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I could feast so easily.

His soul is ripe for the taking.

Or we use him to give you thousands more to feed on.

I have the vestiges. We're nearly there.

Very well.

Awake at last.

My sincerest apologies, Percival.

I'm sure you remember how eager Orthax can be.

Orthax?

It has a name?

You never bothered to ask.

We destroyed it.

You left it a whisper.

But that whisper found me,

bearing gifts.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Without your design,

we never would have been able to upgrade it.

Don't you dare pin your lunacy on me.

Come now, Percy.

Take the compliment.

And what exactly do you plan on doing with it?

And me?

What you should have done long ago.

Share your gifts

with the wide, wide world.

This whole trip is a disaster.

I knew we shouldn't have listened to Raishan.

We had to try for the vestige.

Wait, a vestige.

If Percy is near the Plate, maybe Mythcarver can see him?

Scanlan's run off to some bar.

And he took my broom.

How will we find Percy?

This place is bigger than Emon.

The burglar. Whoever shot at us fled in a hurry.

Maybe they left something behind.

Back to the archives.

Fan out! Find the foreigners!

Yes, sir!

They're already searching for us.

Well, for you.

I can take 'em.

Those are the Hand of Ord.

You do not want to cross them,

nor their master.

Think they'd take kindly to a coquettish wink?

Believe me, I've tried.

Eh, come on, Shaun. I know you carry more than just cologne in those robes.

Surely you have some glorious distraction.

I did not come back to Ank'Harel to get arrested.

Fine.

Before I change my mind.

They've been spotted in the river district.

Go!

Uh...

Go! That is an order!

Yes!

Let's make it quick in there.

Your pepperbox was a fine beginning.

But imagine if there were a hundred.

A thousand.

More.

That's chaos.

That's equality.

A weapon in the hand of every farmboy, every washmaid,

every downtrodden soul in this kingdom and the next.

You created something revolutionary, Percy.

I have no interest in revolution.

Your technology could overwhelm any force,

no matter how powerful.

No more victims.

Tyrants.

Conclaves.

You and Orthax seem to have figured it out.

What do you need me for?

The vestiges?

A power supply.

Powder residue.

No mistake, it was a pepperbox.

Hmm. Footprints.

Two sets.

Came from over here.

The killer didn't enter the same way we did.

They came through this window.

Acid. And look.

It's oxidized in a pattern.

That's Eridos Acid. We used it in the Clasp.

Oh, I'm Vax. I was in a thieves' guild.

I'm so cool.

- Seven days a week. - Ugh.

Go go go!

Balls! No, it's us, it's us.

Oh, this homecoming will be the death of me.

Well, hope you've got some tour guide left in you.

Where might a girl go for rare, elemental acid?

I know the place, unfortunately.

Come on.

Hey, that's my daughter up there.

I know. I look too young to be a dad,

but you know... Hey, you gonna finish that?

Ah. Uh, he's gonna need a few more.

Thank you.

While I rest a second, the doctor's gonna take a solo.

All right then, this next ditty is about

a girl I met across the sea in Nicodranus.

♪ Well, it caught me by surprise when I looked in to the eyes...

Water over here.

Oh, uh, I got this one.

Motherfucker.

Orthax provided the inspiration.

That Plate can absorb fire.

And the cloak?

Cabal's Ruin.

It controls and redirects magic.

You'd combine them.

Create an arcane factory powered by vestiges.

You want to mass produce your weapons.

Our weapons.

Even if it could work,

it would release untold violence into the world.

Once the weak rise up, what's to stop the oppressed

from becoming oppressors?

That's why I need you, Percy.

You understand humanity far more than I.

My factory is inevitable.

Wouldn't you rather be the one at the controls?

I'll need my hands.

Shubad's Sensational Sundries?

Asshole even ripped off my font.

I'll see what he knows.

I'm sorry about earlier,

I just...

Didn't believe me? No one does.

That's not true.

It's fine.

Well, I've got good news and bad news.

Mostly bad for Shubad.

The sales ledger has pages torn out.

Looks like most of his inventory is gone, too.

Damn it. Percy could be dead by now

and we have no idea where he is.

We will think of something, sister.

How? If we lose him, I...

- Huh? Hmm? - Bang! Got you.

Bang! Bang!

Oh, you got me. I'm mortally wounded.

Ahh, aah...

