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