The Legend of Vox Machina

Really, Vex, I'm fine. I--

No.

I just need to check on the Orb containment field for--

Absolutely not.

- But-- - No buts.

The Paleguard has been doubled.

Protection wards have been up since Raishan.

Percy, when was the last time you got a full night's sleep?

Oh, somewhere between the second and third dragons.

In my defense, you were the cause

of most of those sleepless nights.

Mmm.

Ha-ha! Hm.

Aah!

Thank you, Trinket.

Darling, to bed.

Yes, dear.

Percival, we have been through hell lately.

For tonight, the Orb is contained,

and we're waiting on Pike and Grog's return.

Let's take advantage of the respite.

I know you're right.

I've just never been at ease in the palace.

It hasn't felt like home since...

Well, you know.

Huh?

Percy...

You do need sleep.

Couldn't be.

Oh, gods.

It's really not so bad.

Only hurts when it spreads.

You're not fooling anyone.

I just don't understand why we can't heal it.

God stuff. Look, like it or not,

the Matron has a reason for everything.

You don't really believe your fate

is endless suffering, do you?

The alternative is that this blight is for nothing,

which makes it far too difficult to bear.

Hmm. Well, I don't accept it.

End your coitus and clothe yourselves.

There's trouble afoot in Whitestone!

Oh.

Oh!

The stonework is recent.

Certainly wasn't there when we were children.

The Briarwoods had full run of the castle for years.

Who knows what other secrets they've hidden?

Underground tunnels would explain how that animal-man dodged security.

Right. If it's a dungeon crawl,

I suppose we're the ones to go delving.

I'll have the guard search for other entrances.

At least now we know what we're looking for.

Fucking Briarwoods.

Will I ever be rid of them?

Buddy, it's all right.

You can't blame the poor thing for being unnerved by a spiral

into unknown horrors and a...

Did you say "ghost voice" or "ghostly voice"? There is a difference.

Taryon, seeing how Trinket is so nervous,

perhaps you should stay behind.

You know, to protect him with your bravery.

My bravery. Yes. Y-Yes.

Capital idea. Ha. Ha-ha! Heh...

Let's move.

You and me. Last line of defense.

Let's split up. We can cover more ground.

I was afraid you would say that.

I'll give you some light, Percy.

Guys, be careful.

A copy of my parents' room?

Yeah, that's not creepy at all.

Delilah must have built this place for Sylas.

An alternate living space, away from sunlight.

It's crazy what love will do.

Love?

Well, she built all of this to bring back her husband.

Obviously, the murder and apocalyptic insanity was-- is--

it's not a great look. But it's still a love story.

Sylas and Delilah Briarwood were psychopaths,

pure and simple.

The sooner we can board this place up, the sooner they can be forgotten.

Keyleth?

Shit.

Bear, take this down.

Or, you know, take heed or whatever.

Darrington sweeps the room with the discerning eye of a detective.

Memorizing the space.

No stone unturned, no shadow unlit.

Nothing escapes the attention of Taryon Darrington.

Wait. Stop.

Nothing escapes the attention of Taryon Darrington.

Boo.

Aah!

So, they've found our nest.

Time to welcome them properly.

What is all this?

It's some sort of laboratory.

For what?

Nothing good.

You're getting worse.

- We should head back. - No, I'm fine.

Percy needs us to--

What the fuck?

What the fuck?!

Vax!

Aah!

Well, that's bad.

That's worse.

The hell?

Sylas?

Percy?

Hello? Percy?

Whoa.

What were you up to, Delilah?

What in the world?

"Ninth of Thunsheer.

The master has succeeded in returning

my beloved Sylas to me.

But something is wrong with him."

" The Rites of Vampirism have altered his physiology

beyond recognition."

"I fear the cure was worse than the disease."

"Twentieth of Thunsheer."

"His blood hunger is increasing faster

than I can provide him animals to feed on.

Though his heart remains with me,

his instincts are...

primal."

"Thirteenth of Unndilar.

After months of research and too many failures,

I think I've found a way to purge Sylas

of his vampirism.

- A necrotic rite that can remove - "Remove

- a divine curse." - a divine curse."

Vax.

All right.

Who are you and where's my brother?

Talk.

No. No, please.

- No. - I'm sorry.

I'm not here for you. I'm looking for--

- My mistress? - Who?

The witch inside my head.

The voice that never leaves.

She did things. Bad things.

Things I can't remember and...

can't quite forget.

The voice won't let me.

If you help me find my brother, maybe I can help you.

Is he a ghost?

So many ghosts in Whitestone.

I can feel them stirring.

Drawing me back here.

Warning of her return. No.

What? Who has returned?

You mean... that was you?

Then... Oh, gods.

Your mistress is--

No. No, she can't be back. We killed her.

Oh, Percy!

Damn it.

Keyleth, can you hear me?

Aah!

Vex'ahlia?

Keyleth?

Ah. Taryon?

You are literally the only one

I didn't call for.

Apologies.

Was never a fan of haunted houses.

Ironic that I apparently live in one.

- What the fuck is that? - Um,

wait. You might not want to, uh--

No. Sylas? No.