Conan The Adventurer | S1E17 The Crystal Arrow | Full Episode | Boomer Channel
(dramatic orchestral music) – After the oceans swallowed Atlantis, and before recorded history, there was an age when mythical kingdoms spread across an uncharted world. This was the age of Conan. Enslaved as a boy, Conan grew into a warrior. He escaped to encounter mystery, magic and myth while forever facing the ultimate master of scorcery. Lover, friend, hero. His destiny was to free the oppressed and become a king by his own hand. Conan. (somber orchestral music) (horse galloping) – Hi-ya! Come on! Hi-ya! (horse galloping) – Two days, we’ve eaten nothing but berries and grass. Let’s stop and
hunt. There’s food on the hoof out there and I want it on my plate. – Good, I’m hungry, too. We’ll use you as bait. – Stop the noise. (horse snorts) We are close to a village. Soon, you will eat. (horse whinnies) (horse galloping) (footsteps) – Soldier of the dark forces. – This one belonged to the magician Khartan. – Magic. – I think we should choose another path. – This Khartan, he is a minion of Hissah Zul? – Both are enemies. They must have gotten to a certain point. (horse braying) Let’s get the horses. (woosh) (thwack)
(man screaming) – You should have brought more demons, Khartan! You’re running out! Why don’t you try me?! (woosh) (running footsteps) (yelling) (woosh) (thwack) (groaning)
(snick) (groaning) (woosh) (explosion) (smack) (thud) (woosh) (explosion) (woosh) – Watch out! (explosion) (yelling) (fire roaring) (thud) (footsteps) – Where are my arrows? My arrows. – There. – Go fetch them, please? (footsteps) My name is Rykon Pol. But who are you? – This is Zzeben, Bayu, Otli and I am Conan. – I have heard of you, Conan. – Here are your arrows. (metal grazing) – It is a talisman. It has much magic. – I hate magical objects. – Well, keep it and protect it from Hissah Zul. Guard it with all your lives, for if Hissah Zul
should possess it, he will be able to increase his vicious empire. – What do we do with it? – Take the key beneath the arch. It will lead you. – I do not understand! – Take it to the people beyond The Mystic Gates. They’ll… (grunting) – The Mystic Gates are sealed with a great magic. No man has passed beyond. No living man. (somber orchestral music) (fire crackling) – I do not care for talismen. Not even if it is precious to Hissah Zul. There is no choice. – The Mystic Gates have been sealed for centuries. How
do we get through to the people beyond? – We’ll go forward and trust Crom. (fire roaring) (crickets chirping) – (laughing) Oh, master, your squadron has been destroyed by a solitary, old man. (water bubbling) – A squadron, you fool. A patrol, a few men. And anyway, he had help. – From Conan. Yes. – His death will be first. – I never doubt you, master. Even though Conan now possesses The Crystal Arrow. – Not for long. Does Conan know the arrow’s powers? – He has been told it is the key to your ambitions in the Eastern lands,
sire. – Tell Khartan to have spies on the road to The Mystic Gates. Do not let Conan elude us. I am sure he will not disappoint me again. (fire wooshing) (chattering) (upbeat medieval music playing) (clapping) (metal clinging) (woosh) (cheering) – Warriors, come! Drink from my cup. (liquid pouring) (fire wooshing) – I have a great thirst. – Ah, then I shall satisfy you. I promise. (applause) – I don’t pay for empty cups or promises. – Empty? (liquid pouring) (applause) – Hmmm. – (speaking chant) (etheral humming) (laughing) (speaking chant) – Oh! Can we see it? One does
not often encounter such an item. – Perhaps later. (fire wooshing) (wooshing) (snick) (applause) – And how much later did you have in mind? – Not much. Not much at all. – Good. (wind blowing) (somber orchestral music) – My parents were also conjurers with a traveling fair. – They taught you well. And I would like to send a gift to whoever taught you this. – Oh, it’s only a skill like juggling or dancing. One day I shall have true power. – You already have power over me. – Now that is not a trick. That’s the beginnings
of my true potential as a sorceress. – Magic? – Does that frighten you? – For good reason it should frighten you, too. – Some people like to be frightened. – I don’t like tricks. I like what is real. What I can touch. – Then touch me. – Look who we have here. Karella. – You know this person? – I wasn’t sneaking. I just didn’t want to disturb you. What was it? “I like things that are real that I can touch.” “Then touch me.” I wanted to see this arrow, Conan. – You could have asked. –
May I see it? I want this, Conan. – Yes, we noticed that. – It is not mine to give or yours to steal. I have promised to take it to the people behind The Mystic Gates. – Then I will join forces with you. I could be helpful. – Yes, he might need some sneaking done. I will go with you. My knowledge of magic could be of real service. – Ha! – Beware, thief. My magic is real. I have studied the black arts. – Yes, one may never know when he’ll need an object raised. – I
will not go with either of you. – (sighs) (somber orchestral music) (footsteps) – (snoring) (water pouring) (snick) Take care! Or you’ll lose your liver. – How is it that you’re in such a foul mood? (fire crackling) – (grumbles) – Last night you drunk no grog. There were no sweet women to keep you awake. (horse whinnies) (laughing) Of course. That is exactly why he’s in such a foul mood. – Help me up. – (laughing) (birds chirping) – You also returned early, but I doubt for the same reason as me. – Not as different as you think.
