I Finally Faced Orin One on One...

So, we did the House of Grief last time. That House of Grief quest kind of goes and and helps tell you the story of Shadow Heart, and you actually go and you finally meet Shadow Heart's parents, and they do not approve of you. Uh, they think you're a loser, and they don't ever amount to anything. But more importantly, they've been like imprisoned for like 40 years or something. So, you go free them or you kill them. What do you think I did? That's right. Murder tribunal. Go to Candle Hollow's Tombstones to find the ballist. Tombstone shop key. Keeping up appearances. Read. Clerk Dravage. Remember you're in the business of making candle hollows tombstones look like a genuine retail establishment. Keep all the prices about half again too high so you don't sell very much inventory. Think of the shop as a stage set rather than an actual going concern. Wait, what? Hold on. This is a freaking They're laundering money. What are they doing? Seller door is locked. >> Locked door has red text on it reading. All are awaited. All are embraced. None shall escape. >> Wait, is this a symbol of the absolute? Speak the passphrase Sakarius. You cannot fast travel from this area. Wait, where are we? Is this a rabbit hill I want to go down? Oh, wait. Enter the ballist tribunal under Oh. Oh. Oh. Wait. This is about the murders. Wait, we got to continue. Tribunal antichamber. The witch guards. That wait. That which guards. The witch. That which lurks. That which watches. >> Present me well from gifts thine own. Or I shall wait. This is crazy. >> Flesh from bone. >> Clearly you seek me. The scion of ball himself. >> To passions brash, thou art a slave. This sinful ground shall be thy grave. >> Wait, what? >> 330 health. Okay. My hamster hears and I obey. >> Keep throwing. >> Yes, it's big AoE. You know what? I'm going to I'm just going to action surge this and do it again. Dude, look at how much he's just spamming the spear at him. He did over 100 damage in spear spam and 30 to the other guys. I mean, I bet this is an easy fight, though. Yeah, let's force a crit. Okay, dude. Look, look at how insane the amount of damage she does is. Wait, that did no damage that time. Wait, what? That one hit did crazy damage then nothing else did. Oh my gosh. Three health, man. Give me a break. Okay, fine. Level one spell slot. Tpple the [music] big folk. I pretty much only do divine smite if it's going to guarantee a kill. Attack. Black Guard's Gauntlet strength saving throws attack plus one. The Black Guard's plate advantage on wisdom saving throws and checks. Disadvantage on stealth checks. Key to the murder tribunal. Black guard's sword. Black guard's grieves. You gain long strider automatically. That's okay, man. I just cannot I cannot get a good pair of boots, man. Murder tribunal. >> Find a way forward. Look at the eyes. Okay, so we're at this freaking murder temple. Gentlemen, >> murderers progeny child. >> His most illustrated zealots, his faithful departed prodigal servants, each returns to do his bidding eternally. This is the court of the Dread Lord's Tribunal. I am its custodian. Here come [clears throat] those who seek to transcend. Aspirants of his most profane order. >> Aspirants, >> the wouldbe unholy assassins of Bal. But these are not aspirants. You have brought traitors of Bal into our midst. Harper Worm, the abdicating hero. Your keen sense for [music] this city has withered in your absence. >> This guy's a bad guy from Ballers. Get one. >> Man of stone. As you stood a statue, a helpless ornament. Your city warped, changed, became ripe for the plucking. >> Servivok, Bal's least favorite son. Still tied to daddy's apron strings. I see >> you disappoint me, child of murder. I expected more of your return. >> Saravok Anchev, a relic of your cursed line, a barborn who failed to become chosen. And yet the history he shares with your companion seems to run almost as deep as your own. What purpose do you have in bringing these heretics to the court of Baal? Speak. >> He did. He did measure Minsk. >> Or death will be your final word. >> Wait, how do you know each other? >> Simple. We beat him about the brow and butt until he was dead. >> Sarivok once fancied himself Bal's chosen until we put him in his place. Feel no shame for forgetting him. History shall do the same. These