Opening Night | Critical Role | Campaign 4, Episode 29 Part 1
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Why, hello there. I'm Brennan Lee Mulligan, and welcome to Campaign 4 of Critical Role. Thank you for joining us on this journey as we explore Ahriman, a world of fractured kingdoms, tumultuous rebellion, and sorcery that rises from the graveyard of the gods. You're listening to part one of this adventure, with part two arriving this upcoming Tuesday. Our episodes typically arrive on the Critical Role podcast network a week after our initial Thursday night streams on Beacon, YouTube, and Twitch. But if you'd rather listen to a full podcast episode of Campaign 4 right when it airs without any ads, consider becoming a Beacon member. You'll receive access to exclusive content, discounts at all our online Critical Role shops, pre-sales for live events, and so much more.
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Gazing out the waters of Lake Nahami, the hour growing later in the day, It's perhaps now only an hour before Hal's big play is set to begin. The elven warrior who you followed out here to the lake made a pointed statement about family.
Caddigan, looking out at the water, where are you in this moment?
Dangerously close to the water's edge.
I think thinking those thoughts that come to you when you're alone, and they're not always the brightest.
I think Cadogan is a strong man. But I think when you're strong, you can only bear so much weight for so long. And after a long enough time, it doesn't matter what's getting piled on top.
If it's stones or pebbles or a feather, it all starts to add up.
And I think when... That last jibe came in over the past few weeks. Cadogan's been around more people than he's been around in almost a decade, seven years.
And those have added weight to his burden. And I think this last one, even though it was maybe said in jest or attempting to sort of pry in an easy way, that was that last one. feather that sort of broke down his resolve, and he can't lie or avoid his feelings anymore.
And that solitude starts to press at him. And as Wolfric sort of nozzles at his neck, as dogs tend to do when they know something's wrong with their master, it all falls away. and he just lets himself feel without alcohol or without jokes or playing the fool.
And that's where he is in his mind.
The water laps up onto the shore, Wulfric by your side. The clarity of sobriety. The thundering silence of solitude. Alcohol makes noise in the mind, a buzz, a blur, a haze. Action. Feet falling forward. gives a rhythm to beat out thoughts that are not welcome. And in the still and silence, the noises that you have been attempting to cover begin to come back to you. Wind in the branches, the babbling of a brook much smaller than the river frosh. Woods around your home, the feeling of sunset, air, temperature dropping rapidly, strange wind, storm clouds that had been set to pass north. The starlings gone deathly quiet. What was the first noise? The first thing that took that pool of dread in your stomach and moved into something sharp and horrifying.
When the stag turned away, an old bull, ready to be taken. Why did he pause? Or did you hear that I couldn't?
Whisper on the wind. I turn and run toward home. Your feet fall as fast as they can, thundering through the wood. Not fast enough. Faster. Pushing forward. You see it. The sun has set all the way beyond the edge of the mountains. Everything about the landscape of Emery, soft, beautiful, the forests old and kind, and yet suddenly, every voice of kindness has gone dark. You see the cottage. Is there a light inside?
The hearth should be lit. Marianna!
Ask me! A light kindles. Not warm red, but something pale and venomous. like specters yawning, light in a single flash. Scream. What a horror that a voice that meant every soft and beautiful thing in its final gift to you could only chill your blood and turn your stomach. First one, and then the other. The clattering noise of those beautiful, wonderful, your life, your light, everything, your heart, your heart falls to the ground in two thuds, one smaller and softer than the other.
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Chapters
8 chapters
1
What is discussed at the start of this section?
0:02–10:22
2
What is the significance of Hal's big play?
10:22–11:21
3
How does Cadogan's past affect his current feelings?
11:21–12:42
4
What challenges arise as the characters prepare for their mission?
12:42–1:14:58
5
What magical abilities does Bolaire possess?
1:14:58–1:15:28
6
How do characters interact with Bolaire's mask?
1:15:28–1:17:54
7
What challenges do the characters face during the play?
1:17:54–1:19:32
8
How does the performance impact the characters' emotions?
1:19:32–2:27:26
Speakers
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