LEGACY OF TURELZEVIR: DOLL REAVER OFFICIAL GAME SCRIPT (FINAL DRAFT) SECTION 4 (TURELZEVIR) “The New Power of The Circle” EXT. FOREST The small purple time-portal opens for a second and spits TURELZEVIR out. He lands with neither grace nor dignity. He stands up and brushes the dirt off his green tunic. As he does so, he sees a small squirrel near his foot, investigating. TURELZEVIR waits for it to get close and stamps on it hard with a squeak. The time portal closes. He looks around and realises that he is in a forest. Not sure which direction will result in the most evil, he picks one at random. He sees a fox. Picking up another fox, he throws it at it. TURELZEVIR Mwhahahahah! He continues walking and sees the edge of the forest. Loud noise ahead, a gathering of some sort. As he reaches the edge of the forest, he looks onto the clear grassy plain ahead. TURELZEVIR Holy Big Bad Buckets! EXT. THE PILLARS OF NOSGOTH The Pillars of Nosgoth, grey and cracked, rise into infinity before him. On their base and around, not hundreds, definitely thousands, and maybe even tens of thousands, of clones in an almost-military formation. Clones of TUREL. At the right of them, a gigantic black and red van stands. On its side, a massive opening is giving hundreds of clones a way to march in. An incredibly hard clone army and an incredibly hard van. TURELZEVIR looks to the left, and sees that, standing on the wide stone staircase that descends to the Pillars, nine humans stand. A memory of ELZEVIR speaks. ELZEVIR MEMORY (V.O) The Circle of Nine. EXT. THE PILLARS OF NOSGOTH – STAIRCASE MOEBIUS stands in the middle, with MORTANIUS, MALEK (wraith), ARIEL and NUPRAPTOR at his left and ANACROTHE, BANE, DEJOULE and AZIMUTH at his right. Before them, most of the Clone Army of TUREL stand awaiting orders. The rest are marching into the van. MORTANIUS What... What are those creatures? MOEBIUS has a massive smile on his face. MOEBIUS Wonderful aren’t they? Absolutely beautiful. MALEK They’re... vampires. Vampires... MOEBIUS Calm down Paladin, I can assure you that we are quite safe. Safer than you’d expect too. If anything, anything were to threaten us, the clone army would leap to our protection. MALEK Vampires... ARIEL Where, how did you make them your servants? MOEBIUS Hah! Ariel, they were not made into my servants. They were made AS my servants. The entire army was produced, cloned, from a single being. And during the cloning, they were programmed to be completely obedient to their master. To me! BANE What is this cloning? MOEBIUS Thought you’d be interested in that. Cloning takes a small sample of someone or something’s biology and reproduces the entire organic being. BANE How? MOEBIUS Alas, I do not know. They didn’t tell me HOW they did it, they just did it. Pause. MORTANIUS Who? MOEBIUS A few... let us say friends who share a common goal with myself. I helped them with a few menial tasks and chores, and this was my payment. An army. Of which you are free to borrow whenever you like. ANACROTHE is now smiling too. ANACROTHE Any time we like? For anything we like? MOEBIUS I don’t see why not. ANACROTHE So, if for example, when I was trying to sleep, one of my neighbour's dogs would not stop barking, I could send in the clones... MOEBIUS Well, yes, but... ARIEL Even seeing them, standing in front of us, it is still a little bit difficult to believe. MOEBIUS nods and takes a step forward, gesturing to the troops before him. He shouts... MOEBIUS (shouting) Clones! CLONE ARMY OF TUREL (in unison) Yeah, foo!? MOEBIUS Clones, tell me, who is your master? Who do you serve? CLONE ARMY OF TUREL (in unison) You, foo! You foo! You are the man, sucka! MOEBIUS turns to address his fellow Guardians once again. MOEBIUS They use... strange language. The words ‘fool’ and ‘sucka’. I’m not sure to their meaning. MORTANIUS Some vampires can, enter the Spectral Plane. Are these ones capable of that? MOEBIUS I... I don’t know. Why don’t you ask them? MORTANIUS What, me? MOEBIUS Yes, go ahead! MORTANIUS coughs to clear his throat and yells to the clones. MORTANIUS (shouting to clone army) Can you go into the Spectral Plane? The clones all of a sudden appear disgruntled. CLONE ARMY OF TUREL (in unison, loudly) WE AIN’T GETTING ON NO PLANE, FOOL!!! MOEBIUS That’s a ‘no’ then. That’s not the only gift my... friends... have bestowed upon me. MOEBIUS turns to AZIMUTH. MOEBIUS Azimuth, I want you to summon the biggest, most aggressive, most deranged, most ferocious, most