I sing of the tales of battles, heroes...witches and women.
12.03.2026 10:40
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I sing of the tales of battles, heroes...witches and women.
...and the blood became as snow.
Can you believe that? Huh?
I am Subotai, thief and archer. I am Hyrkanian, the great order of Kerlait.
Do flowers grow here?
Facing each other...but they're one.
Let's take the world by the throat, and get what we desire.
No one, not even you, will remember if we were good men or bad.
I'm so cold.
Is there a dagger such as this in her hand for me?
This place is kept by powerful gods and spirits of kings.
But whatever, freedom...so long an unremembered dream, was his. Crom.
I sing of the tales of battles, heroes...
These are the thieves you requested.
Oh! Crom!
Oh!
Have you ever felt such a wind? They blow where I live too. In the north of every man's heart.
More than 20 years ago. I was just a boy of four or five. The leaves were so dark and green then. The grass smelled sweet with the spring wind.
He said you were a wizard.
Let's waste no time.
...and he will ask, what's the rule of steel?
What good is he then?
I am the wellspring from which you flow. When I am gone...you will have never been. What will your world be without me?
Don't leave me! My lord! No, don't kill me! Father! The purging is at last at hand. Day of doom is here.
To the west, Nemedia, Aquilonia. To the south, Koth, Stygia. Snakes! Everywhere these evil towers.
The crossroads of the world.
With a sun and a moon below.
He is Conan, Cimmerian. He won't cry. So, I cry for him.
Food. Food! I have not eaten for days.
Hold me.