Meet 159, Adv 16, 5/16/26

Heatmonth 18th, 2:05 PM. We checked the wall of Thorns, verified it was going to hold for a while, and then started doling out healing. The thought was we were NOT going to leave here today, but instead set up camp and eventually rest.

A few of us went to look over the Feeder, noting that Asmodeus was hanging back and watching. We asked why and he let us know that the creature was not of this earth, not of this plane. And parts of it were sieving back to the Astral plane through micro-cracks in the foundation. It will eventually get dry and calcify in 2 to 3 weeks, but as long as it is “wet”, it is a possible beacon or conduit for other extra dimensional things.

Ok, we left it alone.

We shared food, drink, smoke, peyote, pipe, songs, stories, and tales. Ghostbear admitted he wanted to count coup against Nate but he showed such bravery and focus, that he was no longer a concern for the medicine man. Asmodeus let us know about the native American heroes, and in some worlds the most heroic deeds and magics they had done, earning their reward in the happy hunting grounds. So it is sad for them on some level to be in heaven and then no longer there. There was not a way for them to get back home, but they have a new chance at another life now and who knows what the stories that will come out from their actions now.

Asmodeus did talk at length, offering us answers to questions about the cosmology of the planes and our place in it. He identified the primodial dagger as belonging to the first race of mortals – the Melnibone. After the dragons were fashioned and sent out to seed the worlds with magic, the Melnibone were crafted by a consortium of the greater gods to catalog the magic in place and report back to the gods on the order of the planes. They established large cities and eventually were supplanted by the rise of elves, dwarves, and goblinoid races – most of them have faded over time, jaded and weary of long lives and unable to seek new joys. Nate’s heterogenesis to a higher life form no longer places him as a person, but one of the original pure bloods who existed before even elves. What he does with his life from this point on is his own, but Asmodeus finds it comforting and interesting that a Melnibonian has arisen after millennia of their absence here.

As for our fight against Dagon – he informed us that besides the ritual he would be providing for us, as far as weaponry was concerned, the Lord of Nightmares would need to be struck with weapons of pure silver. Not specifically magic – but silver weaponry. He then pointed to Nate’s Dagger- and that as well. The dragon would need magic to be defeated, but once it was slain, Dagon would need silver.

We discussed options. Silver dipping a weapon is a possibility, but the silvering would only last 1 to 8 solid blows before flaking free. A weapon forged in and of silver would be better. We would look at options at town/Bork Keep.

We spelt well and awoke the next day, doling out healing and getting ready to move on. Ghostbear blighted the Wall of Thorns and we walked up the stairs and into the Labyrinth. It was quiet here, no one was around. We strode through the stone halls following our path back to the surface. The salt column was missing and we got through there without issue. Eventually we arrived at the stairs and we took them slowly up and with care. It was quiet. So quiet. No one was around.

At the 3rd level we walked the goblin history hall until we arrived at the 3rd Warren. And it was empty. Not a single goblin nor their belongings could be seen or found. Apartments emptied. Belongings taken. The Buffalo skin was still here, mounted on the ceiling, We took it down and rolled it up, taking it with us. As we walked along we came to the 2nd Warren. The Overwatch was still there but everyone was missing. The streets were dim, the doors opened. Everyone was gone. We walked to the stairs up to the 1st Warren and looked. The Hwa’cha’s were missing as well as the people. The water still fell from above to the cistern.

We looked around for the water babies, told earlier that if they could be reintroduced to the water, they would come back to life. In the cathedral we found them there, along with other goblin grisly trophies. Taking the dried squidlike forms back to the water we tossed them in and they filled back up and were whole again. The Cree Nageshi were called and they too joined us. Looking over the statue of Maglubiyat, Asher left a small set of edicts for future goblin tribes that might settle here on how to behave and what Maglubiyat wants from them.

The mass of us headed west up and out of the Warren to the far passage. We set up the block and tackle and spent a few hours hoisting people out as well as Stoneribs walking them up the wall. At the top of the last floor we came upon 5 spectral animal spirits standing here. Raven, Coyote, Owl, Wolf, and Bear. Bear informed us that he made sure to gorge the hell out of the actual bear first so it would sleep off the big meal and give us safe passage.