It's a pretty fun game, but, um,

have you ever seen weapons like that?

You know, in real life?

Mm-hmm.

Oh.

Um, can you tell me where?

Hey, great work, buddies.

Right? Kids are so stupid.

Bang, bang, pa-choo! Aah! Oh, sorry.

The old basilica. Northwest district.

Past the Temple of Onyx. Ten minutes away.

- Halt! - Maybe 15.

You were observed at the scene of Mistress Asharru's murder.

Surrender or be taken by force.

Easy, fellas. I know it seems bad,

but we're not here to cause trouble.

Uh, we're not? That don't sound like us.

You were warned.

You know, there are times to talk and times to fight,

but sometimes you just got to...

...run!

Go! I'll catch up!

We can shake these guys on the way.

Have to shake them, too.

You won't get away!

Might have to rethink the whole shaking thing.

Come on.

So, um...

I said I didn't want to see you.

Nothing's changed.

You're not making this easy on me, are you?

Did you make it easy on me and Mum?

That's...

extremely fair.

But look,

I traveled thousands of miles for this conversation.

You came all this way for me?

Well, yeah. I-I mean, technically, we needed this item

that might help save the world, but you were right up there.

Of course.

Please. You're my only family.

Fine. I'll put my flute away

and when I come back, say your piece.

Did you hear about the break-in at the Archives?

Someone got killed.

The Hand's out there looking for some foreigners what did it.

Ooh, I'd hate to be them.

You delay the inevitable.

His soul will be mine.

The forge calls to him, its heat fueling a world at war.

That is very disconcerting.

Orthax merely echoes my excitement.

That's the missing piece of the puzzle, isn't it?

What does your smoke demon get from all this?

You can ask them yourself

when you're finished.

Oh, but I already am.

Your theory was correct, Dr. Ripley.

With magic and engineering, you can fashion

an incredible power source.

Or incinerate a maniac.

You toy with us.

No, we need him.

Do we?

Percy!

- The Plate! - Damn it.

She's got two vestiges.

Oh, shit.

I've got her.

I thought I lost you.

I'm here, Vex'ahlia.

I'm fine.

- Where is she? - There.

Agh! My tit!

No!

No. No!

Where'd she go?

Kiki, can you...

It doesn't have to be this way, Percy.

Find me when you're ready to accept.

Pike, a little help!

Hold her still. Stay with me, Vex.

Oh...

You saved me.

Twice.

What would you do without me?

Stop right there!

No sudden moves!

By order of their highness J'mon Sa Ord,

benevolent ruler of Ank'Harel,

you are all under arrest.

- All right. - Aah!

- What have you got to say? - Uh, you know what,

it's-it's kind of loud in here.

- You mind if we walk and talk? - What? I...

Great. Come on.

Okay, we're outside. Spill it.

Huh? Oh, uh, right.

I, uh... I liked your song up there.

Uh, are there words?

You crossed an ocean to talk lyrics?

I mean, if you need help, I'm really good at rhymes.

Truly a waste of time.

I'm heading back.

No, wait, wait.

I-I'm sorry, okay?

I'm just, uh, nervous to talk to you.

You? Nervous?

Sure. I mean, the truth is, when I'm on stage,

I'm golden. Straight fire.

But when the Lute goes down, I kinda...

I don't know who I am.

And I'm supposed to help you figure it out?

No. Well, I-I mean, yes.

This way. Quickly, move.

Listen, uh, I think one more drink

- would really help me open up. - Ugh.

If I hadn't gotten myself captured, we wouldn't be here.

Well, to be fair, we did break a decent amount of laws finding you.

Their reverence,

the Emperex J'mon Sa Ord.

Your Imperial Grace, there has been a grave misunderstanding.

If it pleases you, our testimony will...

It has been decades since such a heinous crime

has been committed at Ank'Harel.

Vox Machina, you have been charged

with royal theft and murder.

Mistress Asharru was not only Emira of the Coast.

She was my dear friend.

Ugh! It was Ripley.

I beg your pardon?

This psychotic scientist... she killed your friend.

And she might be working with the green dragon,

who's actually the one who sent us here.

Even though I said we probably shouldn't listen to her.

And I'm not... helping.

I'm not helping, am I?

Your Highness, please, we are innocent.

Oh?

Amongst your possessions were vestiges of divergence,

just like the two missing from my archives.

