Two Worlds

This is my Two Worlds 2 playthrough...
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He looked at the corpses, dumbfounded. He had caught a glimpse of the archer, it was an orc. He thought their race had been wiped out in the war. Now a mysterious woman approached him. A female orc...?



Her face was hidden behind a mask but he could see enough to make out she wasn't an orc. He features were that of an elf... but elves had not been seen for an age. They had withdrawn from the world and no one knew where they had went. He was baffled...



"I,m not going to hurt you. We're here to help. Now let's go!" she said.

"This is it... We came here for this? I pray that our desperation hasn't clouded the Prophet's judgement," the Orc warrior said. "What's this all about?" the prisoner wondered. "There's no time! Everything will be explained once we reach Alsorna. Now go with Dar Pha." "I'm not leaving without my sister... not without Kyra." "Kyra is not the objective. You are. She is heavily guarded and the stakes are too high to risk losing either of you. Coming with us is the only hope you have of saving your sister," the warrior said. "This is suicide. You'll never breach Gandohar's defenses," the prisoner said. "We made it this far, didn't we? Now get on with it. It won't be long before Gandohar's army is made aware of our presence. If you reach the exit before us, take it."
The prisoner followed Dar Pha...
"We have to get to higher ground," she urged. "Hold on, who was that back there?" he said. "We don't have time for this. If you must know, Rogdor is the last General of the Orc Army." "But they were wiped out at the battle of Oswaroth! No Or survived." "Sadly, not many of us did," Dar Pha said. "How did he survive?" "Rogdor was inside the castle walls, on a mission to sabotage the main gate. He wa captured, tortured for days. All while our people were slaughtered by Gandohar and his army." "But they let him live?" the prisoner said. "They did things to him you could never imagine, before the Prophet intervened and set him free. We don't have time for this." "Just tell me who's responsible for this. Who is this Prophet?" "She leads what remains of Gor Gammar... the last of the Orcs," Dar Pha said. "How is that possible?" the prisoner wondered. "Look, a great deal of planning went into this and I'm not putting our lives in jeopardy so we can discuss like a committee. Now, come on."

"The second floor should be deserted," Dar Pha said. "How do you know all this?" the prisoner wondered. "Many gave their lives for the information to save yours. Now stay close, I'd rather their sacrifice not be in vain." 



"This isn't right. There should be a door here," Dar Pha said. "The only door I see is the one we came in," the prisoner said. "We can't afford to find another route. We have to get on the other side of this wall. There must be a switch." "If there is, I'll find it." "I'll guard the door," she said.

"Await my return."



"Understood, master." "My Lord! Something happened... the guards, they... they're all dead! Their bodies have been found in the dungeons... And... and he's gone!"



"What!? You worthless fool. Find him, find him now or fall on your sword." "Yes, sire, as you command."



"We can't trust them to take him alive. Sordahon! See to it that this is taken care of." "He will not leave this castle. Be assured of that." "I have matters to attend to. And Sordahon... He's not alone..." "As you wish, master."

"Who the hell was he talking to?" Dar Pha said. "Sordahon. Led Gandohar's army against the Orcs," the prisoner replied. "Then let's avoid an introduction." "I take it you have a plan?" "The Emperor has a teleport in the throne room. The others will meet us there," she said. "What happened to avoiding introductions?" "Never said the plan was perfect." "Suppose it's the thought that counts," he said. "Look, we need to get moving."

"You sound certain, sordahon," Rogdor said.

When Sordahon grabbed Rogdor's sword, the fight seemed over...



"Yes... I am. I'll make it quick... You deserve as much. We're done here... take the others," Sordahon said.
 


Sordahon's arrogance gave Rogdor the opportunity he needed...



"No... Now we're done. Mankind will bleed out from their own arrogance before their words will afford them credence," Rogdor said.

The soldiers hesitated a moment, then they stormed in...



"Ghortarius is waiting," Rogdor said. 