two have long meddled in my affairs and my father's. >> We're not here to dig up old feuds. I seek a path to the temple of Ball. >> Do not parlay with this madman. >> Zervok once had his chance to taste of goodness, but he spat it back out. Now he may taste boot leather instead. >> You speak of the past. I speak of the future. Well, aspirant, do the shades of yesterday speak for you, too? There are two paths to the temple of Bal to carve your devotion into flesh or to be the carcass that is carved upon. >> I'll answer for myself, Sarav. Minsk and Jahira answer to me. They won't be a problem. >> You make promises that aren't yours to keep. Take care that their breaking does not break something more. If Minsk is certain of one thing, it is that he very much plans on being a problem for Saraveok. >> I know these two well. I have traveled in their company. Whatever else may be said of them, they answer to no one but themselves. It seems there is some disagreement on who is master here. >> Gesture for a kneel and act to see this sham of a ceremony through. Oh, wait. They can't guidance me. Okay. Prick. Oh my gosh. Okay. Inspiration. Come on. Oh my gosh. Come on, dude. Yes. Okay, here we go. 21. >> Forgive thee insult, [laughter] >> master. >> Order, and Minsk obeys. As if Buu himself commanded. >> I never thought I'd see this. The Harper and the idiot ranger brought to their knees before me. The violence pleases Bal. The domination pleases me. Your slaves may stand, the better to bear witness. You are something truly glorious, child. Are you here to have your vengeance on my granddaughter, Orin? >> Wait, granddaughter? Orin is your granddaughter? >> She is the child of my child and your blood. But she only seeks the body and favor you were born. >> A child of my child. >> She may have usurped you once, but all her rights and rituals will never match her to your natural gift. Bal is about to name a new chosen. All is between you and my granddaughter, Arin, now. And Arin has much to learn. Our lord does not care for beauty. Bal cares only for death. Death in numbers. Death in droves. It is a lesson Orin will only learn in death. I wonder if you will be the one to teach her. Hold on. He is a ball spawn. Sand is a ball spawn. Orin is a ball spawn. Orin is his granddaughter. So, how is his granddaughter the same as Ball's daughter? Cuz Espan is Ball's son and he is also Ball's son. So, son, he's Ball's son, but then he's Ball's dad. Unless all that come below the family tree are ball spawns. Wait, ball spawn are born from mortal women, but the dark urge is said to be spawned directly from ball like reverse Jesus. Oh, do you want me to kill your granddaughter? >> She wronged me. In killing her, you honor our father with a eulogy of blood. I have heard of the duel Arin proposed to you. She [clears throat] seeks to sacrifice you in our father's temple. She dreams that your corpse will be her masterpiece, but she forgets. Before your incident, you were the true master. You were murder. Pure murder. No excesses, no pretensions. I believe you will be the one to slay Arin, but you will need my help. I see you have not embraced your birthright yet. Perhaps with my stewardship. Father will bless you yet. Before you may return to our father's fold, I must first ensure that you remain as pure and worthy of his blessings as you once were. Come, child of murder. Let me lead you in Ball's worship. Wait, wrongave. I will lead his worship. You will be my offering to Ball. Should I intimidate him or should I try and kill him? I kind of want to kill him, dude. Chat, the vote is open. The intimidation is kind of interesting though to see if he fights back. General question, who's the big bad guy in this game, like name? I don't know. Actually, I'm at the point now where I think the big big bad guy might be me. Let's just see what happens. I'm the boss of this gym, Savarok or Sarave. >> Forgive me, child of Bal. I forget myself. >> Reverence, zeal, long may he reign. >> We have a sacrifice prepared for you, child of murder. Let us celebrate your becoming. >> Should I do this? Well, I don't actually want to be the bad guy. I'm trying to Wait, this chair is comfy. Wait, it's this guy from uh what is this from? Wait, >> no. The elephant from earlier in the game. >> It wants me to kill the elephant. Valyria, >> come