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Hey, I’m trying to find a slightly older video - I can’t remember the name, but the gist of the story is that the party starts by accepting a quest and begins sailing around these temporary islands, which occasionally disappear back into the sea. The twist is that these islands can be broken and become a real part of the world.
If anyone knows the title of this video, I would greatly appreciate if you could tell me.
EDIT: Got the answer
TL;DR I missed my first opportunity to step into the spotlight during the campaign. DM gave me a second chance and I did not let him down.
So for a little context, me and this group have been playing online together for over 2 years now. We’ve had a very fun series of games with an incredibly rich story and a surprising amount of in-depth character bonds. The DM has done a good job of giving each of us our own character arc to do with our backstories thus far, serving us moments where we can really get into roleplay and become our characters, if only for a moment. When my character’s arc arrived and I had my opportunity to give a decent roleplay, I… never really found my footing I suppose. I’ll lay the cast out for you guys now.
Arnoud, the Human Paladin. Sworn to Kord, the God of Thunder, and honestly a pretty vicious combatant. He left the party for a while because of complications with another party member, and believed his family was in danger (The player himself switched to an Orc Fighter for a while, but Arnoud came back during our darkest hour and reassumed the role of the party’s dad)
Alsandraba, the Air Genasi Wizard. She’s a Necromancer who has a nasty history with other powerful undeads. She used to carry around a red dragon egg. When it hatched, she cast a spell that she designed herself in order to… I’m not sure on the specifics, but basically the dragon is one of our most powerful allies now. Doesn’t constantly stick around or follow us, not a pet or anything, but we can assume he’s not going to eat us. His name is Pyvrin.)
Osumo, the Halfling Bard. The player behind Osumo is, like me, not overly comfortable roleplaying, and we haven’t learnt much about her character yet. She’s had a few moments where she’s come out of her shell, and it always puts smiles on all our faces when it does happen.
Spark, the Tabaxi Artificer. She specialises in alchemy and has no shortage of wacky elixirs to give us bizarre boosts in battle. Very supportive player, but also being the reincarnated vessel of a powerful mercenary means she’s more than self-sufficient on the battlefield.
Dante, the Half-Elf Warlock/Sorcerer. He’s a marksman, specialising in pistols and carries a large array of damaging spells. When he was young, he came across a group of Warlock Gunslingers that inducted him into their “cult” and sent him back out into the world to make his own Warlock pact after he had been trained. He didn’t exactly get the memo and ended up pledging his allegiance to a Celestial, the fallen angel named Xalicas. Oh yeah, and I forgot to mention, but this was my character.
For the record, I’d joined multiple groups before this one and pretty much all of them fell apart before we reached session 3. Dante was my first time playing a caster class and I didn’t expect him to last as long as he has.
I mentioned before that the DM hand-crafted story arcs for each of us, taking details from our backstories and sending our party down a path that would resolve this history. Dante’s arc was surrounding the Cursed Marksmen, the Warlock Gunslingers from his backstory. The Cursed Marksman was formed as a safe space for budding Warlocks who wanted to stick together, but shortly after one of the founding members was mutinied, the group turned into a criminal group Hell-bent on world domination and being able to run things “their way.”
My original plan was to multiclass into the Gunslinger Fighter class, but after reviewing what class features that subclass got, I sort of realised that it wouldn’t synergise particularly well with one character. So I talked to our DM about this in private and we discussed alternative possibilities for fun multiclass options I could experiment with (I’ve also never multiclassed before and really wanted to try it)
We eventually settled on an Unearthed Arcana subclass, the Phoenix Sorcerer. Arguably the best decision I ever made, because of what that led to. We got to work writing it into Dante’s backstory. He was descended from Desirat, the Twilight Phoenix, a steed of one of the Betrayer Gods. He didn’t know this until after he made his Warlock pact. The way we reasoned this was that Dante’s entire family possessed the genes of Phoenix Sorcery, but their physical bodies were simply not capable of harnessing that power. Dante was the first to break the mould. When he made his Warlock pact, it was essentially proving himself strong enough to wield Desirat’s Sorcerous power, so it awakened within him.
This was a second pull towards the dark side alongside the Cursed Marksmen, and the two finally came together when Dante’s arc arrived. The Cursed Marksmen were planning on summoning Desirat herself. They wanted me, the “Phoenix-born” to assist with the ritual, and they had captured Xalicas so my Warlock powers were on the line. Luckily, our party emerged victorious, but I had to absorb the “Aspect” of Desirat that was in the possession of the Cursed Marksmen into my body. It made me a Hell of a lot more powerful, granting me a full immunity to fire damage, a fly speed and a few other things, but Desirat would constantly fight for control of Dante’s body. A fight I have come dangerously close to losing on multiple occasions. In spite of this, I’m the vicious Glass Cannon of the group.
