Keyleth, wake up.
Keyleth! No.
An elixir. Try this.
Quickly.
VAX: It's not working.
We're losing her!
The Whispered One did not return.
We failed. It was too soon.
There's nothing to be done.
Keyleth is gone.
But at least we have what we came for.
The fuck are you talking about?!
Keyleth is still breathing.
Something's not right. Uh, let me try, uh...
The elixir, my spell--
that thing must be blocking all magic.
Damn it, he's right. Away from the orb!
We're not done with you yet.
Hmm?
Finders keepers.
W-Whoa.
Hey! Let's move, big guy!
- Hey.
Easy, I got her from here.
Thank you, Grog.
Okay, wait-wait-wait, hold up, hold up.
Yes!
We got magic.
Vex, another elixir!
I need it, hurry!
There's just, there's no more.
- Keyleth...
Forgive me.
- Brother.
I'm so sorry.
Wait. Herbs...
What else did she use?
Shorthalt! Need that magic!
Uh...
Come on, work. Work.
- You controlled me for years.
Now it's your turn to suffer.
What was the ritual meant to do? Answer me!
I only answer to the Whispered One.
But he denied me. Abandoned me.
I'll gladly send you to him.
Go ahead.
You've taken my husband and any hope of getting him back.
What more could I lose?
End me.
No. Your pain will linger.
I'll shatter your ankles for my sister Vesper.
Your hands belong to Julius.
Each de Rolo will have their pound of flesh,
until I flay the skin from what's left of you.
Oh, okay, Percy,
taking this a little far.
Hey, why don't you just lower the...
The fuck?
Your suffering will be merely a taste
of the pain you inflicted upon my family.
The smoke. It's even worse.
It's some sort of curse.
Pike felt something clouding his soul.
I thought she meant he was just depressed.
Something has possession of you.
And we are better for it.
We? What?
Percy!
That's not Percy.
Keyleth?
It's a demon. Look.
- Holy shit.
How?
If it gets what it wants,
I don't think much of Percy will be left.
Vex'ahlia, what are you doing?
Step aside.
You're going to shoot me, too?
If we must.
I know you're in there.
Darling, take off the mask.
It's all right.
You can put it down.
It... it won't let me.
- Don't do it! - Percy. You can't!
I don't know what else to do!
No!
Nope. Do not like.
Everyone get back.
- Sister! - Don't hurt him.
He's not in control.
Fuck that, he's got Vex.
That thing can't bleed,
but Percy can. If it's inside his mind,
his soul, only he can stop it.
We'll buy time then. Oi, keep him from killing Delilah!
Piece of cake.
She belongs to me!
Shall I take over?
No. No!
I'm afraid I must.
- Percy!
Pay attention, children. Today's lesson
is on the subject of vengeance.
Which is more powerful, the desire for revenge
or the ability to forgive?
Care to demonstrate?
Bastards!
- Top marks, Percival.
I'll kill you.
I'll kill you all!
Goody. Now I get to use my new toy.
Wait, Grog! You can't.
I was only gonna chop him a little.
Let her go!
- Cassandra!
What's the matter, son? Not hungry?
You look pale, boy. Like you've seen a ghost.
Death to the de Rolos.
Stop. Not again.
Not again! I won't let you take them!
So we just wait for him to kill us?
He has to reload eventually.
Right?
The hate.
Embrace it.
Or else...
You have failed us, son!
A family slaughtered,
a legacy lost.
You must avenge us!
Please, son, you must!
I'm sorry, Mother!
Fuck, that burns.
Listen to us! You must fight this!
Fight. Yes.
Yes. One well-placed shot and the pain disappears.
Fight it!
Vex?
Wait. No.
- What are you doing to me?
Giving you what you wanted, Percival.
Who are you?!
You know exactly who I am.
You summoned me.
Your torment and thirst for revenge
called me to your side.
An unspoken partnership.
Deep down, you remember.
Welcoming my help.
Welcoming the rage that fueled you to create it.
The weapon.
What are you talking about?
Forged in iron and smoke.
We struck a bargain.
I gave you the means for revenge.
And you...
gave me souls to feast upon.
Liar!
You're not under a charm anymore, damn it. Do something!
Against a demon? What?
You're his sister. Reach him.
Percival!
I know you.
This isn't who you are!
It's who I want to be.
Yes, hate feels good.
It drowns the pain.
I've seen how easily it consumes you.
It's all I have left.
If you reclaim yourself, you won't hurt the ones you love.
Find the real Percy within.
Find my brother.
Cassandra?
I'm here for you.
We all are.
Percy, come on. We can make it.
You.
You did this to me.
And you'll pay!
The time has come.
Fire the weapon.
Be at peace.
Wait! Please, Percy.
Don't forfeit your own soul.
You know who to trust, Percival.
Yes. I do.
I won't let you!
No!
Percy? Say something. Is it you?
I'm afraid so.
Well, most of me anyway.
You shot me!
Yes, well, thank you for not dying.
Yeah, you're welcome.
So, that was the most fucked-up thing I've ever seen...
and I hang out with Scanlan.
How fitting.
Even in your moment of triumph, you still managed to fall short.
What?
You had the chance to kill me and you failed miserably.
It shouldn't surprise me, though.
You're as spineless as your parents.