child of Bal, offer a thanks unto your father for your birth. And in so doing >> is the detective doing the the the Slaughter this celestial investigation. >> Spill its blood into the void and through eradication of its goodness be exalted. >> Dude, I don't want to kill him. Oh man. Dude, I don't want to kill ivory daggers. Strangle it with its own trunk. Blood will be silt. Sarave, I will slaughter you. Oh frick. I will not tolerate. You >> didn't see that one coming, did you? >> What the freak? How many actions does this guy have? Okay. Throw to that guy. Throw to that guy. Throw to this guy. through to this guy. What the freak is going on? Go to this guy. How many of these, dude? How many of these do I have? Action surge. Cuz why not? Blood Lust is broken. Elixir of Bloodlust plus action surge plus haste pot, dude. Oh my gosh. Okay, now Sband 40 damage. Booming Blade. No crits yet. Man, no crits on this one. Action surge. Still no crits. Still no crits. Okay, Sonic Backlash has heal 70 healing. You should smite more. I I usually save them for crits to get a guaranteed crit on it. Tribunal ghost use main hand attack on Boo. No. No. Boo. Haste on Saraveok. Uh-oh. All right. Time for the big show. Time for big menthar to take over the beast. Just about to run through them. Ready one. Okay. Smoke powder arrow. Okay. Get ready for the big time right here. Use smoke powder shot. Needs 15 to save and they roll the 19. Oh, how about if I give them a little bit of that? Nice. Nice. And you know what? Fly to him, dude. She's just a demon. Give him one another one. Offhand attack. Not a main hand. An offhand attack. Call the weak finishes. Pull out the arrow. Dude, it's She's like John Wick. Just Dude, Menar is insane. I just slammed him on the ground. Oh, and he's prone now. >> Okay, we have a we have a hold on him. A hold. I'm going with a We have a hold on him while he's prone. So, I'm going to drop a moon beam on moon beam on him. Then that leaves Sand. Nice. Savarok is dead. Shervak is dead. I keep saying his name wrong. Execution style murder of Ilisa. >> Sick. Nice. We did it. walk in death. >> Okay, I definitely went way overboard on the potions there and and used way more than I thought I needed to. Unfortunately, you can't get his armor despite armor existing in game. There's a mod that adds removed equipment back to the game. Really? Amul a ball on a hit. Inflict bleeding upon targets that maximum points. Oh, that's kind of cool. On hit, regain one to six health. Sword of chaos. That's kind of cool. Abattoire key map to Ball Temple. You can dark vision up to a range of 15 meters. Um, the number you need to roll a criddle hit is reduced by one. This effect can stag. You can't be frightened and cannot be afflicted with other emotional altering conditions. Actually huge. >> Took you bloody long enough. You've no idea how wrinkles like mine get caught in chains like that. I suppose some thanks are in order. You did a good job putting a stop to those barist burks. Though I do wish you'd figured this all out before I uh put the blame for Father Logan's murder on that poor refugee. >> What? Well, at least it's over now. >> What? What? No way. So he he couldn't figure out who killed him, so he just blamed some random dude. How did you end up here? >> After our chat at Charess's Caress, I thought it best to polish off the bottle I'd started. I started coming over all woozy. My joints stiffened up quicker than a brothel browser's loins, paralyzed. My vision went black. When I woke up, I was in chains. Overall, >> indeal, one deserving of a drink. I bid you a good day, but it's been royally shite all round. >> It's about to get worse. We need to put a stop to the balls resurgence. >> There is no we in this equation, my friend. I assure you, I am quite finished. >> Besides, it's plain to see that I'm well out of my depth here. >> But you, well, you gave these repbates a proper seeing to. You clearly have what I don't. Courage, insight, heroism. The city needs you. I overheard these pigs talking. There's a Bal temple deep within the old unders city that the cult is using. A century ago, it was destroyed by a group of heroic swords. Let's hope history repeats itself, eh? >> Mind who you call history, Holifant. The wrinkled orb is correct. >> Holy fan. >> Who remembers the stench of the