[pulsing music playing]
[intense music playing]
[thunder crashes]
[soldiers grunting in rhythm]
Onward, men, through hell.
Conquest await--
[gasping]
[dramatic music playing]
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- [coughing] - [seabirds screeching]
[mysterious music playing]
The island of legend.
This will make a fine addition to my kingdom.
But-- [scoffs]
I fear your army perished in the storm, sire.
Scaevola, you silly whore's whelp.
An army does not make a king.
A king makes an army.
In fact... you there, boy!
I, King Aelstrom, come to conquer this land and its people.
- [speaking ancient language] Just... you and the one-armed guy? - [Aelstrom] What is this gibberish?
Uh, uh, let me try. [clears throat]
[speaking ancient language] I herald the arrival of King Aelstrom of the North Lands.
He has chosen you as his first subject.
Prepare to receive his blessing!
[yells]
- [shouts] - [Aelstrom] Insolent dog.
Sire!
[groans]
You will pay for that, pathetic beach wench.
[groaning]
[gasping]
Yet... Aelstrom lives.
I always said that I was destined to rule forever,
but I never dared dream that I was speaking literally.
[chuckles] Even death itself is humbled before my radiant majesty.
[gasps] Sire.
I seem to be immortal, too.
Well, uh, you must be protected by the corona of my magnificence.
[Urda speaking ancient language] You loons.
This is Aeternum.
Nobody dies, nobody leaves.
What's that witch saying, Scaevola?
She says this island is called Aeternum.
Everyone is immortal here.
Gods.
Well, then I shall rule an eternal kingdom of eternal subjects,
eternally kneeling before me in grateful servitude.
[chuckles]
Onward, Scaevola.
Conquest awaits.
[Scaevola straining]
All rise to receive your new king and ruler,
Aelstrom of the Northern Shores.
[King Zimah] Huh. I'm sorry.
- Who are you? - [Aelstrom laughs]
Very amusing.
For who does not know the name of Aelstrom?
I have come to give this Aeternum the benefit of my just rule.
I challenge you to a duel.
To the victor, the crown.
- [gulps] - [Aelstrom chuckles]
You look like you're sucking on a lemon, Scaevola.
I only fear the fool who would dare face you, sire.
No, no, forget the chest plate.
Let them admire their new king.
- [dramatic music playing] - [onlookers cheering]
[screaming]
[grunts]
[gasps]
Yet...
Aelstrom lives.
Thank the gods that I'm whole again.
I feared for an instant that I might be left half a man.
What a blessing that I was not disfigured and crippled
before we arrived in Aeternum.
Like you were, Scaevola.
Yep, the gods are merciful.
[laughs]
You will spend eternity a one-armed man.
[both laugh]
Scaevola, who wipes his ass and eats his mush with the same hand.
Yeah. [laughs]
Oh, mercy.
[laughing]
They cannot kill my spirit, and now... they cannot kill me.
Onward, Scaevola.
Conquest awaits.
- [creaking] - [Scaevola straining]
That crown belongs to Aelstrom,
you silky-bearded Babylonian cur.
- [sighs] - [lighthearted music playing]
But in combat, the fortunate prevail as often as the skilled.
Let us have instead a test of strategy.
To the victor, the crown.
[King Zimah] Checkmate.
Damn it.
[grunting]
[groans]
[shouting]
- [Aelstrom screams] - He was, uh, born royalty, wasn't he?
His father was king.
- And his father's father before him. - [grunting]
- His father's father's father-- - [yelps]
Yeah, got it.
Your king is not of royal blood?
[grunts]
- [Zimah's aide] Son of a cobbler. - [yells]
And yet... Aelstrom lives.
How can this be?
I mean, ever since I was a child, every competition, duel after duel,
Aelstrom is victorious.
I'm a peerless swordsman, horseman, chess man, wrestle man.
- Wherever men contend. - [Scaevola] Sire?
I may have the answer.
Yes.
It must be dark magic.
No, sire, the truth is the duels you fought in the old country,
they weren't real.
Are you saying I dreamed them, Scaevola?
No. Those people let you win.
And why would they do such a thing?
Because you were king and they were servants.
- [groans] - My liege,
as your subject, as one who would be your friend,
you're pretty bad at doing things.
[dramatic music playing]
Slave, dog, bow before your king.
Never again pollute Aelstrom's sight with your craven existence.
[yelps, grunts]
[panting]
- [pensive music playing] - [groans]
He speaks of himself in the third person.
I have lost my king.
What am I supposed to do now?
- [rumbling] - [suspenseful music playing]
[sorcerer] What do you seek?
Dominion and the power to seize it.
[Aelstrom laughs]
Dominion is mine.
- All shall kneel-- Aah! - [creature snarling]
My pancreas!
[tense, dramatic music playing]
And yet...
Aelstrom lives.
[sorcerer] What do you seek?
[Aelstrom] Dominion is mine.
- [creature snarling] - It's the liver!
- [sorcerer] What do you seek? - Dominion. Remember?
- [creature snarling] - [gasps]
[Aelstrom] I'll teach you.
- Wait, wait, wait. Not the face. - [snarling]
[dramatic choral music playing]
- [laughs, yells] - [whooshing]
Just rearrange things a little bit
so that your army is more in this region here.
[Aelstrom] I have given years,
my heart, my very soul
for power beyond the dreams of any but an immortal king.
That crown belongs to Aelstrom!
[explosive whooshing]
[soft whistling]
Aelstrom.
- [growls viciously] - [King Zimah] It's been a while.
[grunting angrily]
[dramatic music playing]
I'm...
...bored with killing you.
[somber music playing]
[groans softly]
Scaevola.
You would still offer me your hand after all I have done?
That's what this island is.
An eternity of second chances.
Scaevola.
[grunts, laughs] I got it!
- [laughing] - [lighthearted music playing]
I finally got it!
[Aelstrom continues laughing]
[seabirds screeching]
[pensive music playing]
[sighs]
Scaevola?
[speaking ancient language] I need... you... help.
No kidding.
You teach me... to make... forge?
You? It'll take a while.
I have time.
- [dramatic, hopeful music playing] - [hammering]
[gentle music playing]
[Aelstrom] Scaevola.
Forged from the crown of a king.
For you, Aelstrom's friend.
I mean... my friend.
[uplifting music playing]
[grunts]
[gentle music playing]
[hopeful music playing]
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[dramatic music playing]
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