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On the war-torn world of Dämmerung, Grimnar, Nehebka and Muffy wake up in an army barracks and end the day in a firefight over a dead angel. In between they sit through a tense war council with the leaders of an alliance fighting The Warmind, a weapon built to save The Underdark that turned on everyone. They also learn that the plan to stop it hinges on a bomb someone has to carry by hand. It has a mustache portrait, a salute invented on the spot, a confession from Nehebka that rattles the room, and a copycat fireball that only earns a six out of ten.

The Story

A Leader’s Doubts

The episode opened on the memories of Trissavin Baenerret, a drow. As a girl she had dreamed of becoming a priestess, a leader and a beacon of hope for her people. Then the Damaranians from the world above crusaded into the Underdark and put her people to the blade. Later the Illithids and Duergar came to her with a plan for a weapon that would protect the Underdark and drive the Damaranians off for good. She didn’t believe in it, “but what choice did they have?” Papers were signed. She told herself this was what leadership meant.

The weapon was the Warmind, and it betrayed them all. Trissavin fled the tunnels and was among the first to organize a breakaway from it. When she saw the destruction it had caused on both sides, she collapsed in tears. Now her alliance was all that stood between the Warmind, the Last City and the Planar Gate. A day earlier, strangers had appeared offering salvation, and she went to bed terrified of the possibility of hope, thinking: maybe, just maybe.

Morning in the Barracks

The night before, the party had a tense encounter with an Illithid known only as the Physician and his Nightingales. They slept it off in the barracks. In the morning a friendly hobgoblin soldier named Calvin the Hob tapped Grimnar awake (“Hey, you awake?” “Well, I am now.”) and pointed them to breakfast, warning that the command tent was busy.

Muffy was already up, painting as a morning meditation. Nobody could tell whether her paintings were magical or “just coloring pictures.” Soon soldiers had crowded her desk asking for unit insignia: crossed bones and a sword, “and also like a laser,” flaming swords, skulls. It turned her corner of the barracks into something like a tattoo parlor in a small town. Nehebka had not slept at all. She knelt in meditation inside a slow cloud of drifting sand, and the soldiers gave her a wide berth after her display the night before. When Calvin politely offered her water, she set him straight:

Nehebka: “I am born of the desert sands. What exactly do you think water would do?”

Grimnar asked her to cut him some slack. “I could cut many things,” she replied. “Slack is not one of them.” Calvin decided he didn’t want to be bisected.

Muffy then produced an older painting she’d taken by accident: a perfectly scrolled portrait of the Grandmaster wearing a mustache. Grimnar ruled that it was technically art but might also be treason. He promised not to tell her, adding that the Grandmaster “always seems so stuck up to me.” Muffy rolled it up and informed him that art “is in the eye of the beauty of the holder.”

Nehebka then performed a divination about the two who had gone toward the mountain. A dome of sand rose around her and showed lightless tunnels, metal beams, muck and the breathing of two people, one more haggard than the other. She felt a warmth spreading in her side. The pair had met resistance and one was wounded, but they were pressing on underground. Muffy stuck her snout into the dome for a look before the sand drifted back into Nehebka “like a fairy dusting.” Grimnar, old-ish and stiff, spent the whole time stretching loudly in the corner with his joints popping.

A white-masked Nightingale crossed the camp toward them while soldiers stepped out of its way. Nehebka sensed its heartbeat through the ground and found it unnaturally still. It summoned them to the command tent. Grimnar studied it closely and took on its resistance to psionic attack, as he had with the Physician. The Physician’s power had felt alien, but this one’s felt trained and practiced, with something on its person adding to it magically. Next to the Physician’s lake, the Nightingale was a puddle. Muffy saluted it, and at the table her player was given the honor of defining the Void’s own salute: two fingers up, one arm tucked behind the back, the words “up, up and away,” meaning “the Fortress, reporting for duty.” The Nightingale answered with two bumps on the chest, crossed fingers and a bowed head. Grimnar then tried to keep it walking in the middle of the group, and the two traded “after you”s all the way to the tent, like a never-ending series of doors.