temple? Steel. >> Very good. Now, let's talk and find that temple. Blood whispers. Find a way to access the temple of Ball. Uh, well, we killed everybody that could have possibly told us how to get in. Uh, is there another door here? Okay, there is. All right, so here we are at the Temple of Ball. Has a trap right here, so we want to avoid that. trap. >> Oh. Oh. Oh. >> Try not to. >> Okay, that was also a trap. I didn't see that one. Wait, what is this diva? Wait, what? Angels. Where did these angels come from? When I just [sighs] Is it cuz I healed? Oh, you're not supposed to heal her. I didn't de Oh no. Okay. Oh no. I have a curse on menthora and I didn't remove the curse yet. >> Take your heal >> and I a big AoE heal. [groaning] Wait, did I just kill Boo? [groaning] [screaming] This? No way. Okay, Minsk. All right, Minsk is getting worked. You shall have to find. >> All right, we got to figure out something about Minsk. Man, this guy gets freaking pounded. Oh my gosh, Menthara just fell on the ice. I thought she couldn't fall on ice. Wow, he is missing when she's prone. [groaning] Okay. Explode. Kill. Oh my gosh. Miss kill. Thank god. What an encounter, bro. Oh my gosh. That was so hard. >> Oh, master, master, master. You have come home to your royal dwelling. >> But why did you exert yourself so getting here? I was waiting to open the door. >> Lady Orange. >> It's been so good, David. It's been incredible. >> I just saw your message. >> Listen to the pretender to your fettied throne. >> I went through the whole tribunal when you could have just opened the door. >> Yeah, I would have told you so, but didn't dream of interrupting when you were enjoying yourself. So, >> hello. What were you doing this whole time? >> The temple is all tidied and ready for your worshipful act of mortal combat. The eye sockets of our graven god's icon are all polished up, ready to glow menacingly as you bludgeon your sister to death. >> Bro, what? >> I've restacked every pile of skulls and mounted more skeletons on the walls for a cozy touch. >> What the hell is happening? Have you seen Orin? >> We are unfortunate. bunkmates as she refuses to leave your estate. Every day she kills me as I'm trying to beautify the temple for your return. Up to thrice some days. Being killed by you is so much more pleasurable. Master, >> I'm not ready to go into the temple yet. >> Let's face facts, master. You might never be, but I believe in you now and ever after. [groaning and screaming] >> Stone seals this chamber against the world. >> This is a foul place. Better buried already. Buu is bristling and not from the cold. I confess that the last time I came here, I thought it would be my tomb. >> Yeah, he did kind of sound like he was into it. >> Wait, should I have not killed him? >> Will you return once you cross this threshold? >> He was asking for it. Han, I'm confused. Why does everybody say that I'm going to fight Orin? Because I thought I told Orin that I'm going to kill Gortach and then I told Or Gortash that I'm going to kill Orin. So, I was just trying to play both sides. Y'all ready for this? >> Plays out. Frick >> She's going to kill her approaches, scuttling in without the tyrants rogue. It lied to us. Ignored father's commands. I know what you did. Spilled my grandfather's crimson. He was mine. He showed me the way. How to slice and slit. He guides my dagger still. Did it think it could protect? Did it think it could save? Only the blades can offer salvation. Um, wait. If I say kill her, only children play with their food. Do you think she'll actually kill her or do you think she'll get mad at me? What in the eye? Okay. Well, I I saved just to see what would happen. I saved just to see what would happen. And now I know. Yeah, now we know. Oh my gosh. Hold on. I just realized this is a massive check cuz you might you might not even be able to stop her. You make a meaningless offering. It is my blood you must spill with guidance and advantage 441d4 advant. Okay, I can be able to get the 25 on this but there's a chance I don't get it and then lazil actually will die. No roll again. Inspiration. Oh, I got it. Saved. Saved. Okay. Okay. Okay. >> You do not lie, Underling. It is your blood I am destined to spill. Your death spit will stain these walls. Little lamb. You still don't remember, do you, Bloodkin? How