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Friends, in recent weeks,

Tal'Dorei has been beset by evil,

wearing the faces of monsters and men.

I allowed strangers into our midst,

entrusting them with power they never should've had.

Vox Machina saved us from this threat.

My weakness put the realm in jeopardy.

But I vow never to allow that again.

And so, with humility, I hereby renounce the throne,

and cede the government to the council of Tal'Dorei.

These wise patriots shall ensure...

Gods above us.

What's going on?

It... it can't be.

Alarm bells!

I suddenly feel overdressed.

Um, is this part of the show?

I don't think so, buddy.

- The call to arms! - Everyone move!

Are those dragons?

Run!

The children, quick!

Shit, the tower's gonna...

Time to go!

Get the sovereign to safety!

He's not even sovereign anymore!

We need to get to safety!

Sovereign, what do we do?

Take Salda and the children.

Quickly, come!

Emon shall fall!

Get close to me!

Uriel?

Ah.

No!

Death has come for you.

Pathetic.

Let me show you real power!

No!

Brother, are you all right?

Vax!

Incoming!

Look out! Everyone down!

Dragons.

Attacking together.

- Meet at my shop! - Right!

Stay safe, sister.

Shit! Uh...

Everybody back up... slowly.

It must be...

ancient.

Delicious cattle.

Raishan enjoys the taste of fear.

You!

I've seen you.

Those are pretty.

But also...

ominous.

Intruders.

Fuck all this!

Time to rage!

Ooh, my favorite head-chopper!

Uh-oh.

I don't think so.

Is that your best?

Wait, it's got magic, too?!

Vex, you got a plan?

- Sure do. Grog! - Come on!

Heads up!

Uh... are we taking

the long way to Gilmore's or something?

Yes, because of that!

Uh, yeah, yeah, the long way sounds good.

People of Emon!

Thordak demands capitulation.

Submit to The Cinder King!

Get behind me!

Oh, no!

Hang on, Percy!

Everlight, please!

- Incoming... - Almost.

Pike, make it quick!

Okay, good to go!

Move, de Rolo!

Militia, fire!

Run!

First fucking door that actually helped us.

Your monuments shall fall!

Your civilization erased!

Hear me, insects.

You live out of mercy.

Fight or flee, and your forfeit that mercy.

A new age is upon you.

The rule of the Chroma Conclave.

It's... like the end of the world.

Not for us, Keyleth!

Sister! You made it.

And I'm so glad you're alive too, Scanlan.

Is that Gilmore's?!

Oh, gods.

Gilmore! Shaun!

Damn it! Where is he?

Hello?

Check everywhere!

Gilmore? Gilmore!

He's here!

Step back, Percy. I got this.

Don't move, old friend.

I thought I'd lost you.

Oh, it was very close.

Just let me gaze

into your brooding eyes before I shuffle off this mortal coil.

You're not going to die.

Not today.

I'm sorry.

The leg'll have to wait. I'm tapped out.

At least you healed my face.

That's the most important part anyway.

Well, second most important.

Everyone, take whatever you need.

Preferably discount item...

Oh, screw it!

Take it all, go!

All of these, thank you very much.

Uh-uh, Grog likes this belt.

Saw it first, Scan-Man.

- Oh... - Hey, finders keepers.

Oh, man.

- A broom? - Weak.

The fabled Lance of Dragon Slaying.

Of course.

Uh, that sounds close.

Oh, shit.

Gilmore, does this place have a back door?

In a manner of speaking.

Everyone, draw near!

Where's Scanlan?

Coming!

Give me your hand!

Yes! I'm alive.

Oh, Gilmore, I'd kiss you right now,

but you'd inevitably fall in love with me,

and that'd be messy, so... eh.

Easy, friend.

Thanks for getting us out of there.

Hmm.

Here we go.

Grog, where did you get that curious blade?

Off a vampire lord.

Pretty cool, right?

It radiates dark magic.

Are you sure you know what it does?

Sure do.

Chops up dragons.

We're still too close to the city for my liking.

I say we retreat to Whitestone.

My sister will take us in. We can regroup

and plan a counterattack.

And meanwhile, Emon falls.

The capital of this whole fucking continent.

We can't just abandon it.

Percy's right. I mean, come on, did you see them?

Four giant dragons.

Brother, what more can we do?

Our weapons are useless.

They're ancient and powerful.

We don't stand a chance.

You don't like those nasty old lizards, either.

Do you, Trinket?

They called themselves the "Chroma Conclave."

I thought dragons didn't get along.

That's what worries me.

Their alliance could mean the destruction of Tal'Dorei.

This could be the end of civilization as we know it.

Yeah, but, come on, civilization's overrated.

I say fuck it, let's hit Marquet.

I've always wanted to go on a world tour.

Yeah, real heroic, Scanlan.

