04x06 - We Are His Blood

[bunniefuu]

[ominous music playing]

A Secret Account of the Sealing
of the Whispered One.

Centuries ago,

a dread sorcerer challenged the gods.

The Prime Deities sent champions
to defeat him by any means.

In a cavern where mystical ley lines meet,
the champions used divine magic

and the souls of the fallen
to create an arcane siphon.

A vortex, feeding on magic,
to weaken the sorcerer

that he might be slain
with a divine weapon of truth.

But the adversary had grown
too powerful to destroy.

Left with no choice, the champions
sacrificed themselves,

trapping him
in a desolate dimension called.

Thar Amphala.

All records of this conflict
were destroyed.

The sole evidence left was a scar

of necrotic crystal across the cave
and a single scroll

that our order shall guard until death.

In the name of the Cobo So...

C-Co... Coco Mo...

Da Cozy Hole? Aww, dat ain't right.

sh*t, the potion's wearing off.

Grog, focus.

Does the Whispered One have
any weaknesses?

Who were these champions?

[straining furiously]

Nope. [sighs] It's gone.

[all groan in frustration]

There's so many questions.

Well, Vax knows someone who has answers.

Kiki, she doesn't work that way.

Stop defending the Matron.

The good news is,
we finally know what the Orb is.

The bad news is,
it's a gateway to unspeakable evil.

You are remarkably calm about this.

Because I have an idea.

If this thing is powered by magic,
I may know how to shut it down.

Zounds. To Whitestone!

[Doty] Tary.

Uh, actually, you guys go ahead.

Grog and I have to track down a lead.

We do?

Uh, one of those champions from the story,
I saw her in my vision,

and she looked exactly like me.

An ancestor?

I don't know, but I'm gonna find out.

Grog, we're going home.

[dramatic music playing]

♪♪

♪♪

[hopeful music playing]

[Grog] Wow, Westruun.

Ain't been back here since Kevdak.

And the dragon.

This can't happen again.

[Wilhand] Holy bajoley.

Am I seeing things?

Pike! Grog!

The saviors of Tal...

-[shouts]
-Grog.

Aah!

Wow, look how tall you've gotten.

Or am I shorter?

Pop-Pop, are you okay?

-[coughs]
-You look... tired.

Oh, it's just my age showing, dear.

[Luisa] Wilhand, you addlepated half-wit.

Three hundred and forty-five years old
and zero common sense to show for it.

Let me tell you, you're in no condition
to be clambering up rafters.

Oh, I am so sorry for misbehaving, Luisa.
[chuckles]

You have been a very naughty boy.

-Oh, maybe I deserve a spanking.
-[chuckles]

[both moaning]

-[Grog gasps]
-Oh, wow, what is happening?

Pop-Pop, you dog.

[howls]

[pleasant music playing]

[Grog] Mmm.

Stew... Ow!

-Hey!
-Ah-ah-ah.

That's for the community dinner.

He's the boss in the kitchen.

-I'm the boss somewhere else.
-Oh!

[chuckles amorously]

Well, I don't need to know any of that.

We were both volunteering
with the reconstruction.

Damn dragons tore through
the city commons.

The muckety-mucks in charge said
it was too expensive to fix...

after draining the city coffers to fortify
their own pockets, thank you very much...

and left us to rot.

But a new holy man rallied us together,
made us a community,

and that's what tonight's dinner
is all about.

[Pike] Uh, I'm sorry.

Uh, we should have come around earlier
to, to help.

Nonsense. You're heroes.

He's so proud.

Did you see the apron?

Some Trickfoots fight dragons,
others fix buildings.

Or fall off them.

H-Hey, I'm on an apron.

[laughs]

Oh, speaking of family, I had
a question about a possible relative.

Then you've come to the right codger.

You want to hear about Dordon Trickfoot,
who built dream-sails

-for the Ossended Host?
-[Grog whimpering happily]

Or Aluza, who stared down
a horde of giants?

Uh, howzabout a god's champion?

What? Uh...

no, don't think so.

Some badass wizard-k*ller,
lived a super long time ago?

-Oh, I am so sorry, Grog.
-[crying in pain]

Here, let me get you a bowl.