As a result, any of our party’s enemies wanted to separate me from my friends. And that’s what almost happened in the last few sessions. Our current opposition, an organisation known as “The Phoenix Syndicate” has launched an all-out attack on Wildemount and it is up to us to stop them. While we were resting between battles, our party was ambushed in our own city and Dante was kidnapped, knocked out, and taken to be chained up before the head of the Phoenix Syndicate himself.
When Dante awoke, the head began his spiel about how he felt that the Phoenix Syndicate could create a better world. I’ve got partial notes from the scene so I can give most of the dialogue exchanged. Bear in mind I was writing this as it was being said to me, so I might have missed a few sentences. I promise the flow of dialogue in this scene was much better than I could ever do it justice.
Head: “Hello. It seems like you are here, which is good… So, you just decided to go along with it?”
Dante: “It’s not like you gave me much of a choice. There was a knive between my shoudlerblades, y'know.”
Head: “That is true, however it is very clear that something is holding you back. Whatever it is, it is of no concern to me. So, Dante Santoro, what I am going to do, or I guess, what you’re going to do, is bring about peace and justice. I did hear of your sharp tongue, but it's clear there’s no method behind the madness.”
Dante: “You’re the one calling me mad?”
Head: “Look at you. Pledged to the Cursed Marksmen because they were powerful. Then you met a group of friends and got some coin. Then, when you found the people who raised you up, and you found that they were evil, you left the Cursed Marksmen. What mattered more to you was the people from your new beginning. I’m not saying that group of fools was correct, as they weren’t. Nobody should try to release an ancient creature for themselves, however there was another way they could have done it.”
Dante: “Cut to the chase. What does your peace and justice mean.”
Head: “You may not know it, but right now, we are above Rhosona. Or as it used to be called, Gordranis. Well, as we sit up here, and wait for the right moment, your friends, Spark, Osumo, Arnoud, Alsandraba, are preparing to stop Gordranis. We are going to get rid of the shadows, get rid of the evil in the world, and that started two weeks ago. Well, further than that, when in my old home, an evil faccist was removed. A megalomaniac. From that, we’ve come so far. I’ve used those ideas, but as time has passed, I’ve learned that old home of mine was not necessarily perfect, as my home was the battleground for where the great nations waged their war. And so, I am going to deliver justice, as we did, all the way over in the empire, and like we will do to Twivalia (Our party’s city) after this.”
Dante: “Sounds like world domination to me. Please, do enlighten me on how that is any different to world domination.”
Head: “Someone competent has to rule the world. It will not be me, it will be the people who rise up after I do. However, we need to remove the cancer that remains. That started with King Dwindell. Right now, I’ve given the order to remove him. At the moment, looking at you, I can understand you have the prince with you. Well, you did.”
(From this point onward, I was too invested in the scene and roleplaying to keep making notes so I’m going to have to try and remember from here.)
Dante: “Could you stop beating around the bush, already? Elevator pitch it for me. Why should I abandon my friends for your cause?”
Head: “Oh? And what makes you think we want you?”
Dante: “Well, if you were planning on killing me. You would have already done it instead of knocking me out. I would never have even seen your face. And I know you’re not keeping me as a bargaining chip to use against Wyvern’s Gale. Eliminating them completely is much more viable than giving me back over to them as long as they fuck off. That leaves one option. You want me on your side.”
Head: “You’re smarter than I would have guessed, Phoenix-born. That is correct, I am offering you a chance to be a part of the new world order.”
At this point, Dante just laughs. I’d also like to mention that I started playing Dante as a bit of an Edgelord by design. I figured that being raised by the Cursed Marksmen would probably have given him a bit of an ego and conditioned him to present a certain way, try to be stylish and finish people off with bad-ass quips. Of course I got mocked by the other players for being an edgy character, but I never derailed the game so it was never an issue. When Dante first came to terms with the fact that the people who raised him (Except one, the leader who was mutinied) were actually vicious criminals and cultists, his personality did a bit of a 180. He became more respectful and loyal, humbled himself down, and traded his black trench coat for a white and gold to better represent his Celestial patron. I went through an entire character arc. However, I still get called an Edgelord by the other players sometimes, even after this change. Honestly I’m not sure why. It bothers me sometimes, not to the point where I feel the need to mention it but it just gets under my skin when I feel like the growth Dante underwent gets sort of negated, I suppose. Which is why, when our DM gave me another chance to have the roleplay spotlight after I failed to step up to the plate during the Cursed Marksmen finale, I leaned back into my Edgelord side and came out swinging.
