Blacktalon (2023) s01e04 Episode Script
Scourge
To live is to suffer
No, not that one.
It's not quite ripe.
It needs just a day more sun,
or it'll taste bitter.
How can you tell, da?
The trees taught me,
just like they'll teach you.
Now this one This one is just perfect.
Every sweetness of existence
is a seed of future grief.
What's that?
Da?
Pain and darkness
Thyr!
Loss and betrayal.
They are always there
Just waiting to bloom.
Thyr!
Thyr!
I need you to find somewhere
Somewhere I saw in a dream.
A dream Or a memory?
I
I'm not sure.
For this, I shall add to your debt.
Let me gaze into the depths of your mind.
That's not as I saw it in my dreams.
In your dream you saw the past.
Now it is different.
It lies in Ghyran,
in the depths of the realm's heart.
A tainted place.
Heavy with the Plague Father's pollution.
And its skies are blighted.
What are you seeking there?
This will lead me there?
It will.
You intend to go alone?
Hmm.
That does not seem wise.
That's because it isn't.
This is not your concern, Hendrick.
Is it not?
Disregarding the fact my duty
is to advise as well as obey
Ignoring that such an expedition alone
is a risk
Excepting all of that,
how could a friend not be concerned.
This is not a sanctioned mission.
It's personal.
I know. You're hunting memories.
Not just memories.
A Kurnothi hunter brought me this
from the Ghyran Heartlands.
Hmm.
What is Thyr?
Not what, who.
I can't remember, but
I think, before,
I was close to finding out who I was.
Who I am.
Thyr
I've been having dreams of her.
Of how she died.
- Neave
- I think she is
I think she was me.
It's as if it's calling
to something inside of me
And now she's shown you where Thyr lived?
No, where she died.
Neave, I've said this before.
Leave the past alone.
Who you are now is
all that matters. This
this quest for the past
will only break you apart.
The Anvil takes what it takes.
Accept that. Accept the present.
I can't.
I need to know who I was, Hendrick.
You can't give me my past.
No one can.
I have to find it myself.
I see that my counsel will not stop you.
I will face the consequences,
just as I will face whatever is out there.
But I am going.
And I'm coming with you.
Don't even think of arguing.
Thank you, old friend.
Tell no one of this.
The pain ends
They left me impaled
on the trees I had tended.
They forced me to watch
as everything I had grown, rotted.
They forced me to listen
as hunger and plague
consumed those who still lived.
Do you know what it sounded like?
Not cries, not pleading.
Just air passing through
blistered throats,
bubbling in lungs filling with pus
It sounded like water
boiling dry over a fire
then quiet falling,
one failed gasp at a time.
I did not die
Hours, days, years
all passed.
No heroes came to save me.
No golden god
reached down to ease my pain.
My flesh withered
and the tree grew through me
It drank from the rot of my life
and it sustained me.
And as it did, I saw the truth.
Existence is cruel,
and the more you care,
the more it will hurt.
You can either embrace that cruelty,
or you can be its victim.
And as I accepted that truth,
for the first time I knew
that I would suffer no more.
Please
It was a gift. Bitter, but true
A gift I offer to you,
as it was offered to me.
The pain will it really end?
It ends.
The suffering, though
That is eternal.
But that suffering will not be yours.
The taint of the Plague God
lies heavy on this place.
You did not need to be here.
We must be cautious, that is all.
It was different once
I see few signs of defences,
no walls, just terraces for cultivation
Foolish to build a settlement here.
This is the Heartland of Ghryan,
the most stable part of the realm.
They thought they were safe
They wanted to make a life.
You remember that?
I understand it.
I think we are close.
Neave Where is Neave?
The Blacktalon-Prime is not here
It's coming.
Plague and ruin. Coming here
Shakana! Light of Azyr, you're alive!
We thought the blighted skies would
Neave Where's Neave, Rostus?
I don't know. I haven't
There are plague seeds coming
to Hammerhal.
Shakana, steady.
What are you talking about?
Before the Hag Queen cut my throat,
she told me
The Khainites did not kill our agent.
It was someone else.
Rostus, someone is coming.
Coming for Hammerhal.
But
You must listen.
- Lorai, I
- Now.
