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Okay I think we all agree that Keyleth was not in that rudius club and the attack was meant for someone else, but can you imagine???
The episode 29 hits just keep on hitting
It just keeps going deeper and deeper man 😫
I will never be over the arc calamity went on. It went from "oh these six people are going to fail to stop the apocalypse" to "oh they are going to cause the apocalypse and kill two thirds of exandria" to "oh they saved one third of population, they gave them the fighting chance" and I'm so emotional over it I can't deal
Jealousy is a purple-haired sorcerer
marisha’s character: *unusually heated about how cups should be stored* marisha’s husband: 👀 👀 👀
Endless EXU 25/???
Endless EXU 24/???
Wrayne doesn’t bother finishing her sentence. She can hear the transmission cut out, and she knows that Cerrit can’t hear her anymore. So she takes a moment, just one, to close her eyes and breathe, before Kir speaks up, his voice much quieter than usual.
“Mom? Why’d you stop talking?”
She swallows, opens her eyes, and looks at her children. Kir’s eyes are wide, frightened and confused, and Maya is still clutching that strange orb like it holds the answers to all of life’s problems, and maybe it does. “Sometimes,” Wrayne says, “when there’s powerful magic where you are, it can stop other kinds of magic from working. Your father is in a place with a lot of magic right now, and that magic got so strong that it broke his sending stone.”
Kir nods, and Wrayne can see Maya’s eyes narrow a bit as she processes that, trying to decide if she believes it. And Wrayne isn’t lying- that is a simplified version of the truth, or at least what she believes the truth is. “Do you think he’s really coming home?” Maya asks, voice small, hands still tight around the orb.
Wrayne kneels down in front of them, puts one hand on Kir’s cheek and the other on Maya’s shoulder. “He promised that he’d try. So we’re going to be patient, and we’re going to trust him, and we’re going to hold onto our hope, alright?”
Both children nod, their eyes shining with tears that she’s sure will be shed in the coming days.
~~
Later, after both children have fallen into an uneasy sleep, Wrayne grabs a piece of parchment paper and sits down at the kitchen table to do some math.
She writes down her own top speed, and how many miles she can cover in a day before needing to rest. And then she thinks for a second, about how far and fast she could really fly, if there was danger behind her and maybe ahead of her, if she was trying to reach her family before that danger did, and she scribbles out those numbers and writes two more, higher this time. And then she thinks again, about Cerrit’s training, of all his years flying and fighting through the city of Avalir, and she scribbles again, makes them just a little bit higher.
Next, she moves through the home, checking on the children for a moment, making sure that they’re still asleep, until she finds a map of Exandria. She lays it out on the table, and then she draws an X over Domunas, where Cerrit was, and another over her own location.
And then Wrayne starts drawing a line.
She curves it, over islands and coastlines, knowing that even Cerrit will need to pause to rest. And when she’s done, she measures it, and she goes back to those two numbers that she wrote, and she calculates.
Three weeks.
Maybe four, if he’s injured or didn’t have time to plan out a route like she did and has to backtrack, or…
Three weeks, maybe four.
Wrayne drops her quill and sits back in her chair, letting out all of the breath in her lungs in a long exhale. Three weeks, maybe four. She doesn’t know what the coming days will look like, doesn’t fully understand yet what the children needed to run from, what Cerrit is trying to run from. But she will hold onto these numbers. They will be her strength, they will give her what she needs to make sure the three of them, her and Maya and Kir, are ready for Cerrit when he returns.
Because he has to return.
Three weeks, maybe four.
She can endure.
That last scene of EXU: Calamity is so cinematic to me. A beautiful storyboard. The kind that plays between the credits.
Cerrit stares out the window as the energy releases. A prolonged high-pitched noise. Everything goes white.
Black screen. Silence. White text at the center.
BRENNAN LEE MULLIGAN as THE GAME MASTER.
Cut back to the Meridian Labyrinth. The sending stone whispers. Maya has the orb. Cerrit's feathers rise. He makes a promise.
Cut to black again.
MARISHA RAY as PATIA POR'CO.
The sound of a muted roar that will not end. The camera tracks Loquatius' talisman flying through the air. Just as Cerrit catches it, the scene goes dark.
SAM RIEGEL as LOQUATIUS SEELIE.
In the din, Cerrit flies through the corridors, the faint sound beneath it of Laerryn directing him through the Labyrinth. Cut back to the credits.
AABRIA IYENGAR as LAERRYN CORAMAR-SEELIE.
The noise becomes oppressive, chasing Cerrit. In his mind, Nydas' last inspiration driving him through these walls. A bloodied smile. Skyships in the wind. And then silence and darkness once more.
LOU WILSON as NYDAS OKIRO.
Fire. A plume of soot and ash growing and billowing, swallowing the continent of Domunas as it is shattered into teeth. There is a boom, and all goes black.
LUIS CARAZO as ZERXUS ILEREZ.
And bursting from the cloud of smoke is Cerrit. Wings spread wide. The glint of sunrise flashes in his eyes. The Brass Ring endures. A single note plays sustained, and then darkness.
TRAVIS WILLINGHAM as CERRIT AGRUPNIN.
A gentle melody in a minor key, both wistful and hopeful. A father flies weeks over burning oceans to keep a promise. You hardly see him in the shot, zooming out further and further.
One final cut to black.
EXANDRIA UNLIMITED: CALAMITY
I am your heartfelt, handsome Herald addressing you now for the last time.
Dad, why is your ring glowing?
This scene broke my heart, I was ugly crying the entire time
Calamity mood
Endless EXU 23/???
Almost all of them could have run. Cerrit could have gone right away instead of going to join the fight, Quay could have escaped to the feywild and leave the burning world behind him, Patia could have used her teleport not on her memories but on herself, Nydas could have flown out with all his gold on his skyships or his dragon, Zerxus could have let himself die without suffering a fate of being the opposite of who he really is.
Laerryn would have always stayed. Would have always died with the city, but she doesn’t die alone, she dies in the arms of her husband. She dies knowing Exandria will endure through calamity, she dies knowing the Ring of Brass endures. She dies knowing that she was loved and despite betrayal, suspicion, lies, and selfishness it was love and trust and faith that won out.
[ EXU: CALAMITY, PART 4 ]
ASMODEUS: “Is something supposed to happen now?”
ZERXUS (confused): “I don’t know…”
ASMODEUS: “What are you attempting to do?”
ZERXUS: “I want you to remember — like you said, you remember everything — I want you to remember who you were before. Before you came here, before all of this. Do you remember?”
ASMODEUS: “I think I remember. The nature of the ceremony — this is a ceremony of atonement, correct?”
ZERXUS: “Yes.”
ASMODEUS: “I see. I think I know what may be happening.”
ZERXUS: “What?”
ASMODEUS: “The ritual of Evandrin, the resurrection. It didn’t work, because you tried to resurrect him, but he wasn’t dead.”
ZERXUS: “Right.”
ASMODEUS: “You’re trying to atone me.
And I diDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG.”
I love them your honor <3
Brennan, about to make the players experience the longest second in the history of dnd: