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Sindri Westpike
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Rowena Granite Pike
Hi, I'm here to pick up my son, Milo.
Sindri Westpike
There's no Milo here. Who picked up my son from school?
Narrator / Dungeon Master
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Sindri Westpike
I'm going to need the name of everyone that could have a connection. You don't understand. It was just the five of us. So this was all planned? What are you going to do? I will do whatever it takes to get my son back.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
I honestly didn't see this coming.
Rowena Granite Pike
These nice people killing each other.
Sindri Westpike
All her fault.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
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Sindri Westpike
Sheylus de Pace Silas do you seek him? Do you seek him?
Rowena Granite Pike
Do you seek him? Do you seek him?
Narrator / Dungeon Master
Do you seek the nameless God?
Rowena Granite Pike
You have found yourself among those who roll the dark dice. What you are about to hear happened long ago, a story brought back from the edge of oblivion. Dutifully transcribed and enhanced orally to better captivate your attention. Previously, Rowena was brought back from the dead, and the team acquired an ally. Now within Westman's hold, they journey to investigate the darkness under the mountain. Dark dice the long road chapter 28 reunion. Lyrel, Sindri, Rowena, and Elias, led by Kril, their new acquaintance, passed through a series of tunnels and halls that became increasingly familiar to Sindri as they reached the dwarven Forge district. The street's stones had worn grooves from centuries of heavy work boots and wear carts. And even now, at whatever late hour it must surely be, figures skulked and toiled beneath the once grand statues and decrepit monuments, cracked and worn by time and chronic neglect. But after several winding tunnels and side streets, a familiar compact stone house came into view, a home built directly into a larger stone wall, creating the sharply angled appearance of a bisected letter. A. Sindri Westpike, the proud father and loving husband, smiled. It was exactly as he left it, and all feelings of dread and doubt began to lift from his shoulders. Sitting just inside an open yellow window was a cake, his wife's favorite, cooling in the windowsill of his family's forge. The sounds of metal and wind emanating from within.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
Cooking somebody working anvil. I must have lost my mind to think something was wrong.
Sindri Westpike
No, I haven't. Go check on them.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
We need to enter. I need to see her again. Can I see her again, June?
Sindri Westpike
Yes, you can. Just. Here's a really good start. Apologize and then tell her that you love her. That's all you need to do. You said you were shit with words. And she knew it. That's what you told me. So just go in there, apologize, and tell her you love her, and then everything will work out from there. We'll wait here.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
Father aspect just kind of like, goes through his head. The phrasing, the wording and like. Okay, yeah, yeah. We've come this far. We've come this far. Once again, Pain offers his flask to Sindri. Oh. He takes a good swig out of it.
Sindri Westpike
I mutter something. It doesn't matter where you are. You're never alone. Because here with your love is the place you call home. And I'll give my car's inspiration.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
Thank you. I guess I'll start walking towards my. My home. I look at the stones on the wall the house is built into and the little notches where my family marks the growing height of children. I smile at a few familiar names. The names of my children. And a few names next to theirs that I don't recognize. Tearing up. I'm gonna stand in front of the door, the last place I was before I was banished, and just take a moment there. Getting more and more emotional.
Sindri Westpike
I'm gonna follow just a little bit behind him. I can see he's a bit unsure, but. Yeah, I'll go towards the front door as well.
Rowena Granite Pike
The door was cracked open and clearly unlocked.
Sindri Westpike
Okay, I'm not going in. I'm just gonna wait there.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
Come on, Rowena. You're family.
Sindri Westpike
No. You need to do this with your wife. That's a moment she will treasure. That should just be you two. She doesn't know me, but she will. At least for a little bit. I'm gone and I push him through the fucking door.
Rowena Granite Pike
Rowena pulled the door wide open as Sindri tripped through inside. Though older by almost a century, Sindri instantly recognized the first of Pia hammering nicks out of a worn soldier's blade. Pia continued hammering for a moment before turning to face her long missing husband.
Sindri Westpike
Can I help you?
Narrator / Dungeon Master
I'm. I'm home. Pia.
Sindri Westpike
It's you. Oh, sentry.
Rowena Granite Pike
All her fears melted away with that hug.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
I'll pull her closer, and then Cintra just whispers I had to leave for everybody's safety. But I'm back now. I'm sorry.