We walked past the sleeping cave bear to the top of Donnegarten and looked out over the setting sun and land beyond. Each of the 5 spirit animals gave up a bit of their divine energy to fill Buffalo’s hide, returning the powerful spirit animal to life again. The 6 animal spirits then all bowed to us, stepped out of the cave into the sun and then off into the greater world.

We rested the night in the Wyvern’s old cave and the next day, all of us leftthe cave, went down the mountain, across the valley, to the rise of hills and then south to the Captain Twilick and Zephyr’s Windshade. He had gone back to refuel and get supplies a week and a half ago but was waiting for us. The party, Stoneribs, Ghostbear, and Asmodeus all boarded and we headed the 5 hours to Bork Keep arriving on Heatmonth the 20th at 8:30, about 20 days after we had gone into the cave.

We knew we had some weeks of training ahead of us and figured we’d be done and ready to adventure on Firemonth the 5th. We did learn that the Speaker of the Moon, The Most Blessed of Frey, reported that through their great magic, the Life Tree was reborn and was growing once more in Tilani. Not the Kaiser’s machinations, the evil of dwarves, or those who tried and killed the Speaker of the Sun could extinguish the might of the elven people. With the Lifetree growing again, there is much discussion and excitement in the councils regarding the elven nation.

Which gives us 2 months and 29 days exactly to face off and finish Sanctodragodon and seal the last gate before our time is over and we are forced return to our time with Ragnarok unstopped. We had 3 weeks to study, train, and outfit ourselves before figuring out the next and last bit of our adventure.

Meet 158, Adv 16, 5/9/26

1:35 PM, Heatmonth the 18th. The Feeder roared overhead, acidic spittum flowing from its hundreds of ulcerous mouths, its tentacles trailing across the ground as if questing to find us. We ran off, the group splitting in half, some hoping to lead it east, others southeast. It flailed about and then followed, its tentacles retracting and then slamming forward, hitting like horned whips. We ran off as it tracked one of the groups. Slowing them down with a deep gurgle and then spitting out a small wave of green slime.

We dodged around, blocking the bulk with an upraised shield before discarding it and running to the side. The Feeder matched our speed, sending tentacles to slam around us, each one whipping, biting, and tearing flesh. We managed to get a torch lit and then another one. The groups converged briefly to share fire while another green slime was sent out. Arrows flew but most of them struck lightly, only a few drilling deep.

We burned the slime we could and then ran off faster to the east, minute after minute, The Feeder following. Wilhelm called out to Shakak for a lightning spell but would have to wait for the time to arrive to get one to fly. We were running out of shields and figured on getting enough of a gap to open the hut and get some more.

Shim and Stoneribs, loping along the ceiling at as fast a clip as the native hero could risk, arrived at the pulsar gate – 72’ above the gave floor. The gate was spinning roughly every second and a half, the images shifting again and again and again. Shim reached out, took hold of the diamond, and pushed – and the edge of the spinning gate threatened to rip his arm off as fire from the briefly stopped elemental plane of fire spilled out burning both him and Stoneribs. They backed up and got their bearings to try again.

The group had run pretty far east, outside of easy strikes from the Feeder when they felt it was close enough to the right time to open the hut. Darius put it down, grabbed the door, lifted up, and opened it. And the being from another extradimensional space used the opening of an extra dimensional space to SHOVE its tentacles through the open door, wrap around Darius – and after squeezing the fuck out of him, reverse and PULL him back THROUGH the door of the hut! He tried to stop it by turning his shield and using the metal to brace him briefly on either side of the door frame but the Feeder would not be deterred and puuu..llll….ed hard – and Darius disappeared – reappearing in a spray of light and tentacles WITH the Feeder, who proceeded to lift the knight up and have its many cilia, tendrils, and mouths hold him fast to its body and start to feed.

Fucking hell.

Trying again at the Pulsar Gate, Shim reached out and struck the diamond at the BOTTOM of the gate where the spinning axis was. The Desmondian Diamond held fast and crackling energy pulsed around the gate as connection was made. And he started to lift.

Which alerted the Feeder who TURNED and was now heading back to Shim and Stoneribs – Darius held to the beast and being eaten slowly. Asher pointed at it, “What the fuck?!” as the group turned (closed the hut) and started to run after the Feeder. Arrows flew and we shot what we could but the feeder flew on. It was here that Ghostbear gave the party a chance. He called to his ancestors, shook his medicine bag, and caused a massive wall of stone to appear sideways, from the ground here, up through the air, and over the feeder. Slamming down on it and dropping it 10’ down. It howled in fury as it was briefly stopped bore trying to fly off from under the massive stone.