It’s a long way to The Mystic Gates. We should leave now. – What, what is it? – The Crystal Arrow. – It was there last night next to your sword. – Karella. She was interested in it. We must find her trail. (dramatic orchestral music) – (laughing) Master, The Crystal Arrow has changed possession. It is in the hand of a woman. – Inform Khartan. (water bubbling) He lies in ambush for Conan on the road to The Mystic Gates. Forget Conan for now. Kill the woman who has stolen The Crystal Arrow. Kill her and retrieve it at
once. (chortling) (horses trotting) (birds chirping) – Karella came through here. But he lost the tracks on the rocky ground back there. – Why did she leave the main road? – That’s why. (wagon rolling) – Hi-ya. (whipping) – Isn’t that your little conjurer? – Zotana. (dramatic orchestral music) – She’ll drive right into them. (horse whinnies) – Hi-ya! – (growling) (horses galloping) (yelling) – Turn back! – Conan! I was looking for you! – Come on! Hi-ya! (driving dramatic orchestral music) (horse galloping) (sword unsheathed) – Hi-ya! (woosh) (explosions) – Hi-ya! Hi-ya! (explosion) (metal clanging) (snick) (grunting) (wooshing) (groaning)
(explosion) (wood clacking) (yelling) (explosion) (thuds) (wooshing) (smack) (groaning) (kick) (snick) (woosh) (explosion) – Faster! Fight, fight! (wagon rumbling) – Hi-ya, hi-ya! (horse galloping) – Come on! Hi-ya! Hi-ya! (metal clanging) (snick) (groaning) (horse whinnies) (thud) (woosh-smack) (groaning) (woosh-smack) (groaning) (horses galloping) – Yes! – Kill him! Kill him! (horse galloping) (arrows firing) (wooshing) (thwacks) – Move the right regiment! (arrows firing) (wooshing) (thwacks) (wooshing) (thwacks) – Back! Back! Retreat! (horse whinnies) (horses galloping) (horse trotting) – What is it, Karella? – It seems the thief was of use to you, after all. – I’m afraid you were. – Enough
to let me show you some of my own magical tricks? – Huh. We wouldn’t be here at all if you hadn’t stolen The Crystal Arrow. – It was stolen? – Oh, come on, Karella! Who is the master thief? – Who indeed? For I did not steal it, Conan. Zotana. – Where did she go? – She fled when the fighting started. – With The Crystal Arrow, no doubt. – She can’t be too far. (horses galloping) – Hi-ya! (horse whinnies) – Cha-gah! (ominous orchestral music) (water bubbling) – Master, your plans have failed you once more. – Khartan’s
head will soon resemble yours. Now quickly, where is The Crystal Arrow? – I’m not sure, great one. There were scores of arrows loosed. – Why can you not tell one from the other? – Those regions remain clouded as they always were, sire. It is the tube containing the arrow. It’s charged with a spell that cannot be penetrated. – Even by you. – I am only a skull, master. How can I do everything? – Begone! But, be vigilant. (somber orchestral music) – I’m still puzzled. Why’d you risk your life to help us? – Perhaps I’m fond
of you. – Huh. – It’s possible. – Karella. The truth. – It is. Well… The Crystal Arrow. – I knew it had some meaning for you. – When I saw it, an old memory was awakened. A tale I had heard somewhere, perhaps in my cradle, of arrows such as this. It is said to have magical properties. – I did not know magic attracted you. – It’s a part of our lives, Conan. But I am like you in this. I even like things that are real. That I can touch. Isn’t that what you told your little
conjurer? Ha! (woosh) – No. Stop it. – The Crystal Arrows were used by a noble clan of archers who ruled a great forest called Langdoor. – Isn’t Langdoor where you were found as an orphan? – Yes. I grew up wild among the trees. The bow was my means of life. A natural gift. – Do you think the archers of Langdoor were your people? (serene orchestral music) (footsteps) – I thought they had disappeared long before I was born. – The old archer could have been a survivor. Maybe he knew– – My mother? My father? Oh, who