fierce and most ugly demon you can. Summon it now, to appear in front of us... MORTANIUS Whoa, whoa, no! Moebius, I appreciate all that you have done for us recently, especially for removing that demonic entity that had possessed my body, I’ll never forget that. Regrettable things could have happened. But I’m sure you understand that, at the moment, the last thing I want to be around is a demon. MOEBIUS Trust me. We will be quite safe. AZIMUTH Why a demon, what are you up to, time-streamer? MOEBIUS Just trust me. It’ll be funny. AZIMUTH Works for me. AZIMUTH looks at MORTANIUS who nods reluctantly. AZIMUTH begins to move her hands in the air and chants some syllables of a long dead language. As she does this, MOEBIUS yells to the clones. MOEBIUS (shouting) Clones!! Whatever creature appears now, do not jump to our protection, that is an order!! CLONE ARMY OF TUREL (in unison) Okay, foo! Before them, fire roars out of the ground and from this bursts a huge scarred Black Demon, covered in sharp horns. Drool drips from its blistered mouth as it roars. It sees the sorcerers and instantly leaps at them to rip their souls apart. MOEBIUS Bye. A green beam of light bursts down from the sky for a split second and hits the demon. It explodes immediately sending out a small wave of fiery energy. Nothing is left of the demon. The Circle look up for the source of that beam of incredible power, and see it. The Death Star. The massive grey metal monstrosity, the fully-armed-and-operational-battle-station lowers through the clouds to hover above them. MORTANIUS Some sort of moon... MOEBIUS That’s no moon! ANACROTHE What... What is it? MOEBIUS That, my friends is the Death Star. My second of the three gifts from the Dark Forces, as they call themselves. A weapon of incredible, unimaginable power. Trust me, my friends, you have seen nothing of what this baby can do. As they look on in awe, a three-winged Imperial Shuttle can be seen approaching from the Death Star. It lands onto the grass in front of them and a small ramp opens from its belly. Striding down it is a tall... perhaps a man. Covered in black clothes from toes to large helmet, the mans chest is covered in dimly fluctuating lights and technology. His helmet, that covers his entire face, seems to be a breathing aid. As he strides to them, the almost mechanical breathing noises get louder and louder. As the man approaches Moebius, he kneels. DARTH VADER What is thy bidding, my master? ANACROTHE And who is this? MOEBIUS This is my third and final gift. A loyal, powerful, and terrifying servant. An apprentice. I present to you my friends, the Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Vader. My loyal and unquestioning servant. Pause. ANACROTHE Bloody Hell! What’s that? TURELZEVIR strolls passed the clone army and to the nine sorcerers and Sith Lord. He pokes DARTH VADER on the shoulder. DARTH VADER turns around and looks down on the creature. TURELZEVIR Oi, you, helmet-head! Think you’re so evil, with your black leather gloves and helmet and cape? Think you are an embodiment of evil because you are tall and wear a silly helmet and have the voice of James Earl Jones?! Do you? I am Turelzevir, and I am the most evil being to have ever walked Nosgoth. Now, piss off! TURELZEVIR turns to his left and looks at The Circle, who are completely stunned by the impudence. TURELZEVIR And you lot, oh, what a bunch of twonks. You think you are real bad guys? Do you? Let me tell you something, LADIES, I am the source of ALL evil. This world, you BABIES, is mine. He moves his face closer to the stunned face of MOEBIUS. TURELZEVIR And you. Yes, you, with the face! You are as ugly as the wrong end of Chewbacca, and smell even worse! He looks at MORTANIUS. TURELZEVIR And you... You... You’re just a poo! TURELZEVIR turns to address the thousands of clones, and unleashes the Doll Reaver. Waving purple-pink energy blade in the air above him, he shouts. TURELZEVIR (shouting) And you stupid CLONEYS, CLONEY WONEYS, I’M GOING TO PUT YOU ALL ON A PLANE!! I AM TURELZEVIR!!! I AM TURELZEVIR!!! I AM TURE... It happens so fast that it is difficult to establish who attacked first. The Circle, with nine different coloured fireballs, DARTH VADER, by unleashing his red and white lightsaber, or the Clone Army of TUREL who all charged at the same time. As they all run towards the figure of TURELZEVIR the Death Star locks on and fires. The explosion consumes the area, and is blinding and very very destructive.