Rowena Granite Pike
As if on cue, the side door opened with a slight jingle and a dwarven woman, face seemingly carved from the finest stone, with golden hair and the same eyes as Pia, emerged, stopping just a moment to take in the scene, tears filling her eyes as she smiled.
Sindri Westpike
Mother, I told you to stop flirting with customers.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
It's the only man she could ever flirt with again. Solver.
Rowena Granite Pike
The woman was drawn into Sindri's hug, and she had grown into a fine, strong form, the power of her arm surprising and comforting. Sindri.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
Oh, you grew into a fine lass. I couldn't be happier.
Sindri Westpike
Where. Where have you been? What of your.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
I've been traveling the world. I've been building churches and spreading the light of Celagon. I didn't want to go, but I will explain in better detail over some good ale and finer company. Well, it can't get much finer. I want you to meet one of your cousins. Rowena. Please come in.
Rowena Granite Pike
The teammates that were all sort of awkwardly outside looking in were now forced to follow behind. Rowena.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
This is Rowena. She has been helping me in the last few months and I owe her my life. If I'm honest, her presence here is kind of a secret, so let's keep that on the downbell. Oh, Anthran's daughter, yes, but nothing like him. She's kind and selfless. I could not be more proud of her, who she has grown to become. Oh, and with us is Elias and Little. They helped me get across the surface relatively safely.
Sindri Westpike
You have a cozy home. Rhaena will be back shortly. Within the hour. He's just out to the market.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
What is he doing with his life? That boy could barely swing a hammer when I left.
Sindri Westpike
He found a colt like you. He follows in your footsteps.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
A slight crease in Cinter's brow.
Sindri Westpike
He found the blessed light of Celagon and preaches at the local temple.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
He is so relieved and just smiles. It's great.
Rowena Granite Pike
Wonderful.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
Wonderful.
Sindri Westpike
Can I incite them? This is way too fucking happy for you, Travis. And Rowena doesn't trust Buckle. And can. Can I say for after you roll, I've got something to add as well. Okay. I wanna. I wanna insight. This whole thing. I don't know how to put it into words. She just doesn't trust any of it. Be through reading their body language or through magic. I. I don't know what you want me to go with, but she doesn't.
Rowena Granite Pike
Trust this you know, sometimes actual happiness exists. Sindri had gone through so much, and he'd finally made it home. The end of a long journey, the end of a story, a season. It could end here, like this, with Sindri happy, adventure concluded.
Sindri Westpike
Oh, I trust that he's happy. I just don't trust what I'm seeing.
Rowena Granite Pike
With a.22. Their love for Sindri didn't falter, though. As a collaborative story, the fate had somehow shifted.
Sindri Westpike
Okay, cool. I just. I'm seeing it. She's still not believing it. So, Father, you've been gone for so long. I have so many questions. I don't even know you, the man behind the stories I've heard.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
I cannot wait to make up for the time I left you. I'm working with someone to lift the banishment order, and once that's complete, I'll never leave again if I can help it. There is still a struggle for me ahead, and adventures of sorts. But we will speak of that later. Today is a good day.
Sindri Westpike
Lydle moves to join the hug and stabs Sindri's daughter through the heart before laughing and ripping off the mask that is her face.
Rowena Granite Pike
The halfwit Lyrul's face fell to the ground as the dagger found its target. She pulled the blade upward while three dark holes in her face locked eyes with Sindri. Do you seek him? That phrase reverberated through the room as his daughter collapsed dead in his arms, her breath stolen, her surprised face graying, cracking, turning to stone. The stone of the wall. Sindri shook his head. A house was built directly into the larger stone wall they now followed.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
I believe we're almost there. They moved here to the forest district some decades ago. Times were tough back then. Are you okay, Sentry? I'm sor. Sorry. I lost myself in a dream. A daydream.
Rowena Granite Pike
Glancing over at Lyrul, Father Westpike attempted to compose himself, requiring a sanity saving.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
Throw two on the dice.