The War Council

Inside waited Trissavin, the duergar commander Gund Ashbrow, the hobgoblin Grim and the Physician, along with a spread of bread, cheese and wine. “You all are from the Dread Fortress,” Trissavin told them. “You all are perhaps our last hope.” She promised to show them the implement that might finally rid them of the Warmind.

Nehebka asked what would happen if it failed. The Physician answered calmly: the Warmind would march on the Last City and Dämmerung Prime, reach the Planar Gate and spread across The Void. He admitted to curiosity about how The Dread Fortress would respond. Reading him, the party sensed he was honest, but that at the back of his mind he had often wondered whether it might all become “somebody else’s problem.” When Nehebka asked whether they would fall, fight or join, Trissavin cut in: “We will fight. We will fight to our last breath.”

Then Nehebka made a confession. “I was the war mind for my domain,” she said. She had been created to protect someone else’s power and survival. Gund panicked, Trissavin’s eyes went wide, Grim whistled, and the Physician’s tentacles spread. Nehebka asked him whether he stood with his creation or with the people in the room. “I stand with them,” he said. He explained that the Warmind holds the minds of twenty million. If the city fell, it would be his duty to make sure it couldn’t take theirs, “and then I would make sure it couldn’t gain access to mine.”

Asked whether they would truly help, Grimnar answered, “We will do what chaos allows.” Grim and the Physician approved, and Trissavin reluctantly allowed it. She then turned to Muffy and asked whether she would enforce order to protect her family, a whole litter of siblings. Muffy answered: “I’m committed to the Grandmaster. If she asked me to do anything, I would do it.” Nehebka stepped in front of her and warned Trissavin that what the party sought also resided within the Warmind, and that they would take it and destroy it if they had to. “I would hope that your intentions do not turn your malevolent gaze towards us.” Trissavin said she wouldn’t dream of it. “As one who does not dream,” Nehebka said, “good.”

Grimnar ended the posturing with the most important question of the meeting: could they have breakfast first? “You could all be dead this afternoon, so might as well eat.” He left with bacon and high-fived the 34th on his way out.

The Solar’s Grave

An organic, insect-like tracked vehicle carried everyone past green mountains and a great city of factory pipes, then down into a tunnel for an hour of horrific silence. It came out at the Solar’s Grave, a research facility full of duergar in lab coats, cannons and troll-like constructs carrying crystal turrets. From an overlook the party saw what it was all for: the colossal corpse of a fallen solar, with iridescent armor and gold-and-white wings smeared with mud and flecks of gore. Crews were harvesting its bones and gold, and giant drill-like syringes were drawing out its marrow.

Gund looked proud, and Trissavin stood tight and still. “The Damaranians above, they called it down,” she said. “And this is why we needed to make the Warmind… We just didn’t expect it to work that well.” Nehebka felt a familiarity with something summoned and discarded like this. Grimnar recalled soldiers’ tales of a corpse in the Void “bigger than a world” being harvested for its power, “but soldiers say a lot of things.” Half under his breath he added that it reminded him a little of the Grandmaster. Muffy noted it was missing a mustache.

Gund laid out the plan. One warhead was ready and five more were in development for a multi-pronged attack. One would go in by air, and another would be carried through tunnels under the mountain to bury or blast the Warmind. The warhead couldn’t be fired from anything, so someone had to deliver it. Since the party “fell from the sky,” that would be them. Reading the room, they saw that Trissavin, Grim and the Physician weren’t planning to sacrifice them, but Gund was perfectly willing to. Muffy invited him along, needled him about directing his forces from a tent outside The Blastlands, and stared him down with Grimnar looming behind her like a giant bear. Gund backed off. “Have somebody paint me a picture so I can make sure of it,” Muffy said, and the Physician snickered. Grimnar agreed to carry the bomb, and Grim promised a tunnel map, noting that the 34th and their earlier iterations had dug those tunnels.

Then came an echo, another, and plumes of smoke to the south. The Physician put on his mask. “Well, my friends, looks like we’ve been found.”

The Defense

“We can’t let them destroy it,” Gund shouted. “If they destroy it, all of this is over.” Trissavin apologized for asking more of them and begged for their help. Nehebka filled her scimitar with sand and wrapped sand around Grimnar’s heart to ward off death. Grimnar’s eyes filled with black void and multicolored lightning crackled around him as he copied the ward onto Muffy. It sat by her heart like defibrillator paddles and left her fur staticky with eighties hair. On her way to her post, Muffy painted a mustache on the Solar and walked off giggling.

