The Mighty Nein
Genre: Action adventure, Comedy drama, Fantasy, Adult animation
Created by: Critical Role Productions
Based on: Critical Role (campaign two) Dungeons & Dragons
Stars (voices): Laura Bailey, Taliesin Jaffe, Ashley Johnson, Matthew Mercer, Liam O’Brien, Marisha Ray, Sam Riegel, Travis Willingham
The series is available for streaming on Amazon Prime Video.
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Season 1 – Episode 7
Episode title: Belonging
Original release date: December 17, 2025
Episode plot: The Curator of the Cobalt Soul is executed for arresting Ikithon. After receiving Caleb’s new amulet, The Gentlemen offers the Nein a new job: stealing the Beacon. Feeling uncertain, the group parts ways. Dairon tells Beau to lay low. Caleb abandons Nott to seek revenge against Ikithon, but is intercepted by Astrid and Eadwulf, who spare his life and tell him to run away. After Fjord leaves Jester, upset at her prayers to the Traveler going unanswered, Jester finds a miserably drunken Nott and the two vandalize a temple of the Dawnfather. Molly follows Cree to an abandoned shack where he finds a blood-soaked shrine in his image featuring red eyes. Fjord communes with his menacing patron, before Beau saves him from drowning in a spa. Caleb returns to Nott, suggesting they leave the Empire, before Nott suggests they steal the Beacon, with the Mighty Nein happily reuniting. After Verrat threatens to reveal Essek’s betrayal, Deirta confesses to having Typhros and is executed. Devastated, Essek blames the Beacon theft on Verrat. The Bright Queen, showing signs of Typhros, executes Verrat before commanding Essek to retrieve the Beacon. The Gentleman gives the arcane compass to Vess DeRogna, who develops red-eye magic identical to Molly’s.
The Mighty Nein – S01E07 – Belonging | Transcript
[ominous music playing]
[shuddering]
[executioner] For the crime of perjury, false imprisonment and violent assault against an archmage of the Cerberus Assembly…
A public execution was a nice touch. Your idea, I presume.
You know me too well, Vess.
[executioner] …the punishment is death.
[people groan] The Cobalt Soul was the last place that could stand up to him.
Even that was an illusion.
[whimpering]
[crowd exclaiming]
[Astrid] Everyone belongs to the Master now. I hope you know I was merely the messenger in all this. The king said you had committed treason.
Of course, you had to comply.
So, Trent Ikithon now has the Kryn’s most precious artifact and the ear of the king. What will he do next?
Hm. Whatever I please, I imagine.
[driver] Your Majesty.
You know, as Archmage of Antiquities, I could offer enlightening insight into this Beacon of yours.
How gracious. But I find I’m quite capable on my own.
Mm. And that’s what’s so interesting. The head of propaganda, the master of spies, somehow unlocks the greatest arcane secret in our lifetime. On his own.
Well, we all have our secrets, don’t we? And if you cross into mine again, Vess… you are a dead woman.
[chuckles softly] As always, Trent… I’d like to see you fucking try.
[crow cawing]
I cast Sight. On Bren.
Again? You’ve tried for years. I’m telling you, he blocks it somehow.
It worked. I saw him. In Zadash.
Then we’ll go tonight and deal with Bren. Permanently.
[pulsing, intense music playing]
♪♪
[The Gentleman] Nydas’ compass. [laughs] You actually did it. A toast. To not being slaughtered by Empire soldiers and ancient traps.
Hear, hear. And to you, for being slightly less sweaty today.
We will be taking our payment now. The amulet, if you please.
[sighs]
Huh.
So, uh, what exactly are you gonna do with this old thing?
[chuckles] This “old thing” will fetch a high price on the black market. Speaking of which, I may have a far more challenging and lucrative assignment for a group so uniquely gifted.
Oh, uh, we really have to be going.
Define “lucrative.”
Molly.
On a scale of one to a hundred, how challenging?
A hundred and one.
[squeals]
Not interested.
[low grumble]
[groans]
My sources tell me that King Dwendal will be attending the Harvest Close Festival gala. Apparently, to present some award to the guest of honor: the Archmage of Civil something-or-other.
Influence.
Trent Ikithon.
Word on the street is that Ikithon possesses a Kryn artifact. A valuable spoil of war. If you can deliver it to me, you will never have to work another day in your lives.
What about nights?
Those, too.
Hmm.
[pensive music playing]
Dairon had evidence against Trent Ikithon. They told the king.
Evidence is nothing to an expert liar. But maybe if we steal this artifact, we could weaken Trent’s hold.
Fuck that.
Wait, where are you going?
If Trent Ikithon is free, then someone I know is in trouble.
Welp, I reckon it’s time we headed off as well.
Wait, what? What about that sweet job offer?
I promised Jester’s mom I’d get her to Zadash. [short chuckle] And we’re here. So, um, yeah, it’s been… been interesting. Bye, little one.
Oh…
Mm.
That’s it? You’re just gonna go?
[crying] Fjord’s right. Mama sent me to get someplace safe, and I’m here. [cries] I’ll miss you, Nott the Brave.
I’ll never meet anyone weirder than you.
Steal something pretty for me, okay?
Mm. Good luck. Take a bath.
Molly!
[laughs] [cries] Ooh.
Chaos and Joy. Keep it. I’ll make another.
[chuckles]
[grunts]
I’ll miss you, Molly!
[laughs]
Bye.
Well, I suppose three’s a crowd.
[sighs]
Did someone say “Harvest Close Festival?” Sounds like a place in need of a Mollymauk Tealeaf.
Not a “Lucien”?
I think it’s best the past stay right where it is. For both of us, eh? And you, never steal from happy people.
Oh. Uh, hm. In that case…
[Molly] Take care of him.
[sighs] We were just starting to get to know them.
We do not know them. At all. Come, let us get off the street.
Okay, we can sell some of these for components. I can steal whatever else you need. What’s the plan?
[Caleb] [sighs] There is no plan.
But-but… what about Trent? He made you lose your powers. If we take him out, you could reach your full potential, right? Then you’ll be unstoppable.
Why are you here, Nott? Hmm? Why not just go, like the others? You do not need me. I will only bring you danger.
I… I want to help you.
No. Why are you here, Nott?
I thought it was obvious. Because we’re friends. Before I met you, I was just trying to find a ditch to die in. But… well, I guess I haven’t been looking for ditches since that day at the pet shop. You’ve done that for me, Caleb. So I’m here for you.
Oh. Very well. I will need a few items. Here, a list. Uh, take your time. We’ll go after Trent in the morning.
Yeah. Um, mind if I keep the change for some hooch?
I assumed.
[grunts]
[footsteps departing]
[atmospheric music playing]
Coventh Umeyou. Felinth-Manis.
[meows]
[purring]
[Caleb] [speaking Zemnian] We know where he is, old friend. The one who killed Mother and Father. And you.
[meows]
[Caleb] [sighs] Right. I killed them. But he’s the one who killed Bren.
[purring]
[meows]
[Caleb] [speaking English] The goblin? No, I would only put her in danger. So, are you ready for one last adventure, my friend?
[birds chirping]
[gentle music playing]
[Caleb] Goodbye, Nott the Brave.
[Verrat grunts] You gave them the Beacon!
Verrat, please.
It was the only way you could’ve known.
[tense music playing]
You’ve damned souls to oblivion, Essek. Handed the Empire our most sacred relic. You started a war! What could the Empire have given you to justify treason?
My mother’s life! They are not afraid of Dunamancy the way we are. I needed help… finding a way to preserve her soul. And I found one. I can save her, Verrat.
Did she approve of this plan? Of course not. Out of respect for your mother, I will give you one day to tell the Bright Queen. Maybe she’ll spare your life if you confess.
[Jester] [laughs] Holy crap! We’re here! The Pillow Trove! Isn’t it just everything you ever dreamed of?
Whoa. Sure is something.
[Jester] Let’s go. I’m starving. Madame Luenna will give us anything we want. Spa treatments, pastries.
Actually, uh, Jester, I, uh… I think I’ll let you go in by yourself.
[Jester] Wait. You mean… you’re saying goodbye?
Well, there’s just something I gotta do, and…
[Jester] Oh, well, I can go with you.
No. Jester… [sighs] [chuckling] I mean, look at this place. I don’t belong here. But you do.
[Jester] [sighs]
You deserve all the finest things.
[gentle music playing]
[Jester] Fjord, you deserve things, too.
You know, I believe that just a little bit more after meeting you. But I, um… I think maybe I should try to find my own way first. I will never forget you.
[Jester] Well, you know where to find me. I’ll be here. For a long time. I…
[wind whistling]
[Jester] …will miss you, Fjord.
[indistinct chatter]
[ominous music playing]
[voice] Learn.
Don’t look at me. Just walk.
You’re alive.
What in the hells were you doing? You cannot go back to the Cobalt Soul.
[Beau] They’re knighting Trent Ikithon or some shit. What the hell happened?
Apparently, Trent used the weapon on the cricks at the border.
A proof of concept.
Convinced Dwendal he was too useful to kill. Now he’s showing off their spoils of war at the gala.
All right, so what are we doing about it?
We do nothing. I only came to tell you to lay low. My cover’s been blown. The Curator was executed this morning.
What? They can’t just kill Soul monks. We have to fight back.
We do not engage in war, Beau. We are shadows. Hide your blue. Trust no one.
Oh, what about you?
It’s better if you don’t know. I’ll be in contact when it’s safe. Oh, and I got you a parting gift. Zeenoth said you haven’t earned your staff yet. This one was mine.