"Hurry! Through the teleport!" Ghortarius said.



"There they are! Get them!"

"Can you walk?" he said. 



"Don't worry about me. We have to go!" she said. "They sealed the teleport!" he said. "There's another way, in the dungeon. We can make it if we hurry."



And so, the prisoner was once again running to catch up with Dar Pha...

"Watch out!" he cried out. "That was close," she said. "Not close enough. Now what?" "Try the door to the right." "And if it's locked?" he said. "Then pick the damn thing." "Fair enough." "Here, take these lockpicks," she said. 



"Thanks. Guess I'll see you on the other side," he said.
Picking the lock turned out to be child's play...



"Welcome to plan B..." Dar Pha said. "Where the hell are we?" he wondered. "There should be an alchemy lab on the other side of this door. We can use the supply teleport." "Hope you're right..."

"This part of the dungeon is sealed, there's no way out. They couldn't have gone far... Spread out and find them!"



"Look what we have here... There's nowhere left to run. You're mine." "Who said anything about running?" the prisoner said. 



The soldier was no match for the prisoner, a former mercenary...



"Is he..?" Dar Pha said. "Just unconscious. He's only a soldier, he's just following orders," the prisoner said. "Heh. Anyway, portal's ready. Let's go."

"Wrong place," she said.

"Well, at least it's the right island. Hazards of trusting an Orc mage. We should get to the camp. This way..." Dar Pha said. "What is this place?" the mercenary wondered. "Home. A little island northeast of Elkronas, called Alsorna." "Lovely."
Not watching her step, Dar Pha got her leg caught in a bear trap...



"Take a It's no use. We need tools for this. Follow the path to the teleport up ahead. Rogdor will know what to do. Go! Wait! Watch out for Groms. They're all over this part of the island. If they see us... we're both dead," she said. "How should I handle this?" he wondered. "Just try to stay out of sight. If you find yourself with limited options... approach from the rear and dispatch them quickly and quietly with this dagger. Here." "Don't worry, I'll be discrete."




The mercenary reached the teleport...

"Finally..." Rogdor said when the mercenary emerged from the teleport. "We used the other teleport, dropped us near the peninsula... Dar Pha..." "Where is she now?" "Caught in a trap, near the edge of this island. Killed a few Groms on the way..." the mercenary said. "Groms, a parasite infesting the east of Alsorna. Probably another hunting party. Ghortarius, find Dar Pha! Nortar, cover the rear!" "What's the plan?" "Time to assemble our own hunting party. Follow me!" Rogdor said.



"Take the lead. It's time to see what you're capable of," Rogdor said. "Any advice?" "Remember to block. Now go!"



"I see you havn't lost your touch completely," Rogdor said. "Yeah... I was expecting worse," the mercenary said. "It's not over yet. Remember that once you've blocked your opponent you can easily counter his attack with a quick, decisive strike. Keep that in mind during your next engagement."
The mercenary had to trouble defeating the next Grom...
"Not bad but not all your opponents will leave themselves so open to attack. You'll find that a strong defensive stance can be difficult to break," Rogdor said. "What do you suggest?" the mercenary said. "Force. Swing down on your opponent, breaking his footing and opening up his defenses."
A ravine was seprating them from the Groms. A fallen tree was the only route across...

"I'm impressed. Now, let's finish this. Trip the log, and stand back. The distraction should give Nortar and Ghortarius enough time to make their move," Rogdor said. "I'm on it," the mercenary said.




Rogdor was gone when the mercenary crossed the log, but...



"You've been followed. Take this bow and finish them off," Nortar said. "Thought you went with the mage?" the mercenary said.
The mercenary shot the Groms easily enough as they crossed the log.
"I've seen worse. This time, try taking down two at once," Nortar said. "How do you suppose I do that?" the mercenary said. "Draw two arrows..." "Huh...

"Fall back to the camp," Nortar said. "Lead the way."


