A purring door leads to a kill-room: cages, a pirate captain with a monster of a “pet,” and Bernadette Follis broken in a cell with an arm missing. What follows is pure trench-fight D&D, where the floor turns into a hazard map, Mecoo keeps getting dragged back from the edge, Nefir burns himself down to keep a kid alive, and Bramble erupts out of captivity with Sydan’s fire at his heels. When the dust finally settles, it isn’t just loot and prisoners being hauled out of Tricadia, it’s a daughter being carried home. Two weeks at sea, one hand-carved replacement, and one high-level miracle later, the party gets something rare: a win that actually feels like it matters.

Music: Conclude the Heist (Escape Theme) by Supernova Collective https://supernovacollective.bandcamp.comLicensed under Scrybe Quill Context Licensehttps://www.scrybequill.com/license

This week the stream didn’t get taken out by Streamlabs, Twitch, or YouTube, it got taken out by Forge. Servers couldn’t play nice with Cloudflare, half the table couldn’t log in, and the duct-tape fix was VPNing to Canada… which worked, right up until my PC started dumping RAM like it was trying to hit a high score and the stream died anyway. In the recap, the party bags their fourth key after dropping a nasty two-headed hook-hand horror, gets jumped by moon wraiths, and then Bramble goes full werewolf and has to get non-lethally put down and locked in a sarcophagus until someone can cure him. And for the DM Deep Dive, I get into power builds: why I don’t allow “named” internet builds at my table, and how one broken character can warp the whole party’s fun.

Tricadia stops being a “rescue mission” and starts being a pressure cooker. The party fights a memory-chewing oobleck that turns thoughts into fog, pushes through wards that snuff out their safety nets, and keeps cracking cages open while the whole cave system trembles like it’s listening. Outside, the SS Sadness is trading cannon fire with two hostile ships, and the escape route keeps shrinking by the minute. Then the last unopened door purrs back at them, and behind the bars sits a face Cliff recognizes: Bernadette. One move from here decides whether this becomes a clean extraction… or a very loud obituary.

Music: Deep Blue Sea Blues by Clara Smith https://www.openmusicarchive.org/browse_tag.php?tag=bluesPublic Domainhttps://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/mark/1.0/