Where are you going, brother?

I did it. With my spear!

You should be proud of your body.

Nor is it mere chance that I am the teller of his tale.

The gods are pleased with you. They will watch the battle.

But whatever, freedom...

Infidel!

Father!

Food.

What is steel compared to the hand that wields it?

To the west, Nemedia, Aquilonia. To the south, Koth, Stygia. Snakes! Everywhere these evil towers.

But always there remained the discipline of steel.

They said you would come. From the north, a man of great strength. A conqueror. A man who would someday be king by his own hand. Who would crush the snakes of the earth.

Seek.

Mounds have been here since the time of the Titans.

To hell with Thulsa Doom. He's evil. A sorcerer who can summon demons. His followers' only purpose is to die in his service.

You, my children, are the water...

You.

But whatever, freedom...so long an unremembered dream, was his. Crom.

Let me die not in hunger...

This place is kept by powerful gods

He began to realize his sense of worth.

My child. You have come to me, my son. For who now is your father if it is not me? Who gave you the will to live?

And unto this, Conan...destined to bear the jeweled crown of Aquilonia...upon a troubled brow.

But you know, success can test one's mettle...

There comes a time, thief, when the jewels cease to sparkle...

...seeking for the truth of her soul...

Is this your robe, your priest's robe?

Mounds have been here since the time of the Titans. Kings buried in them, great kings. Domains once glittered like the light on the windy sea. Fire won't burn there. No fire at all. That's why I live down here in the wind.

How can you reach emptiness without knowing your own body?

My god is greater.

All manner of pleasures and diversions were indulged.

To hell with Thulsa Doom. He's evil.

I'm so cold.

In your hand you hold my light...a gleam in the eye of Set. This flame will burn away the darkness...burn you away to paradise!

Sit here. Sit here!

Let me tell you of the days...of high adventure.

And this one was thrust into a father's heart...by his very son.

Let's take the world by the throat, and get what we desire.

Good.

In even worse company.

To hell with Thulsa Doom. He's evil. A sorcerer who can summon demons. His followers' only purpose is to die in his service.

Mounds have been here since the time of the Titans. Kings buried in them, great kings. Domains once glittered like the light on the windy sea. Fire won't burn there. No fire at all. That's why I live down here in the wind.

All that is evil, all that have eyes...your parents, your leaders. Those who would call themselves

He is Conan, Cimmerian. He won't cry.

Father!

I am Subotai, thief and archer.

These are the thieves

He did not care anymore.

And we who found it...are just men.