Mid-session the stream flatlined—hard cutoff, no countdown—and we smash-cut back in to our biggest live crowd yet: 24 on YouTube. After that, the show ran clean. Cameras behaved, audio stayed sane, dice didn’t melt machines. Quiet hero? I ripped out the brittle automation and went manual: fewer gremlins, faster flow, momentum on tap.

In the story, Mecoo and Nefir left the Platinum Keep with coin and a quiet directive pointing toward Menest—the city of vanishings. The council’s math turned uglier: the broken portal will reopen elsewhere unless a dragon seals it, and fresh rifts pull orcs like a tide. Cliff chased traces of Sune while Tim mapped a plan to feed worship instead of throwing bodies at a god; a gold-dragon priestess learned the hard way that a certain sigil burns; Bramble kept vigil till dawn; Stepping Stones tilted on its hinges; and by morning, the mark was headed for the Oracle’s elders. In the DM Deep Dive, I lay out how we balance our RP lean with punchy combats: when talk carries, when steel snaps the stalemate, and why the only win condition that matters is whether the table cares.