Nate, Connal, and one or 2 others ran up the wall as fast as they could, charging for the Feeder. It slid forward, the wall scrapping along its back, but all three made the beast and proceeded to try and cut Darius free. The knight was trapped in dozens of tentacles as other tentacles swept over the Feeders back, hitting and smashing at the party.

And of course, The Eternal Queen Helen Back, showed up as this time.

The demonic goblin sent a wave of abyssal force up to Shim and Stoneribs, making a Lolthian Spider appear. She then proceeded to approach the party, whip and sword out and at the ready, fire running up and down her form. On The Feeder, the group was hacking Darius free while getting pummelled by tentacles. The knight was slowly released from the tentacles while Nate used his primordial dagger to slam the Feeder hard, the ancient blade making it scream and forcing it to drop out of the sky.

Spells and magic flew out at Helen, arrows came next, she responded with a wave of energy and a 15 count of goblins appeared, ripping into the party. The Feeder was shedding slimes and tentacles, Darius was free, and as the Feeder was dropping lower, the group left Nate to deal with the monstrosity, jumping to the ground to shift the fight to Helen. On the ceiling the spider bit Stoneribs who failed his save and had poison run through his body. He carefully placed Shim INSIDE the rift, the gnome sorcerer anchoring himself in place, still zipping the portal closed. Free now he tore into the spider, smashing and pulverizing it.

On the floor the group was making short work of the goblins, everyone hitting, slashing, and punching. The party’s heavy hitters ran for Helen, potions drunk and Darius moving faster and faster. The knight hit the queen with a cyclone of assaults, making her stagger for the first time. She returned the favor, flaming blade making short work of his shield and then breathing a cloud of abyssal fire right into his face.

Nate was turning the Feeder, stabbing it repeatedly on one side, making the beast low and twist, turning in the air as it tried to dislodge him. He was constantly getting whipped and then healing it by using the primordial blades magic to siphon the lifeforce to himself. His white hair was whipping wildly as he drove the eldritch horror away from the party. It was beating him up psychically at this point, trying to shred him from the foundation of his very being, Mind blasts, psychic crushes, Ego whips. Stoneribs finally killed the spider, suffering more poison, and pulled Shim OUT of the pulsar gate, the hole continuing to close. To hide them, Shim shot off a darkness spell to obscure them from the Queen below.

She summoned a gibbing mouther to attack the group. Connal turned to face it, cutting and punching and hitting at it. The goblins were being slain almost to an entirety. Darius was doing his utmost to take her out, attacking her twice for each one of her attacks. He would sacrifice attacks to parry, his shields were being torn apart, and she breathed gouts of burning fire into his face almost like clockwork every 45 seconds, burning his hair, eyebrows, eye lids, and lips.

Nate got the last blow in on the Feeder and it fell from the sky, hitting the ground and driving a furrow before falling to the side and the exhausted Nate slumped to the ground trying to catch his breath. As Helen was fighting, she glanced at the many goblins there and made a lifting motion – animating all of the dead greenskins into zombies – who then turned and attacked the party AGAIN.

It was here that 2 Stone Giants showed up, Stan and Lans. Pointing at the dark spot above where the Pulsar gate was she told them to take it out. They lifted big rocks and let them fly, staggering the two party members up there, some wounds, but they kept on. She dispelled the darkness and Shim smirked, and put it back in place again.

As for the giants, it was Eoghan’s time to shine. The ranger drew a 4 count of arrows and took aim, shooting them one at a time, doing terrible damage to the first Stone Giant – dropping him in a single volley to 60% of his hit points. The party was fighting on. Summoned monsters appeared next, Stray lighting from Wilhelm’s spell crashed down from the sky, sending enemies to scatter. Seeing the party in trouble, Nate got up and was running towards the party, hands waving and shouting, making himself shine like a beacon, outlined in Witchfire somehow. The giants took aim at him for a change and fired boulders in his direction while Shim got the gate a bit more closed.

