Guys, can I just say that I didn't think that you could get me grimmer than recording a Dungeon Dragon podcast in my car,

but I just discovered that I'm sitting on a crusket.

So...

Oh, bonus!

Friendship is forever.

Friendship never ends.

It doesn't matter what time you're in.

You're still a dragon friend.

A fucking dragon friend.

Strange gods and monsters seem to haunt the ruined tenements of this third age of order.

Legends of the dragon friends run deep here, and it seems that cults and religions have

sprung up in your likenesses, racked by schism, doubt and existential anxiety. It does, however,

have its perks and you have found food, succour, and comfort at the Basilica of Beauty and

Sadness, a monumental shrine to the purity of Baston in Driravich.

Now, the Abbas here, nine sister Mysonia, has told you that the four faiths are

racked in conflict, but ultimately under the thumb of a force known only as the controller

who rules on high in an inverted floating pyramid called Never. This has to be Carcis, now ruler of

Nethyel, the one true empire that rose and never fell. Under his immortal rule, the people

suffer terribly. This, however, is not, of course, your problem. Far more pressing is the fact

that without access to a nether lodestone, you are trapped here with them and with him, and you have yet to locate one thus

far. My sonia has left you alone to meditate and prepare for tonight's great sermon. All of you

are rested, all of you are back at full hit points, and if you want, you are now free

...