The allies took their places. Grim and his gas-masked redcaps held a flank, Trissavin and her drow guards held another, and Gund’s duergar chanted “Iron Within!” as Grimnar arranged them into a shield wall in front of himself. The Warmind’s forces marched in from the south: soldiers, a flare-carrying lieutenant, heavy defenders and wheeled cannon-creatures with barrels jutting from their gaping mouths. Gund ordered everyone to protect the corpse from the waist up, since the toes were expendable. Muffy amended this to “Protect everything and forget the toes.”

“Hold the line!” Grimnar roared. The lightning burned away fur and skin around his eyes and charred his already torn and burned hands as it heated into a giant fireball. He hurled it some three hundred feet over Gund’s shields, catching nine enemies and reducing several of the smaller ones to slag. Nehebka’s lower half became a whirling tornado of sand. The lieutenant survived long enough to fire a red flare, and after a moment of silence war horns droned from the west and south. Nehebka opened a sand-wrapped tree and carried herself and Muffy deep into the enemy line, while Grimnar stayed put, having just thrown a fireball three hundred feet. Muffy raged into the lieutenant and broke its knees. “They can’t go for those toes, but we can go for theirs.”

Grim, impressed, threw his own fireball and blew the lieutenant apart while Muffy leaned on her sword in its foot. She gave him a thumbs up from the smoking crater. When Grim asked how Grimnar liked it, he got a verdict: “It was fine. Six out of ten.” A drone swung its blade straight through Nehebka’s sand body. “You were saying?” A cannon’s explosive bolt hit Trissavin’s squad, but her guards closed their shields around her like a metal lotus. Then Gund charged off to reinforce her, leaving Grimnar alone behind the perimeter he had built: “everybody just fucked off… We have tactics.”

The Titans

Two Titans arrived, one from the south and one right beside Trissavin, shaking the ground as they eyed the Solar. The Warmind meant to destroy the corpse. The drones chanted, “The Warmind approaches.” Another cannon blast caught Gund’s duergar and Trissavin both, and the war mistress changed the plan: “This isn’t gonna work… Go talk to the bear. Tell him to get the warhead.” Her messengers ordered everyone to pull back, and she blinded the western Titan with magical darkness.

Grimnar picked the Titan bearing down on his friends to cover their retreat. Lightning fell from the sky into his white-hot hands and collapsed into his body. Then, in an enormous burst of unbridled chaos energy, he fired two beams of light from his eyes. The Titan seized up with lightning crackling through its joints and eye sockets, and crashed to the ground in a cloud of dust while everyone cheered. Then more war horns sounded in the distance. The Warmind was coming.

Notable Moments

  • Muffy’s portrait of the Grandmaster with a mustache, which Grimnar called possible treason, was followed by Muffy painting a mustache on the Solar’s corpse.
  • The Void’s official salute was invented on the spot: two fingers up, arm behind the back, “up, up and away.”
  • Grimnar and a Nightingale traded “after you” all the way across camp.
  • Nehebka admitted to the Warmind’s creator that she was once “the war mind for my domain.”
  • Grimnar’s three-hundred-foot fireball, and his “six out of ten” verdict when Grim copied it.
  • Grimnar dropped a Titan with eye lasers fuelled by raw chaos energy.

Memorable Quotes

  • Nehebka: “I could cut many things. Slack is not one of them.”
  • Grimnar: “Technically, yes, it is art, but I also think it might be treason.”
  • The Physician: “It would be my duty… to make sure that the warmind could not gain access to their minds. And then I would make sure it couldn’t gain access to mine.”
  • Grimnar: “We will do what chaos allows.”
  • Nehebka: “I would hope that your intentions do not turn your malevolent gaze towards us… As one who does not dream, good.”
  • Trissavin Baenerret: “They called it down. And this is why we needed to make the Warmind… We just didn’t expect it to work that well.”
  • Muffy: “They can’t go for those toes, but we can go for theirs.”
  • Grimnar: “It was fine. It was fine. Six out of ten.”

Who and What Appears

Characters

Grimnar (Mudcat).

