This is a Rooster Teeth production.

Salutations, all you spine devils.

Fly into the stinky dragon, sip our latest libation.

Zero forks given.

It's a mixture of tails, spine tequila, devil-site cider,

porcupinean pulp topped with nectar from the nine hells,

so one of which is saying porcupinean,

one mouthful of this fiendish refresher

and you'll be brimming with brimstone.

Previously, our adventures absconded away

in the AM Mobile to seek aid from ancient dragons.

While making their way up Mount Syimoto,

the party shielded themselves from shards of shadow,

definitely defied a draconic draft

and kept a lethal landslide at arm's length.

Eventually, they in the elder summoned dragons of old,

breathing fire and cold.

They learned of a long, forgotten legend,

finally fulfilled by none other than Bart the Quarterling.

After Bart finally caught his draconic breath,

the party splashed into the shadow main,

where they encountered Inku, Hugh, Manor,

...