you screamed as my knife slit your skull. Your brain juices sticky and sweet. >> A little hole big enough for the worm. Your body a blood sack to feed it. >> The favorite of Bal turned it. Strung up by the senus and plucked by my hands. >> A straggling memory rises. They your tyranny should have engulfed this world. It was you who were the first to be enslaved. Orin's smile was the last thing you saw. Her bright blade glinting as she chiseled into your skull. Her reckless digging left your mind shattered. She robbed you of your bloody birthright, reduced you to nothing. Nothing but pure hate. And now it burns, yearning for vengeance. Husk maggot. A ball spawn slips sliding in filth with these pigs. You don't deserve the murder lord's blessing. >> And you do. >> My grandfather ruled this city. A slaughter house ripened for my blades and you stole it. Enough. Enough. Enough. The ramp must be cold. Come close. My death's heads, but keep your blades unblooded. Bar demands a jewel. He wants to taste my domination. An altar flowing with his own unwilling flesh, draining, dying. Drip, drip, drip. You should have trained harder, master. >> [music] >> Wait, what the freak? Ew. She turned into the bad guy from Men and Black. Okay, so hold on. Slayer form, 25 strength, 18 decks. Okay, no resistances. Monstrosity. Okay. Yeah, it would have been nice to buff him before this, but it's okay. I'm going to drink the speed potion. It'll use a bonus action. Oh, wait. I think this is an easy fight. >> Haha. Watch as I transform. >> I am Jo. Run away, little Kale. Run away. >> I I'm not worried at all about this fight, actually. >> Here we go again. I'm 91% and I miss the big folk. Oh, I didn't do that much damage, man. I'm just look I'm Dude, I I got this. Booming blade spamming level threes critical action surge. [laughter] >> [laughter] >> I just chug the potions beforehand. Master, you are the chosen one. He is near. He comes for you. >> Wait, what? Wait, where is that knife coming from? >> Stellar. Wait, what? I'm playing on tactician enhanced. like super high difficulty. Wait, he has no hat in the reflection. I expected the other, but you live and her blood is returned to me. You are my chosen. I have a gift for you, child. You will use it to lacerate this world. >> A gift from your god, your father. An offering of his affection for you or confirmation that he owns you. >> No god gives selflessly. What do he has in return? >> Domination, slaughter, mountains of corpses. you standing at top them. You must destroy this world. It is what you were made for. For a moment, the brine pool of your brain clears. To die, to rest, to save the world from yourself. To accept, to become his prophet. in any disobedience subject to his lash. >> Do we resist the urge? We've been trying to resist the urge the whole time. I've defied you before. You cannot force me to do this. >> You refuse me. You are my spawn. Your veins coarse with my unholy blood. Your life is mine. Accept your inheritance or I will reclaim it. >> Okay, so the vote means nothing. What do I mean? It was tied for first. One and three were like both 31%. I don't need any of this. The only thing I know is this fight my side. >> You were made to conquer, to devour. >> Oh, wait. What's it doing? >> You reject my blood and so will reclaim it. >> Wait, what? I will make another. >> Wait, what? >> Worthy. >> For the first time in over a century, silence falls over the Bal Temple. No chance, no screams, no prayers. In the end, your own death brought you more joy than any you wrought on this land. You're slipping into peaceful oblivion. >> Wait, what? >> But your journey is not over. >> Oh, it's not over. Okay. >> Thou hast defied Bal, thy lege and father, and in doing so hast earned a place among champions and heroes. But alas, thy courage was in opposition to the divine cosmology that bound thee to the lord of murder. >> Wait, is this now faithless, godless, and doomed to wander the fugue plane for eternity? I will not permit that, though all the powers of life and death dictate that it should be so. I too still hold some power, and I invest a portion of it in thee, who hath challenged the gods, and now liveth to tell of it. [laughter] >> The fight is not over, and it is thy fight. For one who can look upon Bal and oppose him can survive any crisis. So