Rowena Granite Pike
Gaining 10. Stress. As he looked at the furry Cyclops sitting atop Lyrel's head, Father Westpike noted a resemblance between their eyes and the three eyes he had come to associate with the silent one.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
I give her a good glare as my composure comes back. Lyrul must your creature, Galavant. So about you. Can you not put it on a leash? Or on the ground?
Sindri Westpike
Reith does not need a leash. Stop. And I'm gonna put myself right between them. We're almost to your home. Let's not spoil the moment by fighting. Nudge them just it's okay. Let's just go.
Rowena Granite Pike
A familiar compact stone house came into view. A house built directly into a larger stone wall, creating the sharply angled appearance of a bisected letter. A. Sindri Westpike, the proud father and loving husband, found himself recognizing familiar elements about this place. And his spirits cautiously rose, though with understandable hesitation. Sitting inside an open yellow window was a cake, his wife's favorite, cooling in the windowsill of his family's forge. The sounds of metal and wind emanating from within.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
Well, the vest pike wants to approach the front door and he's gonna knock on the door.
Rowena Granite Pike
Silence. His knock was met with silence, but the door creaked open slightly. Under his next wrapping, he grabs the.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
Door side and starts pushing it in. He carefully says, hello? Is anybody home?
Sindri Westpike
Hello? Who's there?
Rowena Granite Pike
The main room inside was dark but warm, illuminated by a red and golden glow coming from under the door frame of the forge. In the small room was centered a cot on which an older woman rested. Though older by almost a century, Sindri instantly recognized the face of Pia, curious and weary.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
The man who left Westman's hold roughly 80 years ago. A man that left not by his own volition, but who returns by his own choice.
Sindri Westpike
Well, well, Matt. But who are you?
Rowena Granite Pike
This was Shirley, Pia. But she looked genuinely confused.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
I'm Sintrivespike, your long missing husband.
Sindri Westpike
I think you're in the wrong house. I'm Pia Brightsmelter, daughter of Sylvia Bridesmelter. And I'm not married, much less to you. My husband died.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
We were married. We had two children, Solver and Reynard. Your memory just must follow Aspect starts approaching her.
Sindri Westpike
Stay back.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
Memory must not just.
Sindri Westpike
Why would you torment me so?
Rowena Granite Pike
In the commotion, the door to the forge opened and a dwarven woman, face seemingly carved from the finest stone, with golden hair in the same tired eyes as Pia, emerged, taking in the scene and scowling.
Sindri Westpike
Leave my mother alone.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
Solver.
Sindri Westpike
Get out.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
Solve it. It's okay. It's me, Sintre. You probably don't remember me, but it's just your father.
Sindri Westpike
My father died long ago in the Krak.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
No, I. No. I returned. We returned. He looks to Pia. We returned from the crag. We.
Sindri Westpike
Mother for us. Please, close your eyes and rest. I'll handle this, okay? Okay, sir. My father died long ago in the crag. My mother told me as much and I'm more inclined to believe her even in her current condition, over a blood covered stranger dressed like a human child. I don't know who you Are.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
Do you.
Sindri Westpike
Aish. Let me finish. I don't care who you think you are. Because whoever my mom's long lost lover was lost the right to call himself my father after he abandoned us. Do you truly wish to claim that dubious. Tighter. We may look well off, but. But we have enough debt to ruin you or any other Whitby suitor. Oh, Sindri's gonna take some burn damage there. Holy shit. Anyway, I'm just gonna watch him for a minute. And I'm just gonna see what he does from the door. Standing with the others. I'm just watching as well.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
His head kinda falls forward as Sindri stops in his tracks to do you. It's been hard, hasn't it?
Sindri Westpike
You're really going to do this? You have no idea what we've been through.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
Where's Rainer?
Sindri Westpike
Fine, let's go there. Many decades ago, when we were still young, there was an accident. Mom was hurt bad. She was unable to take care of herself, much less work. So I became head of the household, taking care of her before we realized she wouldn't recover. Gran's died before this. And that money was stolen by her other children. What are you. What are you talking about? Modir? You're right here, right? Mom, I'm not Sylvia. I'm your daughter. Please, just rest and let me finish the story so the mean man will leave us alone. Oh, okay. Very confused. It'll be fine. Just sleep. I baked a nice cake for you to have tomorrow if you go to bed. It smells nice. I'd like that. We were forced to move a few times. The council insisted that I be the only child to remain with mother. Because I was of working age. Well, near enough to working age and already working. I worked and I worked. I did whatever it took to keep my mother safe and fed through the week. And the week after. And almost a century later, here we are. Her memories are mostly from her childhood and a little mix of time after. She generally doesn't know she has children. And most days I'm either Granny Sylvia or Great Aunt Trimna. Occasionally I'll be lucky and she'll. She'll remember me. But not the others. Never the others. They're gone now. Taken by the council to some other hold.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
You said others. There was only the three of you. You, me, Pia and Rhaenyr.
Sindri Westpike
And my sister.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
You. You never had a sister. You were an only girl.
Sindri Westpike
Then why did you bring her here? It's her right. Or is that a new daughter from someone else you've petted? What?
Narrator / Dungeon Master
Sentry? Just looks back, kind of confused. No, she's your cousin. Daughter to your aunt Giltana.
Sindri Westpike
My father's a Thorin.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
She's of the Kortalum. A granite pike.
Sindri Westpike
Fine. Maybe this is not her then. I'm gonna walk over and stand in front of Sindri and look at her. So why bring a curtalim here to your old family? To mock us? Spit on us from on high with their accursed ilk. You know what the Kurtalim dealing. Right.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
No, she. She's. She's your.
Sindri Westpike
Are you saying you have a sister? That's what I have said, yes.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
She doesn't have a sister. She was an only.
Sindri Westpike
And I'm gonna put my hand up. Are you saying how old? Must be around 80 by now. Assuming she's still alive and with. They were sent to Strathmund's. Her and your younger brother. One of the holds. I'm not sure which one you are trying to say you are her. Is that what this is about? Because we don't have money to keep her. What did he. That's a pretty big claim to just not know. How do you not know your lineage? A moment ago you said your father was unfaithful. Wait. Just stop. Stop. What did your brother look like? Like a child. What did he look like? Black hair, kind of chubby as a baby. And a little blond streak near the back of his head. And blue eyes. And your sister? Very young. Cute. Red hair. Wouldn't be quiet no matter what she was given. But she would sleep if you sang to her. She loved my singing. You've opened up old wounds here. Is that enough? Antarctic?
Narrator / Dungeon Master
Father Westspike is comparing Rowena and Solver at this moment.
Rowena Granite Pike
He could roll a wisdom check.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
I think I rolled a natural 20. Wisdom.
Rowena Granite Pike
Apparently Sintri could now recognize a strong resemblance he had not previously been aware of between the two women. Though Rowena was admittedly far underweight and gaunt.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
Sintri's a bit flustered. Excuse me, Pia. Did you. Did we have a third child?
Rowena Granite Pike
The older woman pulled the blankets over her head.
Sindri Westpike
I do not have any children. Leave us. I'm sorry. She's having a bad day. A genuinely bad day.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
Nothing for you to say sorry about. Sintri puts his hand on Rowena's shoulder and looks Solver in the eyes. I'll be back when you can be proud of me. Solver. I am sorry to have failed you. Failed your mother and there. There's nothing to be proud of for me right now. Of me. I will return when I.
Sindri Westpike
He didn't abandon you so far. He didn't know I did.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
And he squeezes your shoulder.
Sindri Westpike
You didn't know. And he didn't abandon your sister. Do you know where Rainer is? I don't. He was sent off to do something for the Guild, I think. I've got no idea where he is. So are you the Rowena who claims to be my lost sister? Or are you Anthran's daughter? Speak plainly. I'm the same age as her. He look the same. We look the same. I love music so much that I became a bard. My older brother is. Your brother has the same name as your brother, at least. Look. Everything tracks and lines up. I don't know anything of my mother except she's been gone my whole life. My stepmother was terrible. And the man who raised me, he doesn't know the meaning of kindness or love.
Rowena Granite Pike
But with a 15 on an unprompted persuasion roll, tears began to roll over Soluar's cheeks.
Sindri Westpike
You've. You. You found her? Is that why you were gone? Eden? Perhaps there's hope. Maybe there's hope.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
There is always hope. Silver the sun rises each morning on glorious golden wings, reminding us that there will be a today and a tomorrow.
