- Corin: When a Cimmerian feels thirst, it is a thirst for blood. When he feels cold, it is the cold edge of steel. For the courage of a Cimmerian is tempered: he neither fears death... nor rushes foolishly to meet it. To be a Cimmerian warrior, you must have both cunning and balance as well as speed and strength.
- Corin: What is most important when making a sword, fire or ice?
- Young Conan: Fire.
- [Corin looks at Young Conan with some disbelief]
- Young Conan: [pause] ... Ice?
- Corin: Are you sure?
- [pause; then Corin strikes the anvil with a newly-forged sword which breaks]
- Corin: Fire... and ice. That is the mystery of steel.
- Khalar Zym: You're bold, Northerner. I admire courage, even when it's foolish.
- [holding up a bag of gold in exchange for Tamara]
- Khalar Zym: Your reward!
- Conan: I do not want your gold.
- Khalar Zym: No? Then what?
- Conan: I want your head.
- Corin: [Corin has just put an egg in each of the student's mouths, except Young Conan's, in preparation for a test] The first to circle the hills and return, the egg unbroken, earns the right to fight with the warriors.
- [Sends the students on the way as a Young Conan is looking disappointed]
- Corin: Oh, by Crom, boy. What are you waiting for?
- [Gives Young Conan an egg as he rushes on his way]
- [last lines]
- Corin: [Conan remembering his father's words] The sword we make will be yours one day. But before you wield it, you must first understand it.
- [first lines]
- Narrator: In between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the rise of the Sons of Aryas, there was an age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world. Then, came the dark empire of Acheron, where cruel Necromacers sought 'Secrets Of Resurrection'. They crafted a mask from the bones of kings, and awakened it's wrath with the pure blood of their daughters. The mask summoned spirits of unspeakable evil, giving them power that no mortal man should posses.
- Narrator: Acheron enslaved the civilized world. Only The Barbarian tribes were left to rise up against them. The mask was shattered and Acheron vanished. Each tribe kept a shard so that no man might attempt to join them back together, and drive the world once again into chaos and ruin. The pieces were scattered across the land and remained hidden for ages.
- Narrator: But prophecy spoke of the man who would someday try to reassemble the mask and rule the world. So, came the dawn of Hyborian Age, a time both bleak and brutal. And so came a child, born of battle...
- Corin: Come. Time to forge a blade. This sword we make will be yours one day. But before you wield it, you must understand it. The sword must bend or it will break. It must be tempered.
- Conan: That's the name of the man who killed my father.
- Artus: Zym? Do you know who that is? I am told he's the angel of death.
- Conan: I leave tonight to pursue him in Shaipur.
- Artus: We can sail as far as the bay near the Shaipur Outpost.
- Conan: You can wait for me there.
- Artus: Wait? I'm not your serving maid. I will go with you.
- Conan: Not this time, Artus. This is something I must do alone.
- Khalar Zym: Tell me why have you and these monks chosen to hide here like vermin for a thousand years?
- Fassir: We live here in peace. We have no riches. We do not make war. We value life.
- Khalar Zym: You value life. Do you forget what happened in the forests of Ophir? When all the nations of Hyboria hunted a woman as if she were an animal? When both I and my daughter were forced to watch Maliva, my innocent wife, be lashed to the wheel and set aflame? No. What you value is death.
- Khalar Zym: Your mother will return to me.
- Marique: My powers are growing inside of me. My mother's blood flows through me. I can help you uncover the secrets of Acheron, just as she did. I can have them all kneeling before you, just as I kneel before you now.
- Khalar Zym: My Marique, you are like your mother. In so many ways.
- [places his thumb on Marique's lips, she begins to suck, he pushes her away]
- Khalar Zym: But you are not her.
- Conan: Why does Khalar want you?
- Tamara: I am a simple monk. I am of no value to a warlord.
- Remo: She's lying!
- [Conan draws his sword]
- Remo: It's her blood. Her blood is special. She's last of the bloodline of Acheron.
- Tamara: [to Conan] Wait. Don't kill him yet.
- [to Remo]
- Tamara: You are mistaken. That bloodline ended a thousand years ago.
- Remo: You lie, whore!
- Tamara: [to Conan] You can kill him now.
- Artus: The Barbarians may be warriors, but they do not sacrifice their children or enslave their allies like the priests and princes of the civilized world.
- Marique: [tasting Tamara's blood] It is she. The pureblood descendent of the Necromancers of Acheron.
- Marique: Did you know I met your Barbarian when he was a boy? That I took this sword from him? I'm told Cimmerian steel is sharper and harder than any other, that when it cuts, the pain is close to pleasure. I know that will please you.
- Tamara: I welcome death.
- Khalar Zym: Your death shall herald a new age of Acheron. The spirits I raise will melt flesh from the bones of kings. And my wife will make me a god, and we will cast all rivals into oceans of blood.
- Marique: Imagine that your body is a vessel. And your soul is the water that fills it. When your blood seeds the mask, my father will empty you.
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