Were you not here to steal them?

Uh, technically yes,

but we, uh, failed.

And you... carrying a custom black powder weapon.

The exact kind used in the crime.

That alone is enough evidence to convict.

However, if you confess,

I may show lenience.

No?

Then I have no choice but to sentence

all of Vox Machina to death.

Stop! It was me.

- Percy. - I did it.

I take full responsibility for the murder of Mistress Asharru.

Percy, what are you doing?

It's true, we came to rob you.

But my friends took no part in the murder.

Please release them.

I throw myself upon your mercy.

Honesty is rare these days.

And my people are nothing if not merciful.

Very well.

You are all hereby banished from Ank'Harel.

Prepare him for the transformation.

No! Let him go!

Percy!

Okay, where were we?

Oh, yeah. I just want to be in your wife.

L... Uh, life.

You just got to tell me who. 'Cause, like it or not, I'm your...

... dad.

I-I mean-I mean, I'm your fa... I'm your, uh, I'm your fath...

I... I'm your...

How could I be so stupid?

You know, for a second,

I thought you came back 'cause you actually cared.

But I should have known a mess like you can't change.

Go back to your pathetic little adventures

and leave me alone.

No, no, Kayl...

Please don't go.

Scanlan?

Scanlan!

Hey, guys.

No, no, no, no, no! Don't. He's harmless.

And drunk?

Oh...

Oh, I was trying to talk to Kaylie

but you guys were in trouble.

I couldn't be in two places at once...

Pike, I blew it with her.

Oh, Scanlan, I'm sorry.

Nobody gives a shit. They're going to kill Percy.

Wait... what?

You took a life.

And while we will not take yours,

we will transform it into something more honorable.

Do you have any final words

before you join my service?

I do.

But the ones I would want to hear them are absent.

Objection!

Damn, my timing is just... Wow.

What is the meaning of this?

Your Evidence, I have new eminence to present.

You'll need my sword.

Mythcarver.

Look into the blade and you'll see the real culprit.

We have company.

Can't have you watching.

So, you were telling the truth.

In light of this new evidence,

the group known as Vox Machina

is cleared of all charges.

- Whoa. - Oh.

We thought we lost you, there.

Holy shit, Scanlan, I am so glad you found us.

Yeah. Me too.

Actually, I have studied vestiges like your blade

for quite some time.

You didn't need to take the blame.

But I am to blame for what I made.

For letting it loose in the world.

For not telling you Ripley was tracking us in Vasselheim.

Seeing that demon... my demon...

still alive... I was ashamed.

And above all else,

I just didn't want you to see me that way.

Drowning in guilt won't bring you what you want.

And what is it I want?

Right. So I've been thinking

long and hard about our options.

What'd you come up with?

Well, nothing. I just wanted you to know I've been thinking.

Get it, buddies.

What options?

Ripley got away with it.

Without that vestige we have no chance against Thordak's fire.

That would be true if she had actually

stolen the Plate of the Dawnmartyr.

I'm sorry?

I have witnessed firsthand Thordak's fury

and monitored his onslaught through Tal'Dorei.

Grimly aware that he or someone allied with him

may come for the Plate.

I did the only responsible thing.

I replaced it with a forgery.

What? Then where's the real one?

And can we, like, just borrow it?

That may prove difficult.

I hid it in a place beyond even Thordak's reach.

Are you familiar with the Hells of Despath?

Hells? As in "hells" hells?

Like, blood and demons and all that cool shit?

Ooh, I... Oh, I mean,

all that bad shit, hmm?

The Plate is with a demon called Zerxus Ilerez,

an antiquities collector in the City of Dis.

So if we want the Plate, we have to go to...

Hell.

Yes!

Oh, my tit!

♪ Well, it caught me by surprise ♪

♪ When I looked into the eyes ♪

♪ Of a girl so beautiful and so delightful ♪

♪ Delightful ♪

♪ With luscious hair and crimson skin ♪

♪ Her passion knows no bounds ♪

♪ You'll fall in love with this courtesan tonight ♪

♪ She's your Ruby ♪

♪ A singer by the sea ♪

♪ Fulfilling all your fantasies ♪

♪ The Ruby ♪

♪ If you follow down her horns ♪

♪ They'll always lead to more ♪

♪ Ruby, Ruby, Ruby ♪

♪ Ruby ♪♪

Chirp.