rise, challenger of gods, and prepare for battle once more. Death will not claim thee whilst I endure. >> I deserve to die for all the evil I've done. The sole way to atone for thine actions is to do better in a new dawn. That dawn has come. Bal tried to extinguish thee, but his wroth is imprecise. He only succeeded in killing the part of thee he knew. The urge that drove thee to terrible acts. the spark of brutality that made thee his. But there is a new part of you that hath grown during thy travels. That part Bal could not extinguish, and so instead of destroying thee, he hath made thee a new. The heart of a savior hath overshadowed the mind of a murderer. Thou hast vanquished thine urge. >> Wait, so the dark urge is gone? My old memories of my past self, I can never get them back. >> If thou couldst recall in >> a new part of you has grown during your travels >> committed every tragedy thou hast authored which thou truly want to >> dishonor my victims. >> All their names are written. One day, if thou truly wishest, I will show thee, and we shall remember them together. Today, thou art born a new. Minsk had his doubts about you, little slayer, but Buu had none. >> They did kill a lot of people. Greet the bloodless dawn, child of none. Uh, I have no idea what to do. >> Thy path is clear. You must save Gate. >> As it was, so it is again. A hero has risen from a legacy of death. I just revived you. Now, please suck me off. >> But surviving Orin took courage and strength. I was not sure I had. I could not have faced her without you. >> She didn't even face her. That was just me. Few people could face a chosen abal. You did. >> You are trying to raise my spirits. There is little relief to be found while the brain is still free. But we can talk of this later. [laughter] >> It changes what she's saying when you skip. Okay. All right. Well, cool. We got Shadow Heart. We got Wait. Oh, Lazelle is at camp. Orin's gore pile. You are born a new, cured of all distraction. Good. Orin's Nether Stone is in our grasp. And now we must look ahead to the other. Gortach. >> The great Arch Duke is awaiting word of Orin's demise. No doubt. >> Seek him out. He is all that stands between us and the Elder Brain. >> Received Orin's Nether Stone. All right. So, we got Lazelle back. Let's go back to camp. We got Lazelle back. We got Orin's Netherstone. We made it to the Temple of Ball. We What else did we do? We We uh killed Sarave. We did a lot, dude. We did a lot today. Someone in camp still wishes to speak with you. Two people in camp. Okay, let's go talk to Lazelle. But let's see. Let's see what happens here. This is the uh this is the the >> It is not in a gift Yankee's nature to say thank you. >> Okay. Well, then don't. >> Our language doesn't even have a phrase for it. Craman is the closest equivalent I know. May your enemies know agony. >> What's up, Julie me from Orin's grip. There is only one proper response. [music] >> Thank you. Sincerely, >> thanks. Barely covers it. You owe me a life debt. >> You're breathing right now, are you not? I think you'll find I've paid that debt [laughter] in advance. But I admire your dedication to provoking me on the rare occasion of my gratitude. Well done. >> How can I help? >> I don't think it's what happens if we fail that concerns me. We'll be beyond our worries at [music] that point. I think what bothers me is what happens if we succeed. I've never been able to write my own future. I wouldn't even know where to begin. It >> doesn't have to be a dawning bride. Just dream about what you'd like. >> I'd like to find somewhere peaceful with my parents close by. Away from the city, perhaps. >> Go on. >> I'd like room for animals. Lots of them. All shapes and sizes. So long as they appreciate a warm fire and more affection than they know what to do with. >> Okay. What else? I want to grow flowers. I want to be surrounded by colors every day. I'm tired of darkness. >> Anything else? >> Yes. I want to share it all with you if you're willing. >> No. See how we fare. Perhaps I'll get a better offer. [groaning] It's so hard not to click this. >> A better offer. You're [snorts] lucky you're handsome and that I know you're joking. [laughter] [groaning] [laughter] Wait, did she deny my deny? Wait, what did I get? Did she counter spell my counter spell? What just happened?