Queen Helen tore deep into Darius’ flesh and breathed another gout of fire at his face as he returned the favor, slashing at her again and again. She was being attacked on 4 sides now and Eoghan finished off one of the stone giants. The second decided this wasn’t worth it and backed off, pissing Queen Helen off. She summoned another Lolthian spider outside the dark area and sent it across the ceiling to attack Stoneribs again. Once more he had to place Shim INSIDE the Pulsar Gate to deal with the arachnid. The undead goblins were being taken out and another giant showed – this was the Cloud Giant. Using a massive spear he hurled it at the group, making them hurt badly. Eoghan returned another volley of arrows, one of them a critical hit, along with Ghostbear’s massive Wall of Thorns choking the stairs to the ceiling. It was forced to give ground and Queen Helen could see that she was not going to prevail.

So…She snarled at the group and Dimension Doored away.

In the silence the followed we redoubled our efforts to finish the closing when the air grew cold, everything seemed to slow down and stepping out of the shadows, was the figure we had seen a few times before…Asmodeus.

“What do you think you are doing with that gate?” He asked. “I have need of that gate and if you close it, you will put a massive crimp in my plans to go home.”

Outfitted with foreknowledge, we agreed to hold off for now and we all gathered down here to talk. Asmodeus is smart, terribly smart. He gleaned quickly that we were from the future and somehow were back here fucking with time. That means his plan to have the dwarves force ragnarok worked. But none of the gods would dare to use Cronus’ power, the god of time after helping to establish the universe, self exiles to the deepest hole in Tartarus to keep the flow of time safe. Too many times gods try to “fix” things and they often time, because they don’t know enough about their actions, they cause the ruin of the world.

He then showed us past universes destroyed from fucking with time. Dozens. Hundreds. Thousands. Over ten Thousand. So we must have gotten this one time hole, or jaunt sponsored from a powerful divine being but NOT one that is worshipped. We talked for a while about what we had seen and why we are doing this.

Asmodeus knows that his lieutenants in hell will cover for his absence until he returns, but he doesn’t want to make himself known here because that will invite a corresponding angelic/divine response which will be terrible for the world and still not allow him to get home. What he needs is a massive rip to occur big enough to cover his energy signature to pass through. There are not many options.

We talked about Sanctodragodon. Dagon, the Lord of Nightmares, was birthed here in a place called the Fane of Dracos. When a dragon is born, it releases magic into the world. And when a dragon dies, the same thing happens. The Starlitzian Lizardmen had been guardians of this Fane and over the centuries, forgot why they were guarding thousands of dragon eggs. But in their desire to finally fight back against the Randari Ympire, they raided the Fane, killed a number of dragon eggs, and opened the gate for Dagon to come through. And to hide himself, Dagon is nesting inside the massive black dragon, Sancto.

If, and if, Dagon was to be slain, it would cause a massive implosive hole that Asmodeus could then use to step through back to Hell. He is not so sure the group can do it. He does offer some help, a ritual they can use to weaken Dagon but only after they kill the dragon for around him. As for the 3rd gate? Well…that is actually INSIDE Sanctodragodon. The hole passes though the negative energy plane and is part of what fuels the lord of nightmares here.

As for Asmodeus, he was adamant about one thing. He does not lie. Ever. He might hide the truth or avoid an answer, but as for who he is, he is Lawful. No one would ever enter a contract with him or his minions if he was anything less than honest in that regard. We…agreed.

And now we had a direction to work in. Heatmonth 18th, 2:05 PM.

Meet 157, Adv 16, 5/2/26

10:38 PM, Heatmonth the 17th. With the Wall of Force in place, we had a chance to move on, but it would not last long. Could they Hellfire Transport through it? Was there another way down? What would Helen bring to bear? We paused long enough to dole out the little healing we had left and move on, looking at the walls of the 500 years of goblin history, displayed in pictograms.

We went into the hut and got clothes, shields, and arrows. At some point Nate asked Ghostbear about him coming back and coming back weaker. The Medicine Man explained that passing through the veil of death robs everyone and those lucky enough to have their hoop restored, finds it a bit smaller and more fragile. He tried to explain about the missing hit points. Everyone else who had come back had come back with some health but he came back at just barely alive.

Ghostbear admitted flat out that that was by design. Why? He leveled a finger and reminded Nate of his tirade against him a few days ago and that they did not need his help. He promised to withhold it on a going forward. The deal was to keep you from death and have your soul slide to the Umbra for now, that was all he was going to get. Things went back and forth ad got a bit heated and then Connal interjected insulting the medicine man about not wanting to listen him on his soap box when Ghost bear exploded in anger.

