01x06 - Returned

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Do you hear it?

That iron tongue on bronze

That steady, ringing command

Calling us to w*r.

Not from the shadows

Not from far lands

But here, outside the walls of our home.

Steady, fire!

And when w*r 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 w*r 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 w*r.

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 k*ll 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.

k*ll 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.