Uh, no, n-no clue, sweetheart.

[Taryon] Doty, take this down.

Inspired by the anti-magic field we faced
during "The Great Taryon Caper,".

Percival seeks to cease
the sinister sphere's spinning.

[Percy] All right, science...

-do your thing.
-[device whirring to life]

-[steam hissing]
-Yes. Yes.

-[Doty] Tary?
-Uh-oh.

No!

Too much magic.

It's not going great.

It's your magic items overloading it.

You and Doty's gems are going
to blow the whole place up.

The Orb feeds on arcane energy,

so a device like the one in
the Cobalt Archive should starve it out.

Our fate can't rest on theories, Percival.

We're running out of time.

Right. Vex told me
about your, um, condition.

She also said that she mentioned our,
uh, nuptials, and I wanted to say...

Honestly, the less said, the better.

[Taryon] Gadzooks!

I've cracked the Orb conundrum!

Oh, sorry, I had a shocking amount
of enchanted vestments.

[gentle music playing]

-Keyleth!
-Nothing! Ashari stuff!

You knew my brother was sick.

[stammering] Oh, Vex, I-I swear,
I've been wanting to tell you...

We've got sh*t to sort out, you and I,

so we're going to settle this
the way Vox Machina settles things.

Uh... huh?

We're going to drink it out.

-[lively chatter]
-[laughter]

[festive music playing]

[both giggling]

[grunts] Sorry.

[giggling resumes]

Welcome to our community.

[Pike] This place is wonderful.

You'd never guess there was an attack.

Together we're stronger
than any bile-belching beastie.

-[child coughing]
-[crowd gasps]

Everyone back. Give her room.

[coughs]

What's wrong with her?

Dragon's Lung.

-Common for survivors.
-[man coughing]

The toxins from dragon's breath
get lodged in the lungs.

-[coughing]
-Thea was trapped in the rubble for hours.

Well, don't worry, I'm here now.

[inhales, exhales clearly]

Thank you.

[coughing]

Come on, Thea.

Let Old Man Wilhand
get something to settle you.

[Thea coughing]

Oh, um, I...

[Gideon] Looks like you need that.

Don't worry, it's not water.

[slurps]

I couldn't heal her fast enough,
like she was still being burned.

Dragon's breath is resilient.

Even if you heal it,
the lungs scar all over again.

This is on us.

It must be hard for a healer

to fight against death,
knowing it's inevitable,

but there are other ways to heal.

Do you, uh, care to join in?

Later. [chuckles]

I have to stay on my A game.

-[tapping]
-[Luisa] Now, before we dig in,

I'd like Shepherd Gideon
to say a few words.

[applause]

Friends, it is easy to give up
during hard times,

to ask "Why?"

The Matron weaves our fates.

The Everlight shows the path
to redemption.

But when you lose sight of it,

we must put faith in each other.

For we are his blood.

[congregation] We are his blood.

Uh, say what now?

[congregation] We are his blood.

We are his blood.

[Pike gasps]

[suspenseful music playing]

[Wilhand] Wait a minute,
where are we going?

Far the f*ck away from here.

These are the bad guys.

They attacked Keyleth's coronation,
invaded Whitestone.

But they seem so pleasant.

Stop! Stop right there.

[gasps]

-[cultist 1] They're taking Wilhand.
-[cultist 2] What are they doing?

[Luisa] Put him down.

He needs us.

-[cultist 3] Drop him.
-[Gideon] No, no, no,

this is not our way.

Please calm down.

Everyone must choose their own path.

Luisa, have faith.

Let them talk it out, please.

Stay away from my grandpa.

[Taryon] While it's clear the ziggurat's
residuum is harmonically amplifying

the siphon's osmosive properties,
power at that scale can't be destroyed.

It's, uh, sort of a soft science.

It's not science at all.

You can't use a scientific mechanism
to dispel a magical aura.

You need a perpetual conjuration source
to convert mystic energy into kinetic.

Hence, Doty.

[Doty] Tary.

[Taryon] What?

I just figured you were a rich idiot
with a bunch of gems?

That I used to build a robot.

Taryon Darrington is right.