Sindri Westpike
Let's just be clear. I am still very angry with you. I am. I am not quite ready to forgive you so suddenly. I've held onto this hatred for so long. But perhaps I must ask this of you. You must find Rhaenar. Bring him here. Maybe bringing him back will return Mother's memory. I don't know what else to try. But with all of us here together, perhaps she will find the way to remember again.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
I promise I will bring him back. No matter the cost.
Rowena Granite Pike
Solvar nodded, staring at a face of determination she knew well enough from her mirror to Rowena, her long lost sister, unsure of how to act in such a strange and sudden situation.
Sindri Westpike
She's not staring back. She's looking at the old lady and then back to Father Westpike. We can't promise that.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
I took care of you. So saved you, didn't I? I will save Rar to gather. We can save Rar. There's no force in the world capable of stopping us.
Sindri Westpike
I. Look, you don't know my brother. And he's not a nice man. Let's say we convince him to come back here. I can't promise he's going to behave in a way befitting of his status. He can be moody, lash out. But even then. Even then, we can't. I. I Myself can't promise to come back.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
What do you mean? Of course you're coming back. You're coming back home.
Sindri Westpike
We have to. We have to finish what we brought into this world.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
I know that. I know that. We will. What we brought into this world is not our fault. Seljal and his ilk are the one who are responsible.
Sindri Westpike
We still. Still have to deal with that, too.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
Yes. I already forgot about the Neverborn.
Sindri Westpike
We can't ignore either of these problems and just come back home knowing full well that the world could end. We have to fix it. We caused this.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
We will deal with it. We will deal with it. But we will bring Rhaenor home. I've already given my word. Perhaps too swiftly. But I. I will do anything for Solver. For Pia.
Sindri Westpike
But I can't promise to be here. And if Pia doesn't remember me, she doesn't even know what I look like. And I'm gonna look back at Solver. Me being here will not change a damn thing for her. But we'll get Rhaena back. If we can. Okay?
Narrator / Dungeon Master
And where are you gonna go? He pulls you closer. Because this is home right now. Not Strathmunds, not the Mater's hope, and certainly not the madness of the surface. It's not much to look at, but I know you're a great girl. And I know you can make a great life here in Westmanshold. You can make a difference here. Make friends. This is a good place. As I need to be.
Sindri Westpike
I. I just don't think I'm gonna make it. I've died once already. And you don't know. You don't know what it was like fighting the Formless Lord and me. I mean, look at me. Look at what it's already cost me. I'm so tired. And when I look in the mirror, all I see is a fucking skeleton. And even if. Even if I do recover from this, from this encounter, I'm worried it'll only be worse next time. Because there has to be a next time. And demigods notwithstanding, we can't let the Nameless God come through. Even if it costs us all of this. And she's got to look at everything. I'm sorry. I can't promise.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
You're right, Rowena. Fine. Follow. As pike looks back at Solver. I am. The truth is that your father has been exiled from this place for many, many years. He upset the Westmen Council through his very vocal beliefs. Beliefs which he should maybe not have put before the safety of his family. He was told that returning here, or even so much as sending you a letter, would result in you and your mother being harmed or possibly killed. And so he wandered the surface for almost a century, getting updates from a merchant who travelled between here and this location on the surface. Someone he thought was a friend, but who had lied to him about your condition. Likely at the behest of the council. At some point, a family member in a difficult situation, a cousin, or so he was told, asked to stay with him for a while. And they lived together for a few months before a terrible tragedy befell their village. While they worked to help the village, he had dreams that told him about the situation here in Westmanhold. And he did everything he could to get home as soon as he was aware that the merchant had been lying. But in their efforts to help the village, they covered an evil so powerful it could eventually come to Westman's hold as well. Two of them, actually, and were still embroiled in the middle of it. We had to make a stop and make sure you were okay. To confirm it was a dream or just a nightmare. And I. Sorry to come back only now. I should have defied the council, made a deal. I should have been here.
Rowena Granite Pike
Soulwara nodded quietly through her tears.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
I don't know when I'll be back. Or if we'll be back at all. But know that I will not come back until I have Rainer with us. If you never see me again, know that I left to make things right. And know that the first time was no different. Father west pike releases Rowena's shoulder and he takes one step forward and embraces over one last time for the road. Let this old man have this. I always loved you and your mother. And I always will.