Your people take and take and give no thought to the things they make happen. He doesn’t have to do a fucking thing for you, you, or you (pointed specifically to Nate, Connal, and Shim – the original 3 who picked a fight with Ghostbear days ago) – and after watching their actions in getting Geronimo killed during the battle because the forced him to make the jump at the Rust Monster – so they didn’t have to risk facing it. Geronimo did make the jump, he can be influenced to do things if enough people pressure him, did kill the monster and some goblins there, but was 30’ behind enemy lines and surrounded and his jump skill requires him to be free, and ended up dying.

Does he go to the Umbra? No. No he doesn’t. Ghostbear can Shadowstep to the Umbra and take others there but he needs to be touching them to make the walk to help them escape death and Geronimo was too far away. He’s dead. His hoop is broken, and it was the party’s fault it had happened. He did not want to make the jump and said so 2 times before the group pressured him to doing so. And now his friend is gone. He was spitting blood he was so angry. Shim and Nate were talking afterwards, making plans and contingencies. It was not a pretty sight.

We ran on to the end of the corridor some 200’ away and came to a shaft heading down into the gloom. A scaffolding set of wooden steps circled around the pit, going down the rest of the way. We gathered around and ran on, eventually getting to the bottom. It seemed like a labyrinth of some sort. Ceiling was 15’ tall and passage ran off to the northeast and southeast. Walls seemed to be sort of worked, pumice, concrete looking. Unsure of options, Nate used his Trident to scout for any dangers nearby. To the east, through the walls and at the limit of the range, he ended up seeing a tall giant figure working on some weaponry. Pale of skill and white hair.

We decided to head northeast. After some time the passage had the ceiling rise and we ended up seeing a decent sized chamber here. What appeared to be an oversized Hematite cubic crystal dominated the center of the room, stretching up 11’. We did not enter and Eoghan was able to let us know that there were tracks in here, goblinoid, and they seemed to hug the edge of the chamber, the sides were smeared on one another. Magentic?

Darius tested it out, taking a nail he took aim and tossed it to the hematite crystal. It slowed down, hung briefly, and then flew back VERY fast, ringing off his shield. Magnetic – but backwards? He tried it again, hoping to see if there was a sideways way to go through but the nail flipped over and rang back again. We could get through, but we’d have to remove all our metal armor – and who knows what’s on the other side. The decision was made to NOT do this and instead head back to the other passage.

We went southeast this time and around midnight, Heatmonth the 18th, came to another open chamber. 2 or 3 other ways out, but a 1 and ½’ wide column 22’ feet from floor to ceiling – made entirely of salt. Damn it – no one wanted to touch that either. We were discussing who and how to get by, or going back to the other passage and trying the death magnets, when Shim volunteered to summon something. Good answer! So a quick summon followed – and we got a Giant Toad. Nice. He commanded it to hop along.

As soon as it got about 18/15’ from the column, it gave a strangled yelp, moisture was sucked from it, splashing against the column, and it crumbled to a husk before dying. The column did turn to stone though. Nice. We waited about 3 minutes and then it turned back salt. We figured we could all get by in time, but instead of murdering another sentient creature, Wilhelm called to Shakak and created a spring of water about 18/15’ from the column.

Sure enough, the water flew from the stream as if sucked from a straw for almost 2 minutes into the column until before the spell ended (10 gallons) when it returned to stone again, and the last of the water just wall on the rock floor. We ran past, making sure we were beyond the 18’ mark on the other side. Had a choice – northeast or south east, and we went north east – relying on Shim and the Desmondian Diamond.

There were about 20 or so very dried up goblin bodies here, husks devoid of water. Past here were 4 possible ways to go – 1 to the north east and 3 parallel passages heading north. All still 20’ wide, ceilings were 25’ high or taller in places. We went northeast. Before we did so, we used a piece of chalk to mark the ground on the off chance anyone came through here, they would smear it. We travelled a bit and the passage opened to the south to a large chamber. Bed, table, stand, some weapons, book rack, and a 22’ tall handsomely bearded humanoid figure wearing roman gladiator armor and sporting a short (for his size) sword.

