The Legend of Vox Machina

Whoa!

Hmm.

Still nothing.

Are you sure this tracking gem of yours isn't malfunctioning?

On Exandria, only two things never waver--

gems and my hair.

Trust me, our quarry is nearby.

I loathe magic.

- -

It's bad today, isn't it?

It's just from being crammed in that carriage.

I need to stretch.

You need to sit down.

You'll stand strong again, brother.

But for now, do as the lady asks.

There is a cure.

I can feel it.

Just...

hold on.

Um...

Hey. You okay, Pikey?

You know, um, I miss him, too.

I-If you want to talk--

Aha!

C'est voilà!

We can mope about Scanlan later.

Right now, I just want to find Delilah and make her pay.

I wasn't talkin' about Scanlan.

What do you see?

Oh, the usual.

Death cultists.

Some supernatural villains. I...

Wait.

No.

There's a second orb.

- -

Of course there's another fucking orb.

Delilah didn't even try to restart the one in Whitestone.

Don't be too hard on yourself, darling.

Lucky for us, the Dark Bard led us right to it.

Any sign of the Death Knight or Necro-sassin?

Who now?

Why, the villains of our story.

I gave them catchy names for my book.

With the Priestess of Night and the Beastmaster,

they combine to form the Unalive Five...

Five, Five.

-Ugh. -Absolutely not.

I'd buy that book.

- -Oh, wait. Something's happening.

It's a portal?

We are his blood!

We are his blood!

We are his blood!

We are his blood!

Children of Truth,

the Whispered One sends his praise.

You have lost loved ones,

weathered the storm of misfortune.

But your undying efforts to tear down the old ways will soon be rewarded.

For tonight,

his most faithful will be granted entry into Thar Amphala

to help complete his ascension.

And tomorrow,

under the full moons of Catha and Ruidus,

the world shall be unmade!

We are his blood!

We are his blood!

Well, they seem excited.

I'm no expert on the gods,

but allowing a sociopathic creep to become one is probably not great.

Yeah, but we got this.

And if it can destroy him,

that's what I'm gonna do.

Right after I carve up Delilah.

Our priority is staying alive.

At any cost.

Have you asked the Everlight?

I'm not like you, Vax.

I don't need the go-ahead from the Matron to get shit done.

Hate to be a Doubting Darrington...

but if we go near the Orb,

its magic-siphoning energy will negate my entire jeweled arsenal.

Which might give us exactly the edge we need.

The Orb nullifies all magic,

perhaps even the regenerative powers of Delilah's partners.

The Unalive Five?

We're not using your silly names.

Pfft, I am. "Death Knight" fucks.

If the theory holds,

no magic should work within the bounds of this circle.

Then that's where we kill those unkillable bastards for good.

Even if we merely disrupt them,

Delilah said the Whispered One needs followers for his ritual, right?

No followers, no ascension.

Fighting without powers feels... risky.

And in your condition?

I wish I could just go "Flame Kiki" in there

and roast 'em all at once.

Eureka!

-To the Taryvan! - Hmm?

- Hmm? - Hmm?

Ha-ha!

Hmm.

Perhaps.

But we'd also need--

-Ha-ha! -Okay.

And what about the--

-Ha! -Oh.

"Ha-ha" indeed!

Um, science bros,

mind filling the rest of us in?

It's black powder.

Pike, Grog, and the twins will lure Delilah's...

Unalive Five...

-Mm-hmm. - ...to the Orb chamber,

where they're vulnerable.

Meanwhile,

Keyleth, Percy and I-- Taryon Darrington--

will infiltrate the undercroft below the chamber to plant these bombs.

After you herd them into the circle,

we light the fuses, get clear, and...

Boom! Our enemies are vanquished

and the Orb is buried in rubble.

The climactic finale of our story.

Science!

-Ha-ha. Mm. Mm-hmm. -Digadigadiga! Mm.

- Up top. -Down low.

- Woo-hoo! - Round a go!

The closer we get, the more it hurts.

If this is the end, I want you to know--

It won't be the end.

And I won't hear talk like that.

One foot in front of the other, Vax'ildan.

Stay with Vex.

I'll make sure these bastards don't lay a hand on you.

I feel kinda bad hurtin' 'em.

I mean, they're just regular folks who got tricked,

just like Pop-Pop.

These are the people who got Wilhand killed, Grog.

And we're going to avenge him.

An ingenious use of black powder, Taryon.

How did you know to prep those barrels ahead of time?

Taryon Darrington is always primed

-for an explosive climax. -

Kind of got to focus here.

Unless either of you know how to shape a tunnel through a hundred feet of rock.

-In theory, we could-- -

Rhetorical question, Percy!

Okay, we're in.

What's next?

You've got to be kidding. Let-let me do it.

But do keep it down.

Ooh.

Tary, move.

This place has got to be ready to blow

so Vax and the others don't have to wait a second longer than necessary.

But they're so heavy.

I'm getting these things on my fingers.

Is Little Elf Boy contagious?

Those are calluses.

Now keep quiet.

Only the most faithful,

the most deserving

will be chosen to pass through the sacred portal

and enter Thar Amphala to meet our lord.

Step forth if you believe yourself worthy.

-Hey! -

What gives you the right to seek his favor ahead of us?

Yeah, wait your turn.

My brother is dying, you prick.

Only the Whispered One can save him.

-See for yourselves. -

As long as you're suffering, we might as well take advantage of it.

You two!

You will come with me.

I need another fuse.

Now.

Right. Right.

Give me a second.

Uh...

-Uh... - "Taryon Darrington,

nary a tarrier, knew time was of the essence.

Nerves of steel steadied his sooty hands."

What are you...

Oh!

"For the hero knew one false move and they'd be...

buryin' Darrington."

Ooh, that's a good one.

Guys,