"Not bad. Looking forward to seeing how you handle yourself after a meal and some rest," Rogdor said. "And Dar Pha?" the mercenary said. "Ask her yourself..." "Seems unsafe to let Groms get this close. These attacks happen often?" "Groms are scavengers preying on the weak and wounded. They keep to their side of the island. If not, we remind them..." Rogdor said. "They have any equipment worth salvaging?" "In your state, they'd tear you apart. Spare yourself the embarrassment of another rescue..." "Fair enough. How's the ankle?" he said.


"I've lived through worse. As long as we're still breathing, Ghortarius can usually keep it that way. I heard Rogdor put you to work..." Dar Pha said. "Least I can do," he said. "We'll see if you feel the same way in a couple weeks." "Don't hold me to it." "We should get moving. She's been waiting for you," she said. "The Prophet? I almost forgot..." "Be grateful she didn't..." "Fair enough. Lead the way..." the mercenary said. "You ever stop talking?" Dar Pha said. "You ever take off the mask...?"


"This is it... This bridge leads to the Prophet's chamber," Dar Pha said. "Bridge?" "Stand back!" Ghortarius said.


"Well... Got any fight left in you?" Ghortarius said. "What's wrong?" the mercenary said. "Necris. Dark energy known to wear human bones as armour. Their magic interferes with my own. Ever used a staff before?" "Not lately." "Better than never. I... there! Stand still for a moment..." Ghortarius said.

"I'll let you take it from here. You'll need to deal with our guests. Use this staff. I recommend Fire Bolts... personal favorite," Ghortarius said. "Thanks."


"Good. But you won't always have the luxury of a vantage point. Necris will often swarm, leaving little time for a precise response. When you find yourself surrounded, rely on an area of effect spell, like Fire Blast. In fact... why don't you head down to the pentagram in the center of the room and give it a go," Ghortarius said. "Souns easy enough..."


"You did well... for a human. Time to head back," Ghortarius said.


"Let's try this again..." Ghortarius said. "Take your time."

The mercenary crossed the bridge...


"At last, you're here. Please, rise. You look much different than I'd imagined. The years have been kind to you." "Shouldn't a prophe... Thank you..." he said. "While you require little introduction, my name is Cassara," she said. "I... how long have I?" "Years, I'm afraid. The world has changed much in that time. Your enemies have prospered much in your absence." "Is that why you freed me?" he wondered. "We've come to understand that your sister is in fact the chosen vessel of Aziraal - fire lord of Antaloor. Gandohar has been drawing power from her since your capture. He has used this power to seize the throne and declare himself Emperor, decimating all that stand to oppose him." "If Kyra is so important, why leave her behind?" "Such an attempt might have cost us dearly. Gandohar is not yet aware of your role in the events that lay ahead... an advantage that will prove to be quite valuable," she said. "Will we be able to help her?" "That remains to be uncertain. The process Gandohar uses to draw power from Kyra is quite destructive. He has been able to offset the strain on he body using dark magic to make your strenth her own. But one can only take so much. Removing her from the castle is an omen... she may not have much time..." "You better have a better answer than that." "Forgive me. While my gifts allow me to peer into the future... I am often not given the comfort of choosing what it is I'm shown. I saw great danger lurking within the walls of Castle Vahkmaar. If Gandohar is allowed to continue down this path, your sister's life won't be the only one lost," Cassara said. "You've seen this?" "Come forward and allow me to show you."

He approached the Prophet...


"What... What was..." he said. "The end," she said. "What makes you think we can stop it?" "This is but a path... not destiny. I... I'm afraid we'll have to continue this later." "Are you alright?" he said. "I'll be fine. Dar Pha will lead you to your quarters. The Orcs have assembled some equipment for you on the table to your right. Do take it with you?" "I will. Thank you." "Welcome home," she said.


"Cassara mentioned you might have somewhere for me to put my things?" he said. "Let's get you settled. Take this, it'll be dark soon," Dar Pha said.