knows? Perhaps. Perhaps there are survivors from… from the Langdoor wars. Archers who went past The Mystic Gates. They could be my people, Conan. My blood. (horse galloping) (dramatic orchestral music) – What is it? – Hi-ya, hi-ya! – There goes Zotana! (horse galloping) – Let’s follow him. (wagon moving) (horse galloping) – Hi-ya! Hi-ya! (donkey braying) – Conan! You’re safe! Thank the gods! – You might as well thank the archers. – I thought you might have been killed. And after I wronged you so. – You mean by stealing The Crystal Arrow? Where is it? – I didn’t
know who to trust. – How funny. We seem to have the same problem. – Hmm. I thought you had killed the old archer for the arrow, that’s why. – You knew him? – Rykon Pol was my friend. I now know it was Khartan who murdered him. – We’ll be going now. – No, wait! No, wait. You need me. – Oh, I’m sure we don’t. – I know the magic of the arrows. Without me, you will never get through The Mystic Gates. – We’ll find a way. (horse whinnies) – No, wait a moment. You know the
magic of the arrow? – Some of it. – Just some? – More than you. – And you knew the old archer? – Yes. – Let us take her with us. – As you wish. (horses trotting) (men chattering) (water splashing) (thunder) – Khartan! Conan defeats you again, yet you primp and preen yourself while he escapes with The Crystal Arrow. – They surprised us, your excellency. – You have one very small chance to redeem yourself, Khartan, for they are approaching The Mystic Gates even now. – We leave at once. – Pray to every demon that you know,
Khartan. Pray for speed. For speed. (thunder) (ominous orchestral music) (wind blowing) – The Mystic Gates. – The legend says no one shall pass through. Alive. (wind blowing) (somber orchestral music) (wind blowing) (zap) – Magic. I hate magic. (dramatic orchestral music) (horses galloping) – You said you knew the secret of the arrow’s magic. – I do. – Well? (wind blowing) – Some of it. – Tell us what Rykon Pol said. – Well, he said, uh, the arrow is a key. The secret is written on the shaft. – Well, all I see are marks and some lines.
– Were those his exact words? – Yes. No! Half written. He said the secret is half written on the shaft. I remember, that was a strange thing to say. (dramatic orchestral music) (horses galloping) (wind blowing) – What are the markings on the stones? (clapping) – Horses, not far. Coming in fast. – The lines. The lines, they’re symbols. They’re symbols! Who reads symbols? – I can. – Otli! – I think. – Read them. (chattering) (dramatic orchestral music) – Archers, take your positions! – Kill them! (wooshing) (thwacks) (thuds) (yelling) – Possessor of the arrow true is the
one who can get through. – The fight is going on! – Okay, okay! (wooshing) (thwacks) – (yells) (metal clanging) – Drawing nearer to the key, count four rooms, one-two-three. (punch) (metal clanging) – Getting it! One, two, three. – Okay, what takes it so long!? – Return to it’s home this shaft of light. Set the stones to make things right. The stone! Turn the stone, Conan! – (grunts) – Turn the stone! (rock rumbling) – Stop, there it is! It goes in there! (snick) (zap) (wind blowing) (etheral zapping) – Now that was a good trick. – Move
back! (wooshing) (thwack) (running footsteps) – Come on. Come on. (horses galloping) (somber orchestral music) – Ho. (horse whinnies) – You. Go through the arch. Do it now! Come on. Just do it. (ominous orchestral music) (zapping) (screams) (horse whinnies) – No sign of them. – They were caught beyond the mist. Hmm, they do not have the arrow. (footsteps) – Rykon Pol said you resembled his wife. Could you have been related? Do you know your lineage? – No, not really. The traveling fair found me as a baby by the side of the road. – So you could
be related to the archer clan. – I suppose so. I mean, we have similar origins. – But we are so different. I mean, I’m a warrior and you’re a conjurer. – Trickster, really. – (giggles) – It would be odd indeed if we were somehow related. – What do you mean? – Sisters, maybe? – Sisters. (footsteps) (ethereal humming) – Who are you and what do you want? This forest is deserted. No visitors. (footsteps) – I’m Conan, the Sumarian. – What do you want? I would like to know. – Have you heard of the archers of Langdoor?
