S3 E19

 

Everyone wakes up in the cave

Chui is not here

Prince says the storm has no broken, to Brink

He suggests Chui has gone out to check on the storm

Brink is concerned that Prince didn’t sleep

Birgitta is not there

Henri and Chester awake

 

Birgitta comes back with some fish

 

Chester asks where Chui has gone

Brink says he is checking the storm

 

Brink, we are still headed for Gearberg, yes?

Prince says we want to head to the Tyrant of the Peak

 

Birgitta laughs at Chui being a guide

He’s no guide

Brink asks if it a challenge or a race

 

Chester, so we’re just going from bear hole to bear hole

Birgitta stares at him, coldly

Chester, what? I’m not used to having breakfast with a bear

 

Prince asks how Chester knows Henri

Chester explains that they banded together to stop the dragon, haven’t known each other since they were little or anything

 

Brink asks Birgitta why the area around her cave is so calm in the storm, if that is why she is staying there

It’s safest to hunker down, that’s all she’s done

 

The cave prevents the storm?

That’s just how its done

Prince - how long does the storm last?

As long as it lasts

 

Henri awakes and stretches overly athletically

Mentions how Chiu is gone, presumably to pull pranks, so everyone watch out

Henri asks if Birgitta has a bathroom or shower

“Dig yourself a hole out back.”

Henri freaks out a bit

“Cover it over when you’re done”

 

Those of you who know the north, are we staying or are we leaving?

Seeing as the only person who knows the north better than you has warned us away from going out

By the time we leave the dragon will melt all this snow anyway

The storm could go on for months…

I think we should get moving then.

 

The group discuss travel plans - it will take at least a week to get to gearburg, and the group will need to cling to shelter where possible. They have food and tents, but not a cave - obviously

 

Birgitta basically trashes the place - this reveals that the cave is more of a tent

 

We only have enough food for five days, we should make good progress

 

The camp has a circle of fish head totems around it, the storm fails to pass beyond them

 

You couldn’t find a prettier decoration?

Trust me, the orcs hate it

Orcs hate fish?

They associate it with me I guess

 

An angel doesn’t tell - don’t ask what people have in their pants - Chiu didn’t mind

 

The group head into the direction of Gearburg, the cold quickly taking its toll

 

Birgitta hears a shrill noise which barely pierces the howling of the wind, and notices some snow cascade off of a nearby snow drift

Prepare yourselves

 

Brink draws her claymore. Henri draws fans.

 

Birgitta plunges a paw into the f=drift and wrenches out half a drow body, horribly maimed. Its hears slowly lolls at her, then begins to drag itself slowly towards the group

Snaps the neck, throws it back in the drift

 

The shrill noise is heard by everyone now, and seemingly in response, several more corpses claw out of the drift, and several more spill over the drift from over the top

 

Chester stabs one with his new dagger, shoving it back into the dune. He relaxes, only to be grabbed by the wrist

 

Birgitta walks forward and pats them back into the snow drifts to clear a bath

 

Jack climbs atop a sled, unfurls his wings and shouts “By her love! Protect us from evil!”

The area is lit with glowing crystal petals

 

Brink dismembers then decapitates one of the corpses

 

Henri retracts blades from the fans and slices the throats of three bodies. The cut is deep enough to kill a person, but the bodies march on. The fourth blow severs the wrist grabbing Chester

 

Chester backs away to the opposite dune, thanks Henri. The hand on his wrist clenches, snapping his wrist, and more hands drag him into the dune.

 

Brink advises the group leave - the walking dead only appear to attack once they have made physical contact with someone, they usually just walk mindlessly

 

Birgitta throws a rat from her belt into the horde ahead of the group. A slathering, animalistic noise flares in its direction, and a snapping of jaws

Henri points this out, then lets the group know Chester has been pulled away

The wolves are fine if you feed them. Chester better get his arse back here.

 

The guardian spirits in Jack’s aura offer each of the group a kiss on the forehead

Jack summons a spinning glaive, pinkish crystal, which strikes one of the corpses nearest him

 

Brink picks up the sled rope again, forging forward

Brink also rams her fingers into a body’s open throat, faint sparks crawling over her hand as the body crumples

 

Henri takes up the other sled, slashing at heads and faces on the way

 

The onslaught continues, and Henri’s arm is grabbed with crushing force. Henri can feel the cold through layers of clothing

 

Birgitta yells at the rest of the group to get out of the trench, waving the others on

 

Jack’s spirit guardians continue to pass fatally through the bodies

 

Brink tells Prince to close his eyes, imbues her sword with lightning, and hurls the bolt down the trench. A second clap bursts the rest of the bodies before the group, and Brink hurriedly drags the sledge forward.

 

Henri thoroughly hacks the wrist off of the corpse still holding on, then stabs some more nearby for good measure, Henri drags the sledge forward

 

Birgitta gives one last look to find Chester, she smells him in the snow drift, but he ain’t right, he’s one of them now

Birgitta falls to all fours and runs after the group

 

Prince commands the crystal glaive to take out any enemies behind Birgitta

Prince attempts to summon his wing bow, the wing comes over and makes the limbs of the bow but the grip comes from Prince’s palm now

 

Prince shoots the wing bow at a nearby zombie, he shoots one

Brink moves the sledge forwards, and curb stopped a zombie on the way passed

Henri closes up the gap between herself and Brink

There’s a few zombies between them and Birgitta

 

Brink asks if everyone is okay, apart from poor Chester

Watch your feet, there are still some moving

Birgitta punches through the pack that are in her way

 

They burst their way out of the trench

Prince heals Birgitta, one of the spirits kisses her forehead

She looks back angrily at him, no, no, I’m fine

Prince smiles cheekily

Camera pans back, away from the group, there is a field of snow drifts

There is a figure above the view, near a rock, half hunched over it, wearing a frayed cloak with a crooked, stove top hat, watching the tide of the dead crossing the dunes

Camera from the side of them, they have dark skin but it is difficult to tell if they are drow, frozen over, skin missing

The figure has a fingerless glove hand, shaking it grabs something hanging down from the throat, it is a set of panpipes, but the one just before the smallest one is a long hollow finger bone, they start blowing silently across them and it hits the bone and makes a shrill noise

 

After credits:

 

Back in the trench a lot of the zombies that were still up, have tried to mount the opposing dune

They are climbing up and over one another

Out from the dune it sags, and then twitches, it is Chester

The shrill tunes plays out

Chester looks in the direction of the figure

Brink, I did not get my knife back… or my axe…