Sylas is gone. I know that suffering.
Losing one's family is a wound that cannot be mended.
At least he saw the sunlight one last time.
I knew we saved the wrong de Rolo.
But it matters not.
You may have stopped me today.
The Whispered One will finish what we began.
And when he returns, cities will fall,
titans will rise,
rivers will flow with the blood of...
I'm glad you forgave her, brother.
But I cannot.
- Everyone ready? - What?
You mean we have to leave this delightful place?
Ah, da-da-da-da. I don't think so, buddy.
Regardless of its origin,
it can still prove to be an effective weapon.
What? Are you forgetting the smoke
and the whole "I'm insane with vengeance" thing?
The demon is gone, Scanlan. The curse is lifted.
Yeah, maybe you're... Nah.
No!
- You know how much that cost?
How bloody long it will take me to make ano...
Well, I'll be damned.
Thank you, Scanlan. All of you.
For this second chance.
Hey, how'd you know that demon was still in there?
Total guess.
One more on the fire then.
- Thank you. - You saved Whitestone.
We're in your debt, Vox Machina.
W-What do we do?
Just nod and smile, Kiki.
Of course. Our pleasure.
It was nothing, nothing at all.
Huh? Oh, hello, handsome.
Scanlan Shorthalt, rebel leader.
Yeah, you've probably heard of me.
Anyway, I may need a bed tonight.
You see, freedom-fighting is tiring work.
So I was just wondering if maybe...
These people just survived the apocalypse, Scanlan.
They don't need your gonorrhea.
Oh, hello, Mr. Giant.
I see you!
So, w-what happens now?
Will you stay and rebuild?
A de Rolo has watched over this land for 200 years.
My entire adult life has been driven by fear and vengeance.
That's not the temperament of a leader.
But you, Cass, of all our family, you were the bravest.
You are the true heir to Whitestone.
Me? But our betrayers, they turned me.
Our people will see me as a traitor.
They will see you as a survivor.
Everyone here suffered from the Briarwoods. But you endured it.
We live as long as Whitestone lives.
Help me ensure it lives forever.
I, uh...
I meant what I said yesterday.
I know, Vax.
And it's the first time anyone's ever said that to me.
But we have responsibilities.
To the realm. To my Aramenté.
I... I just can't.
I'm sorry.
Oh, no. No, you're right.
I, uh, um...
I'm gonna walk away.
Keeper Yennen.
Did any of you see a woman named Ripley flee from the palace?
Tattered clothes? Missing hand? Total sociopath?
I'm afraid not. Why?
I worry we'll meet her again.
Oh, hey, what about that thing at the top of the zipper-twat?
The, uh, spinning orb of death?
From what you told me, it must be connected to something
beyond the veil.
One of our holy men already went to investigate it.
Hopefully it's not dangerous.
So, we stickin' around awhile or what?
I could get used to being a hero.
We need to report to Emon
before Uriel's men find us and drag us back.
Really, brother? We could just...
Run? I think we're done with that.
Besides, you need to get punched in the face now and then...
to know you're alive.
Right. I'll find us some horses.
Oh, uh, actually...
I might be able to get us home a little quicker.
Oh, what'd you have in mind, green?
Well, there's this tree spell.
But, well, it only works on trees I've seen before,
and they have to be alive,
and also I have to be strong enough,
and I think I can only do it, like, once a day,
so, you know what, just forget I brought it up.
Darling. You've got this.
Right. Yeah. Uh, totally.
Thanks, Vex.
Sun Tree.
Talk to me.
Aren't trees just the best?
Whoa. I think I peed a little.
- Sure did, buddy. - Uh, guys?
I kinda can't hold this for too long.
Right, everybody in!
Ow! I hate doors.
I gotcha, buddies.
Aw, thanks, Pikey!
Okay. I can't really breathe so...
- Ha ha!
My masterpiece is complete!
The epic story of our adventure.
The dragon, the vampires, the cyclops I vanquished.
What cyclops?
Oh, I may have taken some artistic license.
Wonderful, Scanlan.
Looking forward to reading it.
Read it? This tale is far too great for a lousy book.
No, our legend shall be told...
- Yes!
- Vox Machina!
Excellent timing, Jarett.
The Sovereign has summoned you to the Cloudtop.
What? Like, now?
Vax'ildan!
Glad to see you alive and with all your...
extremities intact.
Looking sharp, Gilmore, as always.
Oh, this old thing?
Any idea what all this fuss is about?
The criers said Sovereign Uriel is to make a proclamation.
Seems juicy; the whole council showed up.
Friends. In recent weeks,
Tal'Dorei has been beset by evil,
wearing the faces of monsters and men.
I relied on my best judgment to meet these threats.
But sadly, that judgment was greatly corrupted.
The truth is, I allowed strangers into our midst,
entrusting them with power they never should have had.
- Vox Machina...
saved us from this threat...
- yet again.
They showed me that the wisdom of a group,
no matter how unconventional,
outweighs that of the individual.
There is foresight in friendship.
My weakness put the realm in jeopardy.
But never 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
- that Emon stands forever.
Now, in addition to the council members you already know,
- we will be adding a few more.
- Vex, are you all right?
Specifically, pillars of the community who have held up...
Gods above us...
No.
Chirp.