-You can't be serious.
-Yes. Doty, take that down.

It's unorthodox,
but it's an unorthodox problem.

Tary, turn it on.

Stand back.
There's a chance he'll explode.

-Hmm?
-A slight chance. 80-20 or 20-80.

Which one's worse for us?

[Vex groans]

So you disappear for a year, no contact,

and that whole time
Vax is dying of god herpes

and you don't even think to tell me?

He's my brother, you horned twat!

[Keyleth laughs sarcastically]

I'm sorry,
I forgot you were such close family

that you neglected to invite him
to your secret wedding!

[crying] That, that made Vax so sad.

I'm cutting you off.

Cu-Cutting me off?

I'm the Voice of the Shitdamn Tempest.

I cut you off!

-[Vex] Ow!
-Oh! [gasps]

Oh, my God, I'm-I'm so sorry that I,

I got out of hand.

[Vex sighs wearily] See, this b*tch.

Always bossing Vax, pulling his strings.

-Literally.
-[wails]

Ugh, I know.

[sighs] She gave him the blight in the
first place, and he won't even ask why.

You know, there's a shrine
to the Matron in Whitestone.

We could go demand answers right now.

Yes, yes, we have to do this.

This is something we have to do.

And maybe we stop for pastries?

[Wilhand] Pike, please, can't we at least

talk it through with Luisa?

These are my friends, my neighbors.

You don't actually believe this
"We are his blood" crap, right?

I-I assumed it was a metaphor.

Well, it isn't, trust me.

Uh, now, remember,
only pack the essentials.

Excuse me, this is essential.

Heirlooms, secret recipes, and this.

Even when you two aren't around,
it reminds me of family.

And I want you to have this, Grog.

But I ain't full kin.

A warrior with fists
as strong as his heart?

Sounds like a Trickfoot to me.

Who could ask for a better son?

[whimpering]

-[crying]
-[straining] Oh, Grog, you're very strong.

[groans]

[coughs]

I've got something for you, too.

That relative you asked about?

Her name was Esreé,
a champion of the Knowing Mistress,

a wielder of a divine weapon that could
slay even the most powerful lich.

She went on a secret mission,
never returned,

and then these monks showed up,
took the weapon,

ransacked her home,
scrubbed any trace of her.

Except this.

I couldn't show it to you
in front of anyone, even Luisa.

Oh, it's dangerous knowledge.

But you don't forget family
just because they're gone,

and Esreé's your family, too.

Whoa.

Is that Mythcarver?

"A divine weapon of truth."

Scanlan's vestige came
from the Knowing Mistress.

That's how we k*ll the Whispered One.

[Luisa] Wilhand!

You. You have no idea
the trouble you've caused.

Oh, I'm sorry I embarrassed you in front
of your cult of death worshippers.

Luisa, Pike, settle down.

[coughing]

Let him go!

You're just like the other big shots,

swooping in here,
thinking you know what's best.

-[Pike] 'Cause I do!
-Stop, please.

-[coughing]
-[Grog] Pop-Pop? Pop-Pop?

Pikey, he can't breathe!

What did you do to him?!

We're trying to save him.

[coughs violently]

Oh, God, he's got Dragon's Lung.

But the Children of Truth can cure him,
make it so he can't die.

I've seen how your friends "cure" people.

Don't worry, Pop-Pop,
we're gonna get you real... Aah!

[yells angrily]

[Grog and Pike groan wearily]

Sorry, Pike, but he needs me.

[ominous music playing]

-[gasps]
-[panting]

[Wilhand straining]

Luisa? Please.

Why are you doing this?

Because I love you.

I've seen this ceremony performed.

Believe me, you'll be stronger than ever.

[screams in pain]

[Pike muffled] Grog. Grog!

[Grog sighs]

[suspenseful music playing]

[laughs triumphantly]

[Vex] Nicely done, Trink!

[slurring] Listen up,
you fancy, feathered f*ck.

[slurring] You tell her, Kiki.

Tell her right to her f*cking
faceless face.

Yeah. I've passed through fire.

Commanded the elements.

[Vex] Yes, sister!

[Keyleth] And I'm...

so...

afraid.

