Blacktalon (2023) s01e06 Episode Script
Returned
Do you hear it?
That iron tongue on bronze
That steady, ringing command
Calling us to war.
Not from the shadows
Not from far lands
But here, outside the walls of our home.
Steady, fire!
And when war calls
we answer.
Speak.
A threat has risen from the depths.
Mortals will carry the seed
of plague into this city.
The Sylvaneth send word.
They stand ready.
They attack on my order.
The Blacktalons destroyed that threat.
No. They removed only a
branch, not the root.
The threat has grown again.
Where is the Blacktalon Prime?
She has voyaged into the Realm of Life,
where the threat rises.
Then it is already being resolved.
A Dawnbringer Crusade
left the city only hours ago
to establish a new settlement,
and already they are under attack.
I have no time for this.
- You will listen. It's a
- I have, and I have spoken.
Go back to your duties, Soulscryer.
I have a war to see to.
Hendrick? Where's Neave?
She's gone.
Gone where?
We need her here!
The lightning took her.
But the cursed skies
There was nothing I could do.
I tried
The horned shadow. It came for her.
The seeds scatter on the
winds of war.
They will land in fertile soil,
and bring forth suffering.
Silence in the streets
Peace so deep,
I can hear the plague
breathing as it grows.
The seeds are sown.
You have served well.
My service is to the truth,
and my payment was to be vengeance.
And that you shall have.
Idiot of a golden-plated warmonger.
Listen. I said to listen
Deep waters of darkness
I sense a net set to catch them
No! I will not let it be so.
Break their line! Give no quarter!
My thanks to you, ancient one.
The Sylvaneth honour
the binding of our roots.
For Hammerhal!
For Sigmar!
For Neave!
We need to warn Hammerhal
of what's coming.
Too late for that. They know.
The crusade
Sigmar's light protect them now.
Lorai? Where is the Stormhost?
Your Lord-Commander would not listen.
Then you should have tried harder.
A crusade is under attack
The attack on the crusade
is a distraction.
Of course it's a distraction.
Thysis is here.
It's a trap. For Neave. For you.
- He's
- Here.
I know what you are
I know what you do
And I will tell you a truth.
You are the final evidence
of your god's hypocrisy.
The suffering will not end for you.
Even if you pass through the storm.
Immortality is not without its justice.
No such release for you
Not yet.
You will languish here as the trees grow,
and your city dies.
Neave!
Light of Azyr, you've returned.
Get the others free.
Thyr
Just a name and an idea.
An idea of a hero who would fight
to protect what she cared for.
My sister was a fool.
She thought that her strength
could keep us safe.
And she died for it.
You defiled her memory
with what you have done.
Memories.
You want them so very badly.
But you're standing there
wrapped in a golden lie.
The truth's always there
A shadow at your back.
I'm not going to kill you, Neave.
I'm going to tell you the truth.
And your suffering will be eternal.
We should go.
This whole place looks like
it's going to collapse into the ground.
Kill the tree
and the fruit shall wither.
- Neave?
- Help me.
Who was she?
I do not know who she was
But I know what she was
A soul who fought
to protect those she cared for.
A warrior.
A hero.
The anvil is waking.
Hendrick.
Neave
You made it back too.
Old wolf!
You all defied the cursed skies!
I'd have wagered
none of you would have returned.
You think Sigmar would have let us off
that easily?
Let's not test our luck any further
What do you remember?
Nothing after we went
to find Thyr's grave.
It was a trap.
The enemy took you before I could
But why?
And how did they know to lure me there?
Perhaps questions best left
for another day.
Today we enjoy our victory.
You returned to us, and that is good.
Not the only good thing,
I'm willing to bet.
The creature Thysis, vanquished too?
The fruit withered and dissolved
once the Blacktalon Prime
cut the tree that bore it.
The threat is ended.
Well done, Neave.
You don't seem yourself.
The memory you were chasing?
I was not Thyr.
I can remember the dreams
of her though, and others
The lightning gave you
something back for once.
None of them are me.
And I don't know why I remember them.
Neave, you must stop
reaching for the past.
You've seen the cost of your obsession,
for all of us.
You said it yourself.
We cannot keep testing our luck.
Go be with the others.
- Enjoy the feast.
- And you?
I'm tired.
Sleep calls me.