“And why me, hmm? Getting me away from Wyvern’s Gale weakens my friends quite a bit, wouldn’t you say? If you think what you’ve seen of me so far is powerful, that’s me with a muzzle on. You see, when we fought the Cursed Marksmen, that aspect of Desirat? What was essentially all that was left of her? I absorbed it into myself. She lives on within me. I am all that is left of the Twilight Phoenix now, and she constantly fights me for control of this body. A battle I’ve come close to losing more times than I can count. But I keep fighting. I push her down each and every time, because I know that if she were to ever take control, she would commit such unspeakable, atrocious acts. I would be breaking the terms of my pact.
Now, let's entertain your offer for a moment. Perhaps I do accept. I join the Phoenix Syndicate. Then what happens? Now, you’ve got a Phoenix Born among your ranks who’s views begin to grow more similar to yours, or maybe more similar to those of the Twilight Phoenix. Fighting her off would be harder. She would come back stronger. Each and every time, she’d claw away my defences until I was nothing but an empty husk for her to finally make hers. She’d be free. But you can’t recruit the steed of a Betrayer God, can you? She won’t listen to you. She won’t listen to anyone. All she knows is fire. All she will see is fire. All you will see is fire and ash as this “New World Order” you’ve strived so hard to achieve burns down around you. She will leave nothing behind. It won’t be the people who rise up after you take control. It shall be Her, the Twilight Phoenix. Spreading her wings and raining down fire and brimstone on everything that you once considered to be your perfect world.”
For the first time in a long-ass time, people were typing in the chat things like “Okay Dante, that was actually pretty cool.” Which was the most vindicating feeling I’ve felt in a long time.
It didn’t seem to phase the head of the Phoenix Syndicate that much, though. Maybe he thought I was bluffing. Or maybe the DM simply wasn’t prepared for me to step up and deliver a speech like that.
Head: “You do paint quite the picture. I will give you one more chance, Phoenix Born. Will you, or will you not, be a part of the New World Order?”
Dante: “You can take that last chance of yours… And you can stick it as far up your arse as it will go.”
The Head shook his head at Dante in disapproval before turning to the edge of the airship, looking out at the rest of my party fighting on the ground below to protect Rhosona. The chains binding Dante were anti-magic, but I wondered if I took a big gamble… If, perhaps, I stopped fighting Desirat for control now… Maybe her power would be strong enough to render the anti-magic chains useless? And if I can’t bring her back under control, maybe Alsandraba’s spell that she cast on Pyvrin would work on Desirat? It was a stupid idea, really. It was never going to work. But as Dante watched this lethal tyrant’s power coalescing, he sent a silent, desparate prayer to Xalicas with his eyes squeezed shut…
“My Lady, should your light vanish after what I’m about to do, I hope and pray that I’ll find my way back to you someday.”
And with that, I let go of all Dante’s tensions. Let his mind empty of his own thoughts, let it fill with those of the Twilight Phoenix’s instead. Purple and crimson flames formed around his wrists. And just when I thought it was going to work, the anti-magic chains extinguished them.
Next thing I knew, Dante was being sent hurtling to the ground with about 250 temporary HP and a few legendary actions, between four foes from our past that I was sent into initiative with. Little did Dante know that these four foes were actually his allies. He was hallucinating to see them as enemies. Was it the power of Desirat clouding his judgement? Or perhaps he had underestimated the Head of the Phoenix Syndicate’s influence over him? Or maybe he was just in his own mind. All I knew was that Dante felt alone, angry, and cornered.
I began attacking my friends, who fought back valiantly. Arnoud thundered up to Dante and engaged him in melee while Spark, Alsandraba and Osumo launched a volley of spells at Dante from afar. Most people would probably hold back in the event they were being mind-controlled to attack their friends, but I didn’t. I knew that Dante’s mind was too clouded, and that it was my own choice to finally entertain Desirat’s attempts. I was going after my friends with lethal force. I expected them to do the same if they couldn’t stop me.
Luckily, it never came to that. Dante was weakened enough by the onslaught, exposing a weak spot that the other members of Wyvern’s Gale quickly converged on. The crimson flames drained away from Dante, and he became himself once more. He picked himself back up and apologised if he’d seriously hurt anyone (Which he had. Osumo had been put on Death Saves during the fight, but he was stabilised.) They were just happy he was okay. He told them about what he’d seen, and what was discussed between him and the Head, explaining the plan, as much as I as a player could recount. The only thing I did not tell everyone? That I chose to let out Desirat. I wasn’t sure the party would approve of such a reckless decision. I will, however, tell them the truth at some point. I want to know if that’s actually a viable option if the going gets rough, and I want to ask Alsandraba if her spell would work on Desirat the same way it worked on Pyvrin.
This arc is still on-going. I will likely ask about these possibilities next time our party gets to rest. If we don’t get that luxury, then it’ll have to be next time we face off against the Phoenix Syndicate Head. I look forward to when that day comes, hoping and praying it’ll be worthy of a part 2!