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- Over here. - The finest...

Mmm, nice melons.

First off, your hometown is...

Wow. But...

how can a city just teleport to the Fey Realm?

In times of danger,

the Elven nobility have arcane means of...

moving it.

It's rarely seen.

Right this way...

Whoa!

You led us here for your amusement, didn't you?

Oh, of course not.

Going around would have meant pixie territory,

and you do not want to tango with pixies.

No, straight through

is the fastest way to the Shademurk.

Come, come.

My shift still has a few more hours to go.

Certainly are a lot of guards.

More than I remember.

We're almost through.

Just a few more blocks and we're...

fucked.

Outsiders,

state your names and purpose.

Lower your weapons.

We seek an audience with Ambassador Vessar.

Huh?

We're his children.

Real Vermaloc wood.

Your father has gold standard taste.

Always did. Except when it came to us.

What do you mean?

Be honest.

Do I look like I come from nobility?

It's easy to act noble.

Just be a bit of a shit

and wear what everyone else is wearing.

I've known many people with money and titles,

and they are definitely not worth you.

Devana.

We weren't expecting you.

Um, your father will be down shortly.

And somewhere around here is, uh...

Who're you talking to, Mom?

Oh, right.

You haven't met Velora yet.

Our daughter.

A... sister?

Hi. I love your feather.

Then it's yours.

A gift from your half sister, Vex'ahlia.

Call her Vex. And me Vax.

The twins!

But Father said you'd never come back.

What, and miss the chance to meet you?

Ah. A travesty.

Your father will be pleased to see you.

Perhaps I would have been

had you notified me you'd be

gracing us with your presence.

Anyone home?

If you've come for my money or my goats,

I don't have any.

Pop-Pop, it's me, Pike.

Pike?

Oh, it's you, Pike!

Thank the gods.

I thought you might be some of those burgling brutes.

Now, wh...? Look at you, dear.

Real vestments. Oh, you're so beautiful.

This is my great-great-grandfather,

Wilhand Trickfoot.

And...

this is Scanlan.

At your service.

Grog!

Did you forget to eat?

Hi, Pop-Pop. I fucked up.

Oh, I wish I could say that I've...

I've seen him look worse, but I don't think I have.

Come on. Help me get this big boy on the table.

Oh, come on, buddies.

And so, when Emon fell,

we had no recourse but to retreat to the Fey Realm.

We've been amassing arms and training our soldiers

to confront the dragons.

So you plan to join the fight.

That's wonderful.

More like they turned tail and ran.

Why are you here?

To dispatch the very dragons that chased you away, sir.

And you are?

Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III

of the royal house of Whitestone.

Well, then, Lord de Rolo III.

What can Syngorn do for you?

I assume you've heard how Vox Machina

slayed one of the dragons.

I'm unfamiliar with a Vox Machina.

We're a Vox Machina.

I mean, um... We are Vox Machina.

We've come for an ancient weapon said to lie

- in the Shademurk. - The Fenthras Bow?

You've heard of it?

A powerful relic.

Legends say it fires arrows strong enough to wound a titan.

I see.

You want to chase a fleeting rumor into a desolate waste.

That bow could be the key to defeating the dragons.

You should be proud.

Your son and daughter are leading the fight

against the Chroma Conclave.

You needn't spin false tales of their exploits.

The very idea of Vax'ildan and Vex'ahlia

standing up for the greater good is...

...well, rich.

You unbelievable prick.

This is a trying time for all of us.

Have you any idea

the burden your sudden arrival has caused my family?

We didn't come for a reunion.

And yet, here you are.

Throwing my name around whenever it suits you.

I despise your name.

No, it's fine.

- No harm intended. - But he just said...

It's... fine.

Thank you for your time, Father.

If you can offer us any assistance,

we would be most grateful.

Of course.

It's the least I can do...

for family.

Almost done.

This pill is going to pack quite a wallop.

Ooh.

I... got to swallow that?

No, no, no, no.

This one ain't going down the frontside flapper trap.

Oh.

Oh!

Wait, but how's Grog going to...

He's too weak to, um, you know, give it to himself.

Uh, allow me.

I know how to work both ends.

Pumpkin, you might just want to avert your eyes.

Everlight, protect Grog...

and the rest of our friends, wherever they are.

Why do you have to leave?

You just got here.

We'll see you again.

And no matter where we go,

we'll be thinking of you, little one.

This decree promises safe passage,

but once you leave our walls,

you're on your own.

Hmm. You'll need to amend one name, though.

It's Lady Vex'ahlia.

Lady?

Lady Vex'ahlia, Baroness of the Third House of Whitestone

and Grand Mistress of the Grey Hunt.

So, good sir, despite your relationship,

do watch your manners towards a noble.

I will not be amending this for a meaningless title.

Really, de Rolo,

such a transparent ploy is beneath your dignity.

Don't you dare talk to him like that.

We came here seeking aid and you insult my friends?

Yes, once again, no appreciation for my years of civility.

Oh, you expect me to feel sorry for you?

After everything you've done.

Or rather haven't done.

We won't fail.

Which is more than I can say about you as a father.

Then prove me wrong.

Show me that bow

and I will give you the welcome you think you deserve.

Until then, do not bother me again.

Oh, fuck you!

We're leaving.

What does "fuck you" mean?

Kids. So adorable.

Hmm?

Oh, goody. You're back.

Never left.

Turned invisible.

Wouldn't have missed your little family tiff for the world.

Tell me,

why aren't your ears as big as your dad's?

