01x12 - Monsters

[bunniefuu]

[dramatic intro music]

[dramatic intro music]

[tense music]

[animal howls]

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

[tense dramatic music]

[fire crackles]

-[men scuffle]
-[gasps]

[grunts]

Tell me again, Jorvak,

why are we eating this stringy sh*t
instead of that juicy pig?

[chuckles] A chieftain needs
to keep his arse warm, right?

Laugh... is that all you can do?

You almost pissed yourself
when that one cut at you.

[Jorvak] Look around you.

You think a full belly
is going to keep steel

from opening your guts?

from opening your guts?

Hmm?

[Jorvak] That it's going to keep us moving
when the burning comes?

You want the weight of that, boy,
you can make jokes all you like.

I...

I didn't mean anything by it.

The boar’s for the gods.

And so we're left
with these measly pickings.

It’s meat, isn’t it?

You can eat the captives
instead if you want?

You can eat the captives
instead if you want?

[laughs]

What do you think I am, a savage?

[chuckles] Those comet-worshippers
probably taste like sh*t anyway.

Still, I wouldn't mind
feasting like one of those gods.

Now run and fetch
our poor Freeguild guests.

[laughs] Maybe we'll eat them after all.

[grunts]

So confident, you men.

So confident, you men.

[Singri] So brave.

[Singri] The city men drive us back.

We're starving.

Our people go missing in the night.

Others die in battle.

And here our glorious leaders sit,

comparing c*ck.

The people who went missing at night?

You think the city men took them, then?

[Gunnar] The city men or cowardice.

There are no cowards here.

The weak break.

The weak break.

The strong endure.

Our blood is strong,
and we are destined for greater things.

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[men groaning]

[grunts] Get your hands off me, you filth!

[grunts]

[sighs]

[chuckles]

[clears throat]

[gasps]

-[grunts]
-[groans]

[gasps]

[gasps]

[spits, grunts]

Daemon-loving b*stards!

There are no daemons here.

We swear our oaths
to proper gods, old man.

Always have.

Gods that give us strength,
and do not lie.

Always? [exhales]

Your forefathers worshipped Sigmar too!

Ah, yes.

Ah, yes.

Sigmar the false god.

The coward.

Sigmar the soul-stealer.

The traitor god.

Now why would we turn our backs on him?

[grunts of approval]

All we want is to survive.

And I will ensure that we do.

[Singri] It’s the land they want.

The realm they turned their backs on.

They don't give a sh*t about us.

They don't give a sh*t about us.

Isn't that right, city-man?

[sighs]

Why do our peoples
still fight amongst ourselves

when there are true monsters
all around us?

We are all children of the realms.

There is always a choice.

Our choices are our own.

[coughs]

I know.

Just as you know there is another way.

Just as you know there is another way.

Your death is coming,
if you do not see that.

Be sure of... [groans]

[gasps]

[retching]

[choking]

[grunts]

He'd already told us
more of them are coming.

[Gunnar] I couldn't stand
his jaw flapping.

City-men.

City-men.

Worthless.

And yet our weak
still die on their spears.

We move at first light.

Long Erik, you have the watch.

What? Why me again?

[gasps]

Because you are a worthless runt.

Now go.

[wind howling]

[snoring]

[rustling]

Huh?

[gasps]

-[horn blows in distance]
-[gasps]

Hey! The pass! There are hundreds of them!

So close? Where the hell was Long Erik?

So close? Where the hell was Long Erik?

I don’t know. He’s gone.

[sighs] Said he was a sh*t sentry.

We'll go take a look.

I'll gather the clan.

We'll make for the forest.

The forest? Why not here?

The trees will break their ranks.

Trust me.

The old gods will give us strength.

For the clan.

Aye.

Whatever it takes.

[grunts]

sh*t.

Storm warriors.

Uncle’s right.

Only the gods can save us now.

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You're still carting around that carcass.

We haven't time for a sacrifice now,

and it stinks like sh*t.

[Jorvak] If you say so, little brother.

This better work.
The enemy are getting close.

I say we swear the oath.

[chuckles] You make me proud, daughter.

Fine. Make it quick.

Harken, ye gods.

Harken, ye gods.

I will k*ll whoever has taken our people.

By my oath, I will give the gods their due

to keep the tribe safe.

I will protect my family from harm.

-This I swear.
-This I swear.

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[dramatic music]

Come.

We have a path to follow.

[Gunnar grimaces] They're already here.

They herded us like sheep.

They herded us like sheep.

Smarter than they look.

[Valara] There they are.

[battle cries]

Open fire!

[grunts] Scatter!

[Valara] Over there!

Jorvak, watch out!

[horse whinnies]

Loading!

Loading!

[grunts]

Watch out!

Look out!

[screams]

-They're everywhere.
-Watch the flank.

Come together.

[grunts, groans]

I bring you death!

[grunts]

[scoffs] Pathetic!

Bring them down!

[gasps]

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sh*t!

[screams]

[grunts]

[gasps]

Jorvak!

There’s only one left!

Jorvak?

Jorvak!

Dismount, cannibal.

Cannibal?

I’d rather eat skaven!

I will end this one.

Go find Jorvak.

The gods await your victory.

[beast screeches]

[screeching]

[beast howling in distance]

[screeching]

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Let’s finish this, daemon-worshipper!

Daemons?

You know nothing about us.

[shouts]

[groans, grunts]

[groans, grunts]

Go on then.

Prove me right.

[beast grunting]

[Gunnar] It was you.

You k*lled them.

Your own people.

To offer them to this... thing!

[Jorvak] Don't you see it?

Our enemies close in.

Our enemies close in.

The gods will give us power.

To defeat the city-men.
To feed our people!

[Gunnar] Why Long Erik?

Why the elders?

Why our people and not the city-men?

You know nothing of sacrifice.

It has to hurt!

Go back to your scuffle, little brother.

You've lost your way.

Look at it, Gunnar.

Just look at it.

This is the truth.

This is no patron.

It will k*ll us all.

It feeds on loss.
That is the oath I swore.

That is the price I pay.

Only children cling to innocence.

You think we survive
because of your precious cave,

your snow-water, Singri’s rat-meat?

We survive through the favour of the gods!

I am the chieftain, and I do what I must!

I am the chieftain, and I do what I must!

You lead us into damnation.

Fool, Gunnar. Fool.

This is the way of the realm.

It will always be like this,
now and forever.

We all die, in the end.

Better to go in glory!

You know it, in your heart, brother.

You too walk the red path.

I walk my own.

I walk my own.

[screeches]

[roars]

[screeching in pain]

[grunts]

-[roars]
-[gasps]

[screeches]

I see you, beast!

-[grunts]
-[screeches in pain]

[wheezing]

Look away, Singri.

Father! Father, no.

He k*lled Long Erik.

He k*lled Long Erik.

He k*lled them all.

He can't have! The Freeguild!

He gave Erik to this beast.

He k*lled his own kin.

And now you k*ll him?

Your own brother?

He left me no choice.

It has to be this way.

Stay your damn hand!

The fire rages.

The city men will not press further.

For now.

What now, then, if Jorvak is lost?

I will lead.

What claim have you?

I am the bane of monsters.

No matter their shape.

By this truth I claim the right.

[Gunnar] No matter what mistakes
were planted in the past.

No matter what dark harvest
they might yield.

We will rise.

The favour of the gods will be upon us.

This I swear.

This I make my oath!

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