Afraid that I can't save
the ones I love. Again.

[somber music playing]

I don't understand
why you did this to a man

who champions you so fiercely.

You won't even tell him
why he has to die...

and leave me alone.

[gasps softly]

[Keyleth crying]

[Vex shushes]

You're not alone.

I will always be here for you.

-Alw... uh...
-[stomach growls]

[retching]

Ah, it's not me this time.

[both laugh]

[Keyleth] How's that for an offering?

[both laugh]

[atmospheric music playing]

[Taryon] If my math is right,
this should overload the Orb.

[dramatic music playing]

[Doty] Tary.

Hold fast, Doty. Hold! Hold!

[Doty] Ta... ry...

Victory! Yes!

Doty, take this down:

-the intrepid trio triumphed over...
-[mechanical whirring]

Oh.

[somber music playing]

I hadn't thought...

Sleep well, sweet metal prince.

Well done, Mr. Darrington.

We underestimated you. Right, Vax?

[Vax] Yeah. Sure.

We did it.

We're about to seal the wound
festering under my home

and you've got nothing to say?

Well, you'll have to forgive me
for not clicking my heels.

I've got things on my mind.

For f*ck's sake, I'm sorry, all right?

Sorry that saving my life cost you yours.

Sorry that the man
responsible for your blight

turned around and wed your sister.

You dense prat,
I'd save you again in a heartbeat.

I'm not mad because you married Vex'ahlia.

I'm crushed because I wasn't there.

I missed it.

And soon, I'll miss every good moment.

We're saving a world I won't live to see.

[dramatic music playing]

I'm just not ready to go, Percy.

[crying softly]

[Wilhand coughing]

Uh, sister, are you certain
you know this ritual?

We've come too far to stop.

[coughing]

[stammers] Y-You don't want this.

It's the only way to save you.

We are his blood.

-[grunts]
-[Luisa cries out]

No.

We are.

Don't make us hurt you.

Back away from my Pop-Pop.

We've lost so much.

I refuse to lose him, too.

Luisa, please. [coughs]

She ju... she wants to help,
just like you do.

Then where was she?

For a gods damn year!

These f*cking big shots are all the same.

I'm done suffering at their indifference.

[shouts]

[screams]

[dramatic music playing]

[coughing]

Hang tight, Pop-Pop.

[yells]

[grunts]

[shouts ferociously]

[Pike yells]

Hah!

[shouting]

[strains]

[yells]

Grog! Ugh.

Yah!

[Wilhand] Son.

[coughing]

Son, please.

Come on, get up. Just get up.

[coughing]

[dark music playing]

My lady. You've come to witness?

[Necro-Ninja] Witness a perversion
of a sacred ritual

with stolen Shadowstone?

I think not.

[ghostly screams]

I-I had to act.

Surely you see.

[Necro-Ninja] I only see
a lack of faith in his plan.

[whimpers]

-[screaming]
-No.

[Pike] m*rder*r.

[Necro-Ninja] You do not die today.

But they might.

[coughing]

No.

[panting]

[somber music playing]

-What in the gods?
-[Pike] Come on, come on.

Come on. You're okay. Please.

[coughing]

Is Grog okay?

[gasps] He's breathing.

Just-just stay with me, okay?

[coughing]

Thank you, Pumpkin.

[Pike strains]

[screams]

[Gideon] The caprices of fate
are unknowable.

[somber music playing]

The burden of death
is borne by the living.

Some scars never heal.

We carry them,

learn to live with them.

Find the joy in each moment together.

-[snoring]
-For we carry those moments, too.

At times, it's all we have.

Until we are all together again
in the everlasting life.

♪♪

What do we do?

[Pike] k*ll this f*ck.

And now we know how.

[Gideon] You're losing control
of your flock.

We almost had one Trickfoot.

Now he is lost
and the other wavers in her faith.

She must see the light willingly.

[Necro-Ninja] As soon as I learned
a dagger had been stolen, I intervened.

I beg your forgiveness, lord.

My truest acolyte.

I will always forgive you.

I know your heart is distracted.

Now go.

Take care of your own, Delilah.

I am your blood.

[somber music playing]

♪♪

♪♪

Chirp.