  • Old-ish and stiff, and stretches loudly.
  • Called “the bear” by Trissavin; looms “like a giant bear.” That he is a bear is inferred from these lines.
  • Adopts resistances from creatures he reads and copies spells cast on him (death ward), along with chaos-energy tells: eyes going black void, multicolored lightning.
  • Turns lightning into fireballs and fires chaos-energy eye lasers. Using his power chars his hands and burns fur and skin around his eyes.
  • Finds the Grandmaster “stuck up” but won’t report the mustache portrait.
  • Has heard soldiers’ tales of a world-sized harvested corpse in the Void.
  • His answer to the alliance: “We will do what chaos allows.”

Nehebka (CriticalBard).

  • “Born of the desert sands,” scaled with rough hands.
  • Doesn’t sleep; meditates in drifting sand. Doesn’t dream.
  • Divines through a sand dome; has tremorsense.
  • Sand form, tree stride, death ward (sand around the heart), longstrider, shillelagh on her scimitar.
  • “I was the war mind for my domain”; created to protect someone else’s power and survival.
  • Says what the party seeks “resides within this Warmind.”

Muffy (JustSeum).

  • A dog, one of a whole litter with many siblings. A painter with a paintbrush weapon; barbarian rage.
  • Runs the game Cabals and Krakens.
  • Owns a mustached portrait of the Grandmaster.
  • Painted the 35th portrait (a gift) and a mustache on the Solar.
  • Defined the Void salute.
  • “I’m committed to the Grandmaster. If she asked me to do anything, I would do it.”

Trissavin Baenerret (Kyle).

  • Drow war mistress of the alliance. Once dreamed of priesthood.
  • Approved the Warmind project and later led the breakaway from it.
  • Speaks Sylvan to her guards. A multicaster with battle commands, in black battle plate.
  • Hopes to restore the lost temples.

Gund Ashbrow (Kyle).

  • Duergar commander with an “Iron Within” retinue. Proud of the Solar’s harvest.
  • Would rather build artillery.
  • Will lead the Blastlands distraction; willing to let the party be sacrificed.
  • Backed down from Muffy.

Grim (Kyle).

  • Hobgoblin (“Devastator”) leading the redcaps.
  • Was slated to lead the tunnel operation.
  • Copied Grimnar’s fireball. Approves of chaos.

The Physician (Kyle).

  • Illithid with tentacles and a mask, master of the Nightingales.
  • Helped build the Warmind.
  • Vows to deny it everyone’s minds, then his own.

The Nightingales. White-masked, still-hearted servants of the Physician. Their psionic resistance is trained, plus a magical source on their persons. Five are present.

Calvin the Hob. A hobgoblin soldier, friendly with the party.

The 34th (Deep Divers). Salute with two fist bumps and a gurgle. They and earlier iterations dug the tunnel network.

The two at the mountain. Unnamed in this episode. Traveling underground; one wounded.

The Warmind. A construct-intelligence holding about 20 million minds.

  • Its forces chant “Surrender to the will of the Warmind.”
  • Units: soldiers, flare lieutenants, defenders, bolter cannons, Titans.
  • Seeks to destroy the Solar’s corpse.

The Solar. A winged, armored, gold-and-white divine corpse “called down” by the Damaranians. Being harvested for the warheads.

Places

  • Dämmerung: greenery and mountains away from the front.
  • The Last City / Dämmerung Prime and the Planar Gate. The large city seen from the transport is possibly Dämmerung Prime (inferred).
  • The barracks (with mess tent and command tent).
  • The Underdark, the tunnels, and “the above.”
  • The Solar’s Grave research facility.
  • The Blastlands, the trenches, and the mountain (the Warmind’s location, per the plan).
  • The portal relay (mentioned).

Items

  • The warhead (one ready, five in development), built from the Solar.
  • The tunnel map.
  • Muffy’s paintings.
  • The organic transport and the troll-turret constructs.

Lore statements

  • The Void salute (canon per Kyle): two fingers up, arm behind the back, “up, up and away” / “the Fortress, reporting for duty.”
  • The Nightingale salute: two chest bumps, crossed fingers, a bow.
  • The Grandmaster and the Arbiter have wings.
  • If the Warmind wins, it would “spread across the Void.”

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