I thought we stopped running from our problems.

Um, guys.

What if this is our fault?

We killed that blue dragon, Brimscythe.

Do you think this is revenge?

If it is, it's one hell of a payback.

Look, if we want to kill those things,

we'd need an army.

Emon had the biggest army in Tal'Dorei

until Brimscythe dismantled it.

This plan has long been in motion.

Huh?

Someone's at the gates.

So many.

Um, okay, hurry, you'll be safe in here.

Everybody inside. It's gonna be fine.

Oh, uh, and, hey, if you go in my room,

that's, like, a totally normal swing. Don't worry about it.

Where are your parents?

Lock the gates!

Like I said, Whitestone!

Make it happen, Kiki!

Uh, on it!

We need a plan.

Well, a fake out worked on Brimscythe.

I got this.

- Fuck nuts! - Hey, frosty, down here!

Fuck! Am I starting to get predictable?

"Starting to"?

Oh! Just a little longer.

Come on, little legs, run!

Portal's almost open... Now!

Keeper Yennen, repairs are coming along nicely.

Hmm.

Huh?

Gilmore! Where's Gilmore?

It's okay! I got him!

Move!

Portal's closing! We got to go!

You've returned.

And then some. What happened?

Emon's been attacked by variegated dragons.

Four of them.

They came out of nowhere. We barely escaped.

Get these refugees to shelter.

Separate out the injured and see that they get medical attention.

- Right away. - Yes, ma'am.

Come on.

No, I can take care of him.

If he's important to you, then he's important to me.

Thank you.

Oh, aren't you a tough little tyke.

Uh...

okay.

Whitestone is secluded.

We're safe for the time being.

The rest of the world is a different matter.

We need to get the word out.

Maybe someone out there can stop them.

What about us?

We're Protectors of the Realm.

I know it doesn't mean anything, but maybe it should.

And what exactly is the plan against four dragons?

We can think of something.

We've already taken one down.

We got lucky with Brimscythe.

And he was, like, half the size of these fuckers.

No, this is way beyond us.

Well, maybe the Ashari tribes could help us.

I need to go for my Aramente anyway.

Where you should be going is Vasselheim.

The oldest, most defensible city in the world.

If you're looking for armies,

your best chance is there.

Vasselheim's run by religious orders.

I've always wanted to go.

You don't, trust me.

It's... stuffy.

Monks and nuns fighting dragons?

Please, tell me you're joking.

I'm a nobleman of Whitestone.

Perhaps I could leverage diplomatic relations

between our two cities.

Diplomacy?

No, we're not strong enough for this!

Now we're going all the way to Vasselheim, for what?

To recruit more people to get killed?

Scanlan, we have to try.

Right?

We don't have to do anything.

They've lost their damned minds.

Yeah, I hate when I lose something.

I mean, those dragons leveled the whole Cloud Top district.

We couldn't even slow them down.

Right? Pisses me off.

We were wondering where you went.

Then I got hit in the head with this.

Let someone else deal with the dragons, okay?

Someone qualified.

We're just a bunch of assholes lucky enough to get out alive.

Whoa.

Hey, lookit.

The northern ward, they already rebuilt it.

Town looked like shit till we saved it.

We didn't save a town.

We saved them.

They were hopeless once.

All they needed was someone to stand up and fight for them.

Then they stood up, too.

Not bad for a bunch of assholes who got lucky.

We're all frustrated and scared.

But the fight's not over.

What do you say, Scanlan?

Up for not going quietly into the night?

It's them, they fought the dragon.

Shh! Hide.

Yeah, all right, let's do it.

After all, I can't do

my world tour without the rest of the band.

Legends speak of forces hidden in Vasselheim.

Make your appeal for help at the Platinum Sanctuary,

but failing that,

seek out help wherever you can.

I've never been to Vasselheim.

My teleport spell only works if I'm familiar

- with the tree on the other side. - I know the tree.

You merely need to visualize it.

Oh, okay, um, maybe that'll work?

What's the tree look like?

Big, but not too big.

Pink buds... or are they yellow?

Her branches swaying in the breeze.

A fabulous oak tree.

Maybe walnut?

Uh... is that enough, Keyleth?

Onward. To Vasselheim.

Me be first!

Last one in is a troll dick!

- Here goes nothing. - Ooh-hoo-hoo, yeah!

Let's hope they made it.

For all our sakes.

Did you dispatch them?

Most, but a group escaped

with magic.

The could gather forces against us.

Let me go after them.

No, Vorugal, keep to the plan.

Plunder this land, and bring me its spoils.

And me, my king?

Westruun's teeming with gold.

Then you shall plate for me.

And once you have, Umbrasyl,

hunt down those vermin,

show them the wrath of the Chroma Conclave.

With pleasure.

Chirp.