Rowena Granite Pike
The woman looked down and away, but didn't stop him. And with a natural 20, her arms slowly raised and she hugged him back.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
12. And Spike, after a long while, really releases her, turns to Rowena. Are you sure you want to leave already?
Sindri Westpike
I'm not the girl that used to hide behind trees. We have to fight this before we get comfortable.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
And so we go. Father Westpike takes off the ring that he has had on his finger that has been removed once since he got married, and puts it in Solber's hand. Be back for this. Then he looks to the mantle and he's gonna take an old necklace that Pia would sometimes wear and hands it to Ryna. And you'll return this, my two daughters.
Rowena Granite Pike
Sindri lost a dramatic amount of stress that I'm still calculating and gained Inspiration. The ability to make a reroll once.
Sindri Westpike
We'll see you on the other side of the. Whatever this journey is.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
I will see you when we're all safe again.
Sindri Westpike
I don't know you. And I'm sorry. Look, I got him here once and I'm gonna get him back again. I reach out my hand to shake hers.
Rowena Granite Pike
So what Met her grip and smiled at Rowena.
Sindri Westpike
I'll keep him safe. Please do. And bring yourself as well. I would like to actually converse with you when we're not crying like children at this foolishly late hour. I'd like that, Sovar. Mm. Just as an FYI, he never bloody shots up about you up here. Let's speak more of this in the future. And soon, perhaps over dinner. I'm a pretty good cook. Well, I'm a really good eater of food now that I'm no longer ill. Just as long as it's not Stu. Got a thing about Stu. Gross. We're not a stew family. No. Oh, thanks, Celagon, for that small mercies. All right. Good luck. You keep her safe for him, and I'll keep him safe for you. Leda looks at Rowena. Please tell your sister I wish all of them well. I wish her and your mother well. This is the first example of a harmonious family I have seen. And it is. It is touching. And so if there is anything we can leave for them, have her speak now. Thanks, Hallael. We just. We just need to bring Sindri back safely.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
Sindri really wants to hug Pia, but he knows that if she wakes up with a random guy hugging her, it's gonna be awful, so he's not gonna ruin.
Sindri Westpike
He can probably squeeze her hand, get away with it without waking her up.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
Why take the moment? Things have not gone very well for me recently. Aside from this encounter. I don't want to ruin it.
Sindri Westpike
I was about to say you gained a daughter shot.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
Next time you see me, you will see your brother with me. Stay safe. Stay strong.
Sindri Westpike
May the light guide your actions.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
What? Why, yes. May he light your path as well. For the Vespike is a bit flustered to hear his daughter say a blessing of Celagon, kind of blushing with pride, and turns around to walk out, his eyes firmly stuck on 90 degrees forward, trying to keep his head up, trying to walk without his gait, without his limp, trying to be dignified.
Sindri Westpike
What? What? Someone's here. Dear, are you okay? Dear, are you crying? Did I miss something? No. No, mom, go back to sleep. It's late. Okay. Thank you. Thank you for taking such good care of me. Is that cake I smell? Could we perhaps be a little naughty and have some? That sounds delightful. I think as soon as we're away from the building, I'm just gonna throw my arms around Sindri.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
I'm glad to know that two of my children are safe. Now I just have to find the third one. Father west pike breaks down and pulls you into a hug.
Sindri Westpike
She was already hugging you, dude. Like, for once, this dumbass, like, sarcastic, sassy bard isn't saying a fucking word, just crying.
Rowena Granite Pike
Dark Dice The Long Road Chapter 28 reunion featuring Jeff Goldblum as the silent one, Ham Brewster as Rowena Granite Pike, Ithur Vithersson as Father Sindri Westpike, Tanya Milojevic as Lyrel, Drew Tillman as Payne, and Travis Vengrof as Dungeon Master. Also featuring the voices of Hilder Magnusdottir, Rafenhildr Oradottir and Kristinatli Hemesson. This episode features editing and sound design by Travis Fengroff, mixing and mastering by Finner Nielsen, and executive producers Dennis Greenhill, Michael Villegas, AJ Punkin, and Carol Van Groff. This episode featured music by Nobuo Uematsu, Steven Malin, Austin Wintry, and Dallas Crane. Please share your thoughts about our show with friends and on social media as it truly helps us grow. And if you so choose, please check out our patreon@patreon.com fool and scholar to help the show stay sustainable. This has been a Fool and Scholar production. Thank you for listening.
