sometimes the right choice carries too much weight.

But that's life

and I have to accept it.

It all started much earlier.

None of us could have known what we were getting into.

I would like to tell you

that this is the story of a group of heroes,

but that's not true.

Give it up.

This is your last warning, Nistrol.

Surrender or die.

Let our friend go, Hardin.

This is between you and me.

You want a deal, then let's make a deal.

You want a deal?

All right.

Here's my deal.

Get after them! Don't let them get away.

Bastard!

Back then, if somebody talked about

how Leland Nistrol made it out of situation like that,

while it's true that he always made it,

it was never without a scratch.

Being an outlaw always takes its toll.

Go!

Go!

They called us the "Nistrol Gang."

And in around the village of Brea,

we were the most feared bandits around.

But we weren't the most dangerous threat

that gripped the king's mind.

Creatures from the depths,

which they called "orcs,"

were far greater danger to the people of Brea.

And the king, a man alone in defense of his kingdom,

managed to keep danger away.

But he couldn't know

that it is often closer than we imagined,

and sometimes the true face of those around us

hides the darkness.

You told us

Nistrol had fled

far from the land of Brea.

Fear not, My Lord.

My men and I will search the forest high and low.

If this vile band of outlaws is still here,

we will track them, find them,

and I'll put a stop to them.

You have my word.

Thank you Captain.

As you know, we have repelled a mob of orcs,

but they will return.

They will return, soon.

I need our men to defend the lands of Brea.

Nistrol and his gang,

they are a problem

and we must permanently eliminate it.

Yes milord.

Cousin,

these are dark days ahead.

I'm actually very worried

about what's happening around here.

We are at the mercy of outlaws

and highway men who raid and steal as they see fit.

Goblins and ogres attacking us from everywhere.

A definitive solution must be found.

Lord Roland, you think you know

how to govern Brea better than I?

My Lord,

if you gave the lands in the east to my family,

my guards could defend those roads

against more ogre attacks.

That would guarantee us safety.

- The lands of Brea are not transferable.

We already have an army in charge of those areas.

As you like.

Mine was just a proposal for help, cousin.

Father?

Shall we go and see the stars now?

Not tonight, my love.

Tomorrow night we shall look at the stars, together.

Oh, okay.

Come.

Good night.

Sleep well.

Everything is wrong.

It would've been better to run away.

You're just a coward, Oliver.

That's enough, Thomas.

You're better than that.

I don't want to die like Tristan.

- Captain Hardin killed him without mercy.

You're afraid to die?

Sounds like a coward to me.

I'm not a coward.

I'll kill you if you say that again.

Oh really? Right here, show me.

Brothers. - Do it.

Brothers.

- There's no point in fighting amongst ourselves.

- Not now, not now that we've come so far.

We've had tough times before

and we got through, together.

And together we will win, as we did today.

We followed you when you told us to save Tristan.

Tristan is dead and we're almost dead too.

We won't give into fear. Not now.

- We'll leave Brea and these lands with what we have, then.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I just came to talk.

Roland?

What could you possibly want to talk about enough

to come out here in the middle of the night,

with just this ugly mug to protect you?

I need to speak with you alone, Nistrol.

Alone?

Anything you have to say to me,

you can say in front of my men here.

But choose your words carefully.

- After drinking, they become a bit wild.

I have a job for you and your men.

A job?

If you know me and my family,

even if only by name,

then you should know that you could make a lot of money.

And once I pay you,

I'll make sure that no one comes

chasing after you to get it back.

And what sort of job are we talking about, here?

You must kill the bastard, King Ferrel.

King Ferrel?

He's had his men chasing our asses all this time.

Why would we risk so much?

Have you ever seen 50,000 coins altogether?

It can all be yours.

- Entering the castle will not be complicated.

Guards are busy protecting the border from orcs right now.

And once I'm king,

I can guarantee that the law of Brea

will never be breathing down your necks again.

We should do this.

This is our chance.

It's a trap.

Oliver's right.

Sounds like a trap.

- He just wants to get us all back there

so they can finally grab us all at once.

No, not this time.

You heard him.

He's offering us 50,000 coins

and the guarantee that we get out of Brea

with no one following us.

I mean, come on, it's 50,000 coins.

This is what we've been waiting for.

Our chance to be free men again.

To be free so we no longer need

to look over our shoulders.

How many of us even remember that time?

And the best part is,

- we get to send Ferrel to hell in the process.

Yes?

The Nistrol gang are at your service, Lord Roland.

But please, do explain how you expect

to get us inside this castle?

It's easy.

There's a second entrance down by the river,

but there's only one guard.

And when he sees me, he'll walk towards me and he'll say,

Lord Roland.

Good evening.

I'm gonna need your best man

- to jump down from the wall behind him and take him out.

And then your team is gonna run through that hallway,

- right through the center of the castle.

But everyone must wear a mask,

to hide their identity, including me.

Roland, you are a vile traitor.

I expected it from you.

Little worm.

Then you go and bring Leland Nistrol and his men

here, in the middle of the night.

That's right, I know who you are.

The Baelian brothers, Diana, John,

and Jack the Silent.

And I shall have all of you

hung in the village square at sunrise.

Now, drop your weapons.

Good evening to you too, My Lord.

What are you doing?

He knows who we are.

And he has the right to see