Rest well, Blacktalon.
That iron tongue on bronze
That steady, ringing command
Calling us to war.
Not from the shadows
Not from far lands
But here, outside the walls of our home.
Steady, fire!
And when war calls
we answer.
Speak.
A threat has risen from the depths.
Mortals will carry the seed
of plague into this city.
The Sylvaneth send word.
They stand ready.
They attack on my order.
The Blacktalons destroyed that threat.
No. They removed only a
branch, not the root.
The threat has grown again.
Where is the Blacktalon Prime?
She has voyaged into the Realm of Life,
where the threat rises.
Then it is already being resolved.
A Dawnbringer Crusade
left the city only hours ago
to establish a new settlement,
and already they are under attack.
I have no time for this.
- You will listen. It's a
- I have, and I have spoken.
Go back to your duties, Soulscryer.
I have a war to see to.
Hendrick? Where's Neave?
She's gone.
Gone where?
We need her here!
The lightning took her.
But the cursed skies
There was nothing I could do.
I tried
The horned shadow. It came for her.
The seeds scatter on the
winds of war.
They will land in fertile soil,
and bring forth suffering.
Silence in the streets
Peace so deep,
I can hear the plague
breathing as it grows.
The seeds are sown.
You have served well.
My service is to the truth,
and my payment was to be vengeance.
And that you shall have.
Idiot of a golden-plated warmonger.
Listen. I said to listen
Deep waters of darkness
I sense a net set to catch them
No! I will not let it be so.
Break their line! Give no quarter!
My thanks to you, ancient one.
The Sylvaneth honour
the binding of our roots.
For Hammerhal!
For Sigmar!
For Neave!
We need to warn Hammerhal
of what's coming.
Too late for that. They know.
The crusade
Sigmar's light protect them now.
Lorai? Where is the Stormhost?
Your Lord-Commander would not listen.
Then you should have tried harder.
A crusade is under attack
The attack on the crusade
is a distraction.
Of course it's a distraction.
Thysis is here.
It's a trap. For Neave. For you.
- He's
- Here.
I know what you are
I know what you do
And I will tell you a truth.
You are the final evidence
of your god's hypocrisy.
The suffering will not end for you.
Even if you pass through the storm.
Immortality is not without its justice.
No such release for you
Not yet.
You will languish here as the trees grow,
and your city dies.
Neave!
Light of Azyr, you've returned.
Get the others free.
Thyr
Just a name and an idea.
An idea of a hero who would fight
to protect what she cared for.
My sister was a fool.
She thought that her strength
could keep us safe.
And she died for it.
You defiled her memory
with what you have done.
Memories.
You want them so very badly.
But you're standing there
wrapped in a golden lie.
The truth's always there
A shadow at your back.
I'm not going to kill you, Neave.
I'm going to tell you the truth.
And your suffering will be eternal.
We should go.
This whole place looks like
it's going to collapse into the ground.
Kill the tree
and the fruit shall wither.
- Neave?
- Help me.
Who was she?
I do not know who she was
But I know what she was
A soul who fought
to protect those she cared for.
A warrior.
A hero.
The anvil is waking.
Hendrick.
Neave
You made it back too.
Old wolf!
You all defied the cursed skies!
I'd have wagered
none of you would have returned.
You think Sigmar would have let us off
that easily?
Let's not test our luck any further
What do you remember?
Nothing after we went
to find Thyr's grave.
It was a trap.
The enemy took you before I could
But why?
And how did they know to lure me there?
Perhaps questions best left
for another day.
Today we enjoy our victory.
You returned to us, and that is good.
Not the only good thing,
I'm willing to bet.
The creature Thysis, vanquished too?
The fruit withered and dissolved
once the Blacktalon Prime
cut the tree that bore it.
The threat is ended.
Well done, Neave.
You don't seem yourself.
The memory you were chasing?
I was not Thyr.
I can remember the dreams
of her though, and others
The lightning gave you
something back for once.
None of them are me.
And I don't know why I remember them.
Neave, you must stop
reaching for the past.
You've seen the cost of your obsession,
for all of us.
You said it yourself.
We cannot keep testing our luck.
Go be with the others.
- Enjoy the feast.
- And you?
I'm tired.
Sleep calls me.
Rest well, Blacktalon.