– Heard of them? Of course I’ve heard of them. I was born to that clan. How’d you get here, anyway? – We were given this. – A crystal arrow. Of course, I should have known. The only way to get through. Who gave it to you? – You’ve heard the name Rykon Pol? – Rykon Pol, of course. Know it well. Used to live here, he did. – Was he your husband? – Uh, yes, I think so. It was a long time ago, of course. – He was killed in battle, trying to get back to you. –
Killed in battle, was he? That’s Rykon Pol. Out the door in the morning, battle all day, come home late. He always came home. Always. I’ve waited these many years. (footsteps) (ominous orchestral music) – (gurgling) (water bubbling) Ah, your general Khartan tried to go through The Mystic Gates three times. His men are starting to desert. – And The Crystal Arrow? – They used it to open The Mystic Gates and to close them again. – But there yet may be a way. (wind blowing) – There was this great magician from the Eastern Land. He helped us escape
from the armies of Hissah Zul. He closed The Mystic Gates. But he gave my husband the arrow so that he could go back into Sumaria to look for straglers. Including our daughter. – Your daughter stayed in Sumaria? – She was to have a child. – Zotana should hear this. – Where is she? – She went down the path between those two big trees. – What trees? How can you see through this fog? – It’s a seeing stone, of course. The eastern magician made it for me. – We should find her. – Why are you looking
so worried? – She has The Crystal Arrow. (footsteps) (zap) – (gasp) – What took you so long? (wind blowing) (horse whinnies) – The road beyond is foggy, but open. So? Where’s Conan? – Not far. His camp is just up the road. – We’ll wipe them out before they know we are here. Is this all the welcome I get? (kiss) What’s the matter with you? – It’s been a long day. (horse snorts) You’re, uh, going to kill Conan, are you? I thought you had to get the arrow back to Hissah Zul immediately. – At the moment,
his mood is unreliable. But if I bring him Conan’s head, he will look upon me with favor. But, why are you questioning me? – Khartan, we had a bargain. I’ve given up much, you know this. Not only have I betrayed a noble old man, but people who believed in me, one who has called me sister. I think, because of you, I have lost my soul. – (chortles) You didn’t lose it. You sold it to me for the power of magic. Remember? – And when do I get this power, Khartan? – I have given it to
you. – One trick?! One stupid little spell?! That’s not power. Or do you not have any real power, Khartan, hmm? – You are a beautiful woman, Zotana. And a clever conjurer. But really, your lust for power has made you rather stupid. – Then you will never have the arrow! (tense orchestral music) I’ll destroy it! (snick) – Now I have the arrow. (chortling) This way. – (gasping) (wind blowing) – The fog is thickening. (somber orchestral music) – The big one and the nice quiet fellow are down by the stream. – The little one and the black
are just now crossing the road. – Do you see Zotana? – No. (footsteps) (dramatic orchestral music) (yelling) (wooshing) (metal clanging) (thud) (snicks) – (low growling) (metal clanging) (snick) (metal clanging) (snick) (woosh) (thwack) (grunting) (woosh) (thwack) (grunting) (metal clanging) (punch) (kick) (thud) (metal clanging) (snick) – (growling) (snicks) – Over there! (woosh) (thwack) (groans) – (gasps) – Come on! – Zotana! (footsteps) (yelling) – (roaring) (wood clacking) (thud) (grunts) (metal clanging) (woosh) (thwack) (punch) (metal clanging) (punch) – Give me the head band. (kick) (woosh) (metal clanging) (snicks) (woosh) (thwack) (groaning) (smack) (punches) (thud) (metal clanging) (ethereal woosh) –
(yelling) – Karella! (woosh) (explosion) – (groaning) (woosh) (thwack) (thud) (wind blowing) (somber orchestral music) – I’m sorry, Karella. You could never be my sister. My sisters must be from a long line of (groaning) pickpockets and… – (chortling) – cheats and liars. No noble blood at all. – More than you ever will know. – (coughing) – At least Khartan is dead. Hissah Zul will never get through The Mystic Gates. I wish you were my sister, though. – (guffaws) – I would be so proud of you. – You will always be my sister. – (gasping) (birds chirping)
– (chortling) – You sure you want to go to the Eastern Lands? – You might enjoy going with us. – My destiny is here, Karella. – Well, hopefully there are survivors of the archer clans who have multiplied over the years. I may come back the head of an army. – Hopefully archers, not thieves. (laughing) – They can be both. Like me. (sips) – You’re one of a kind, Karella. – You’re getting smarter day by day, Conan. (somber orchestral music) – All set, Karella. Ride safely and stay out of trouble. – Ha, you sound like you
care. – We do. But whenever you’re around, there’s trouble and something always turns up missing. – You don’t mean missing, you mean stolen. – Oh, we know it when she does. (laughing) – Oh, we don’t mind that, but sometimes it’s from us that she steals. – Only on rare occasions. – You’re only with us on rare occasions. – We like having her around also, but I get tired of checking the horses three times a night. – I don’t steal horses anymore. (horse whinnies) It’s too much work. – No, you prefer jewels and coin. – Who
doesn’t? – Would you prefer I was a woman who… stayed at home, brought up children, cook, wash some man’s clothes in the stream? – You can cook? – (laughing) – And I can’t wash, either. – I understand that, Zzeben. Shame on you. – Oh, what’s wrong with babies? – You have them, Bayu. (pats) – (laughing) – Come, men. Bring my horse. – Some day she’ll change. – Won’t be soon enough for you. – What’s that supposed to mean? – She’s got your purse. – Karella! (running footsteps) (dramatic orchestral music)