The plague fruit I took
from the tainted human
It's growing.
That can't be.
We killed the plague lord
that created this fruit.
Orimos wasn't its creator.
He was a pawn.
Vindessa said the enemy was called Thysis.
Thysis?
He's bringing his plague seeds here. Now.
If Thysis is the creator of the fruit,
we must kill him.
Yes. Kill the tree and the fruit withers.
And we save the people of Hammerhal.
We need Neave.
The Blacktalon-Prime went hunting
for a dream
What? Where's Hendrick?
The Silver Wolf watches her back.
Lorai, please.
Where are they?
The place that grew this fruit.
Hmm.
Then it must be a trap.
We go after her. Now.
What about the plague seeds?
What about the people of Hammerhal?
Get word to Lord-Commander Carthalos.
Tell him what's coming. Warn him.
- Shakana
- Neave would come for us
no matter what.
Thyr did not die here.
They were fleeing
Lives discarded.
Shouts, screams
She protected them
But she-
No I.
I could not hold all the enemy back.
I ran, and
There was a shadow.
A horned shadow
It was here.
The skies are cursed and blighted.
The storm will carry you
to where she went, but not to her side.
We'll manage.
Remember. Carthalos.
With thunder and by lightning.
Neave!
Neave, you need to stop.
You are losing hold of the present.
The Horned Shadow
It came for me.
A murderer of heroes.
It came here because of me
I am the reason it happened
Neave. Don't go any further.
I fought
I tried to shield them, but
I fell, here.
But I can still see it.
I shouldn't be able to if I
Neave, stop.
You need to stop. Please!
If I died here, why can I remember more?
Neave, go no further.
You don't need to remember more.
You are who you are.
I was not her.
I was not Thyr.
I
I am so sorry, Neave
But you will not remember this.
Revenge
I have transcended
life's lies and shackles,
but I confess the hunger
for revenge still clings to me.
I don't see them
Something isn't right here.
Shakana!
Revenge is coming, though.
As it was promised to me.
Hendrick, what's happened?
Where's Neave?
There are no heroes.
Under every golden lie,
there is a seed of darkness
And eventually,
every seed bears fruit.
No, not that one.
It's not quite ripe.
It needs just a day more sun,
or it'll taste bitter.
How can you tell, da?
The trees taught me,
just like they'll teach you.
Now this one This one is just perfect.
Every sweetness of existence
is a seed of future grief.
What's that?
Da?
Pain and darkness
Thyr!
Loss and betrayal.
They are always there
Just waiting to bloom.
Thyr!
Thyr!
I need you to find somewhere
Somewhere I saw in a dream.
A dream Or a memory?
I
I'm not sure.
For this, I shall add to your debt.
Let me gaze into the depths of your mind.
That's not as I saw it in my dreams.
In your dream you saw the past.
Now it is different.
It lies in Ghyran,
in the depths of the realm's heart.
A tainted place.
Heavy with the Plague Father's pollution.
And its skies are blighted.
What are you seeking there?
This will lead me there?
It will.
You intend to go alone?
Hmm.
That does not seem wise.
That's because it isn't.
This is not your concern, Hendrick.
Is it not?
Disregarding the fact my duty
is to advise as well as obey
Ignoring that such an expedition alone
is a risk
Excepting all of that,
how could a friend not be concerned.
This is not a sanctioned mission.
It's personal.
I know. You're hunting memories.
Not just memories.
A Kurnothi hunter brought me this
from the Ghyran Heartlands.
Hmm.
What is Thyr?
Not what, who.
I can't remember, but
I think, before,
I was close to finding out who I was.
Who I am.
Thyr
I've been having dreams of her.
Of how she died.
- Neave
- I think she is
I think she was me.
It's as if it's calling
to something inside of me
And now she's shown you where Thyr lived?
No, where she died.
Neave, I've said this before.
Leave the past alone.
Who you are now is
all that matters. This
this quest for the past
will only break you apart.
The Anvil takes what it takes.
Accept that. Accept the present.
I can't.
I need to know who I was, Hendrick.
You can't give me my past.
No one can.
I have to find it myself.
I see that my counsel will not stop you.
I will face the consequences,
just as I will face whatever is out there.