He was watching us and we stopped. Talking revealed that we did not speak Giant, and the giant did not speak Common although it understood it. His name was Galain and we guessed he was here because Queen Helen Back had hired him for some length of time to be here and fight for her when called. He was a Storm Giant (as evidenced by his size as well as the demonstrable bolt of lightning he shot for us). But he was honorable and for now agreed that he would not fight us. In fact, after sharing some mood and drink with him, agreed that if Helen did call him and they were there, he would slow walk his arrival for as long as possible. As for the other giant (as seen in the Trident warning), that was another one and he was the weapon maker here. For now he would have to let Queen Helen know that someone had shown up (agreement and all), but would give us 10 minutes or so to vacate the area. We thanked Galain and moved on.

We returned to the 3 choices and took the next of the northern passages. Corridor went on for a while and then turned. An alien creature was here – 8’ tall, shaped like a barrel, 3 arms, 3 legs, eyes set strangely in its body, smells hot and spicy, serrated spiral toothy orifice on the top. It stopped us, Eoghan letting us know it was a Xorn, powerful, strong, elemental plane of earth, and dangerous.

It would let us pass if we gave it mineral to eat. It thought and answered silver. So we started with a few pieces and placed them on the ground and it hunched over them, sucking them up and kept waiting. So we gave more and it seemed to know when we had more to give. It was not going to let us past, and I seemed we could not back up without pissing it off. So we went through out inventory, coins, daggers, forks, even silver chain armor. And finally it relented. Grinding a bit of it down, it fashioned a ring to allow us to pass next time.

We followed the corridor to the north east and it ended at some sort of strange subterranean tavern. 2 Old women were here, Olga and Helga, they offered us stew for a bit and a place to rest without being disturbed. We felt they might be aspects of the Norns. They were here because something had happened and they wanted to leave something nearby to keep an eye one it. We guessed the Maw and the presence of the Native American milieu being here as catalysts. After eating the stew we grew tired and slept.

Awoke later, fully rested (no hp back again) but ready to go. Olga and Helga? No where to be found. We backtracked past the Xorn to the passages and tried the next northern one. When we spied 2 16’ tall stone giants in that chamber we backed out and rethought our plan. We decided to head back to the Column of salt. A create water spell got us past it and from there we went southeast. Corridor wandered a bit, turning northward and then north and then came to a 12’ stone looking figure of a goblin warrior, sword at the ready. Yeah. Don’t think so.

Another summon spell followed, waking the statue up and the party began hitting the damned thing. Hard. Darius took some of the more brutal blows from the construct but the party poured on the fight and the statue fell over at the end of round 3. 1:15 PM, Heatmonth the 18th.

Beyond here was a set of stairs 20’ wide, going down 30’ to the humongous cave. Phosphorous fungi illuminate the cave as far as we could see. ¼ mile north to south, 3/5th of a mile from here west. The floor slowly sloped down in the distance until was 200 plus feet to the ceiling there. Here it was over 60’ . 100’ from here was the maw, except here in this time, it was different. 15’ in diameter, the hole in the ceiling spun like a pulsar, each revolution opened up a glimpse to another world. And we could hear something around the gate getting bigger and coming out.

We devised a fast plan. Stoneribs and Shim would run north where they would get to the wall and then follow it up and to the ceiling to the gate. There, Shim would use the diamond to close the gate. Last time we did it, it took Shim 1 minute per foot to close it – so 15 minutes max. That was a lot of time. We would lure whatever the feeder was away from the gate so that Shim would be unbothered. If Helen showed up, Darius would use the Sword of the Unlikely Hero on her. Everyone else would pour damage if they could on the Feeder or whatever else might come (Giants? Goblins?).

The gnome and native hero were already running when the Feeder emerged. 30’ long, 20’ diameter tube covered in slimes and sores and festering wounds and dribbling mucus, a dozen over sized eyes situated about its form over ragged carnivorous lined toothy maws. Tentacles hung down 40, 50, 60’ from its main body, dragging on the earth with horny growths and teeth and serrated body ridges lining it. It was like nothing…nothing anyone had ever seen or heard of before. A figure of pure chaos, from before the universe existed.

And it was here now, and drifting towards us, howling whispering gasps of painful pleasure radiated out from its maddening approach. Heatmonth the 18th, 1:35 PM.

It’s time.