Our heroes speed on wings of magic toward the airship upon which they believe the legendary Scepter of Altoria is passenger. Shabba can only watch in horror. Azlo wins the race. Tokas starts the proceedings.

Our heroes trade the relative safety of the guildhall for the chaos of Nennept’s streets, even as a dark army gathers outside its very walls. Shabba heeds the call. Tokas considers a benevolent bestowal. Azlo provides verbal expediency.

Our heroes receive an overview of recent events from a high-ranking member of the Sapphire Sabre and make plans to aid the city. Tokas has a clever hunch. Shabba receives unexpected correspondence. Azlo bestows a kingly gift.

Beset on all sides by cultists in guards’ clothing, our heroes attempt to survive their homecoming. Azlo forms a blockade. Shabba splits up. Tokas deduces a stunning theory.

Our heroes teleport home, only to have their loyalties called into question. Azlo extols the virtues of wealth preservation. Shabba plays gatekeeper. Tokas picks up a prospect.

Our heroes count their treasure… and look for creative ways to get rid of it. Azlo receives a startling message. Shabba gets a ticket to ride. Tokas takes to toxins.

Will our heroes defeat the monstrous beast they have roused from its lair and reap the spoils of battle? Azlo may not be around to find out. Shabba gives a heads up. Tokas strikes the fiery blow.

The party returns to Sulchea to find out the latest on the the Yrdrazu saga. Azlo gets absolved. Shabba laments his herd. Tokas suggests a team-up.

Our heroes have some unfinished business to attend to. Azlo faces his family. Shabba imagines the future of the troupe. Tokas proposes going on the offensive.

As they rot in prison, our heroes lament Felmindar’s escape and wallow in the hopelessness of their plight. Azlo determines the mode of his archrival’s exit. Shabba is parted from his best friend. Tokas enjoys the food.