I should apologize for springing that title on you.

I hope it didn't upset you, Vex.

It's Lady Vex.

Of course.

Your father really is quite the, uh...

Bag of cocks?

Yeah. Yeah, pretty much.

No one,

other than my brother,

has ever stood up for me like that.

Thank you.

I may have wits and class,

but I'll never have what you do.

A pure heart.

It's so special, Vex.

And no one can take it away.

We spent our childhood with Mother,

then Father had us brought to live with him.

I never understood.

Why did he pull us away from her when he...

he had no love for us?

Must have felt good to tell him to fuck off, though.

Hmm, I wish it had.

Somehow I feel like it hurt me more.

Here.

I made something for you.

It's wonderful.

Thank you.

And you know...

I think I'll feel much better when I shove that bow

in his stupid, smug face.

Onward we go.

I see something ahead.

This place...

I feel darkness.

I can connect with the plant roots, but I only sense...

sadness... longing.

What did this to you?

- My heart... - Do you hear that?

Don't listen to him.

...felt the pain.

Clear your heads. Block it out. Oh!

- What the hell was that? - Whoa!

We're not fond of surprises.

Start talking.

Oh, it's fine, it's fine.

The Shademurk is home to a cursed Archfey named Saundor.

But as long as you don't submit to his voice,

his sadness won't turn you.

Ah! How reassuring.

Stubby, keep up.

Vex'ahlia...

Oh...

I had the craziest dream.

Oh. So, I'm gonna be like this forever?

No, not necessarily.

Come on. The medicine got rid of your corruption.

We're cheering.

But for your strength to come back, well,

your body is gonna need a kickstart.

Some significant stimulation.

I got to simulate myself?

- I mean, okay... - Shut that hand!

Back it up.

We're talking about a boost, a jolt.

Your muscles will awaken, poof, when they're properly aroused.

Aroused?

I'm getting real mixed messages here.

My buddies, no moping.

We're gonna solve this, okay?

As promised, the Shademurk Bog.

Wow.

Fenthras must be in that tree.

Vex'ahlia,

come closer...

- Sad. - Ah?

Vex? Are you all right?

Ah... She doesn't look all right.

Ah, Vex, wait up.

Vex?

How is she passing through this muck?

Vex'ahlia!

Can you hear me?

Not only hear you. See you.

Feel you.

I can understand your pain.

If approval is what you seek,

your father will never give it.

But a fellow lost soul can.

I await, dear one.

What is this?

My cue to leave.

You won't see Garmelie again!

- Vex'ahlia! - Vex, wait!

Don't go in there.

Child of the lost...

...Saundor's madness and pain has found you.

Sweet, broken Vex'ahlia.

Unwanted daughter.

I understand you.

Stand clear!

Sister!

No!

How do you know so much about me?

The moment you touched my sickness,

I knew everything.

Here, father.

You made this for me?

It is as beautiful as you,

my Vex'ahlia.

You can rise above your trembling destiny.

I have seen many things.

And I can grant many gifts.

Vex'ahlia!

But being abandoned by love can be liberating.

You've been the good daughter.

You've tried.

But it will never be enough.

You will never be enough.

If I could pull the blood of him from my veins and give it back,

I would.

I could grant that wish.

But it is not what you need.

Fenthras, however,

this bow could earn his respect.

What would you ask in return?

Only what you long to give.

We would be perfect together,

dear broken Vex'ahlia.

I can fix you.

Make you whole again. And all I need from you...

is your heart.

My heart?

My heart is someone else's.

No. You're making a mistake.

Please. You need me!

You could never give me what I need.

Bitch. You're just like the rest.

Sister!

Um...

Damn things don't bleed! How do you fight a tree?

I've got an idea, but I need you two to keep them busy.

You reject me?

Damn right, twig dick.

You're ruining everything!

And that is how you fight a tree.

You think you can leave me?

Ah!

Not so tough now, are we?

Vex'ahlia!

Alone and afraid.

Now you realize the truth.

I think I do.

I realize...

...your words are as empty as your corrupted heart.

Fenthras.

We should return to Syngorn.

Bet you're eager to show your father that.

Actually...

...I'm not ready.

I don't think I can talk to him again.

Not yet.

Don't let him get under your skin, Stubby.

He is who he's always been.

I know.

And so am I.

What a show.

I usually hate the theater,

but that had it all: drama, action, family shame...

I distinctly remember you saying we'd never see you again.

Yes, I did.

And you won't, because you lot...

are going home.

Cheza.

How the fuck?

You have given me more entertainment

in the last two dusks than I've had for millennia.

So, I figured you deserve

something in return.

This should take you back to Tal'Dorei.

What are you, really?

Excellent question, fancy-pants.

But I'm afraid it'll have to wait until the next time.

Portal's closing.

Ah, shit, right. Everyone through.

The Fey Realm is definitely better in the books.

Travel safe, friends.

Stay alive.

All right, Grog.

Come on, get your juices flowing.

Show me some anger.

Right.

I would like to rage!

Ah!

Ah, I pulled a muscle.

That's good. That means you've got a muscle to pull.

Attaboy!

I was hoping we'd all

be back together, but we can't just wait.

I think we have to go to Westruun.

Huh? Uh... why there?

For vestiges.

Mythcarver showed me those gauntlets, remember?

In the city?

Shit.

If they're in Westruun, I know who has them.

What?

That's amazing. So this'll be easy, then.

Grog?

What's wrong?

Those gauntlets belong to my uncle.

He killed me with 'em.

Chirp.