Sindri Westpike
Hey, Michael. Hey, Tom.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
Okay, so you want to tell him or you want me to tell him?
Sindri Westpike
No, no, no.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
I got this.
Sindri Westpike
People out there, people lean in.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
Get close, get close. Listen, here's the deal. We have big news. We got monumental news.
Rowena Granite Pike
We got snacktacular news.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
Yeah.
Sindri Westpike
After a brief hiatus, my good friend.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
Michael, Ian Black and I are coming, coming back. My good friend Tom Kavanaugh and I.
Rowena Granite Pike
Are coming back to do what we.
Narrator / Dungeon Master
Do best, what we were put on this earth to do. To pick a snack, to eat a snack, and to rate a snack. Scientifically, emotionally, spiritually. Mates is back. Mike and Tommy Snacks is back. A podcast for anyone with a mouth with a mouth. Available wherever you get your podcasts.
Sindri Westpike
Oh, the Regency era. You might know it as the time when Bridgerton takes place or the time when Jane Austen wrote her books. But the Regency era was also an explosive time of social change, sex scandals, and maybe the worst king in British history. And on the Vulgar History podcast, we're going to be looking at the balls, the gowns and all the scandal of the Regency era. Vulgar History is a women's history podcast, and our Regency Era series will be focusing on the most rebellious women of this time. That includes Jane Austen herself, who is maybe more radical than you might have thought. We'll also be talking about queer icons like Anne Lister, scientists like Mary Anning and Ada Lovelace, as well as other scandalous actresses, royal mistresses, rebellious princesses and other lesser known figures who made history happen in England in the Regency era. Listen to Vulgar History wherever you get PODC.
Release Date: November 25, 2025
Podcast: Dark Dice (Fool and Scholar Productions)
Episode Theme:
A deeply emotional, horror-tinged homecoming brings Sindri Westpike back to his family after decades of struggle, exploring the trauma of absence, confusion of memory, fractured family bonds, and the ongoing shadow of greater supernatural threats.
The episode "Reunion" is a pivotal, emotionally charged chapter in the ongoing saga. The party journeys beneath the mountain to Westman's Hold, where Sindri Westpike hopes to reunite with his long-lost family. The narrative alternates between moments of hope and harrowing loss, raising existential questions about self, memory, and responsibility. What begins as a vision of closure becomes a confrontation with the pain of the past and the uncertainty of the future—all under the lingering threat of supernatural evils.
Sindri’s hope on seeing home:
"It was exactly as he left it, and all feelings of dread and doubt began to lift from his shoulders." [02:57]
Heartbreaking denial of reunion:
"I think you’re in the wrong house. I’m Pia ... I’m not married, much less to you. My husband died." – Pia [13:15]
The haunting phrase:
"Do you seek him?" – Repeated by multiple voices [08:08, 09:43]
On loss and resolve:
"We can't ignore either of these problems and just come back home knowing full well that the world could end. We have to fix it. We caused this." – Sindri [24:07]
The honest goodbye:
"If you never see me again, know that I left to make things right. And know that the first time was no different. I always loved you and your mother. And I always will." – Sindri [27:56]
On hope:
"There is always hope. Silver, the sun rises each morning on glorious golden wings, reminding us that there will be a today and a tomorrow." – Narrator [21:52]
The episode’s tone is somber but threaded with warmth, vulnerability, and flashes of hope. Moments of familial affection are juxtaposed with horror, deep regret, and the supernatural—a hallmark of "Dark Dice." Dialogue remains authentic to each character: Sindri’s gruff affection, Rowena’s guardedness, Solver’s wounded resolve, and the narrator’s poetic gravitas.
"Reunion" is a masterful fusion of the horror and high drama that define Dark Dice, using fantastical elements to reflect on real human fears of loss, guilt, and recovery. The episode moves from hallucinatory hope to bittersweet reality, ending on a promise: that even in the darkness, families—however broken—can find a way back to one another, so long as hope and purpose remain.