But I am going.
And I'm coming with you.
Don't even think of arguing.
Thank you, old friend.
Tell no one of this.
The pain ends
They left me impaled
on the trees I had tended.
They forced me to watch
as everything I had grown, rotted.
They forced me to listen
as hunger and plague
consumed those who still lived.
Do you know what it sounded like?
Not cries, not pleading.
Just air passing through
blistered throats,
bubbling in lungs filling with pus
It sounded like water
boiling dry over a fire
then quiet falling,
one failed gasp at a time.
I did not die
Hours, days, years
all passed.
No heroes came to save me.
No golden god
reached down to ease my pain.
My flesh withered
and the tree grew through me
It drank from the rot of my life
and it sustained me.
And as it did, I saw the truth.
Existence is cruel,
and the more you care,
the more it will hurt.
You can either embrace that cruelty,
or you can be its victim.
And as I accepted that truth,
for the first time I knew
that I would suffer no more.
Please
It was a gift. Bitter, but true
A gift I offer to you,
as it was offered to me.
The pain will it really end?
It ends.
The suffering, though
That is eternal.
But that suffering will not be yours.
The taint of the Plague God
lies heavy on this place.
You did not need to be here.
We must be cautious, that is all.
It was different once
I see few signs of defences,
no walls, just terraces for cultivation
Foolish to build a settlement here.
This is the Heartland of Ghryan,
the most stable part of the realm.
They thought they were safe
They wanted to make a life.
You remember that?
I understand it.
I think we are close.
Neave Where is Neave?
The Blacktalon-Prime is not here
It's coming.
Plague and ruin. Coming here
Shakana! Light of Azyr, you're alive!
We thought the blighted skies would
Neave Where's Neave, Rostus?
I don't know. I haven't
There are plague seeds coming
to Hammerhal.
Shakana, steady.
What are you talking about?
Before the Hag Queen cut my throat,
she told me
The Khainites did not kill our agent.
It was someone else.
Rostus, someone is coming.
Coming for Hammerhal.
But
You must listen.
- Lorai, I
- Now.
The plague fruit I took
from the tainted human
It's growing.
That can't be.
We killed the plague lord
that created this fruit.
Orimos wasn't its creator.
He was a pawn.
Vindessa said the enemy was called Thysis.
Thysis?
He's bringing his plague seeds here. Now.
If Thysis is the creator of the fruit,
we must kill him.
Yes. Kill the tree and the fruit withers.
And we save the people of Hammerhal.
We need Neave.
The Blacktalon-Prime went hunting
for a dream
What? Where's Hendrick?
The Silver Wolf watches her back.
Lorai, please.
Where are they?
The place that grew this fruit.
Hmm.
Then it must be a trap.
We go after her. Now.
What about the plague seeds?
What about the people of Hammerhal?
Get word to Lord-Commander Carthalos.
Tell him what's coming. Warn him.
- Shakana
- Neave would come for us
no matter what.
Thyr did not die here.
They were fleeing
Lives discarded.
Shouts, screams
She protected them
But she-
No I.
I could not hold all the enemy back.
I ran, and
There was a shadow.
A horned shadow
It was here.
The skies are cursed and blighted.
The storm will carry you
to where she went, but not to her side.
We'll manage.
Remember. Carthalos.
With thunder and by lightning.
Neave!
Neave, you need to stop.
You are losing hold of the present.
The Horned Shadow
It came for me.
A murderer of heroes.
It came here because of me
I am the reason it happened
Neave. Don't go any further.
I fought
I tried to shield them, but
I fell, here.
But I can still see it.
I shouldn't be able to if I
Neave, stop.
You need to stop. Please!
If I died here, why can I remember more?
Neave, go no further.
You don't need to remember more.
You are who you are.
I was not her.
I was not Thyr.
I
I am so sorry, Neave
But you will not remember this.
Revenge
I have transcended
life's lies and shackles,
but I confess the hunger
for revenge still clings to me.
I don't see them
Something isn't right here.
Shakana!
Revenge is coming, though.
As it was promised to me.
Hendrick, what's happened?
Where's Neave?
There are no heroes.
Under every golden lie,
there is a seed of darkness
And eventually,
every seed bears fruit.