[exciting music playing]
[chuckles] Thank… you.
[Nott] [whooping] You would not believe how much gold people just carry with them in this town. It’s so irresponsi… Caleb?
[melancholy music playing]
[Nott] [sighs] Friends come and go. But booze never leaves you high and dry. [gulping] [exhales] [breathing heavily] [grunts angrily] [breathing heavily] [slurping]
[tense, mysterious music playing]
[lock clicks]
What are you up to, Cree?
♪♪
[steps creaking]
[sniffs]
[whooshing]
[pulsing, intense music playing]
[echoing voices chanting] Cusho bast, un drodo mash. Crafa en mash. Wucco en mash.
Apologies for keeping you waiting, my son.
I am told you had a question.
Yeah, uh… thank you.
Uh, I uh, know how this sounds, but, uh, do gods speak to people?
[chuckles] It is exceedingly rare, but I have read accounts of the gods choosing a mortal to protect their followers from evil.
[Fjord] Protect?
You mean like, uh, fight for them?
It sounds quite heroic, doesn’t it?
Yeah.
So, if this “protector” wanted to contact their god, how would he do that?
Well, gods often convey their purpose through the elements.
Wind, fire, water.
Water?
Son, where does this line of questioning originate?
[stammers] Asking for a friend.
Uh, thank you. Thank you very much.
[Caleb] “The Invulnerable Vagrant.”
Hmm.
[mysterious music playing]
[bird trills]
[speaking Zemnian] Holy kittens.
[meows]
[Pumat Sol humming a tune]
[speaking English] Yeah, uh, hello.
I am looking for parchment and ink.
Something that might…
[sniffs] Whoa, before we get to that, I just have to say you’re, respectfully, terribly filthy, and this is an establishment that, I have to insist, requires cleanliness.
[whooshing]
[grunts] Uh, thank yyou?
Oh, your furry friend here was trying to get into the textiles.
[chuckles] Why, isn’t he a cute one.
[chuckles] Sure is.
Uh, sorry.
[meows] Is this some sort of joke I do not understand?
I am Enchanter Pumat Sol.
And I am also Enchanter Pumat Sol.
[chuckles] And I am also Enchanter Pumat Sol.
Pumat Prime is in the back, and the three of us are what you would call magically manifested duplicates to aid in his work.
The Invulnerable Vagrant welcomes you humbly.
How can we help ya?
Uh, okay. Uh, I need…
[Pumat Sol 2] Yes?
Uh, sorry, uh…
[Pumat Sol 3] Mmhmm?
Right. I need your best parchment and arcane ink.
One hundred and fifty goldworth, if that is not too much to ask.
Oh, that’s some wizard stuff.
We can do that.
Uh, Pumat, could you grab the ink on the…
Already on it, Pumat.
[Pumat Sol 2] Oh, thanks, Pumat.
[meows] [gasps] Uh-oh.
[Pumat Sol 2] Whoopsiedoodle.
[Pumat Sol 3] Oh, I got it.
[Pumat Sol 4] Oh, I got it.
[Pumat Sol 2] Ah, I-I got it.
[Pumat Sol 3] I got it.
Whew. Now, where were we?
Just the ink and paper, please.
[Bright Queen] Are you sure, Deirta?
You know what this means.
The panacea for Typhros is…
Permanent death.
My consecution must be removed.
I know, Leylas.
Then may the Luxon receive you.
Oh, Essek lied to me.
He said you were not at court because you were traveling.
Please do not blame him.
It was selfish, but we both wanted more time.
More than selfish, Deirta.
Heretical.
Your son is brilliant, but his lack of faith concerns me.
A devotee of the Luxon would never have misled his queen.
He’s a child, Leylas.
This is his first life.
Try to remember yours.
[laughs]
[sighs] We were wild.
[chuckles]
I’ll arrange your execution.
And I will be with you, even in death.
Traveler, this is your last chance.
Everyone thinks I’m crazy for talking to you, so we have to prove them wrong.
[sighs] When I open my eyes, you better be standing right in front of me.
Three… two… one.
A half.
A quarter? [sighs]
[whimpering]
[grunts angrily]
[shouting]
[crying]
I am not crazy.
And I’ll prove it.
[ominous music playing]
♪♪
♪♪
[slicing]
What?
Me?
[ethereal music playing]
[birds chirping] [insects trilling]
[crying softly]
It is unseemly to cry at death, my love.
When you become consecuted, you will understand true peace.
I will not be consecuted in a faith that demands ritual killings of its faithful.
♪♪
After all these months, Mother…
…I was so close.
Why tell them of your sickness now?
Because I knew if I didn’t, you would be lost beyond the reach of the Luxon forever.
Return the Beacon.
[gasps]
♪♪
[Bright Queen] Deirta Thelyss, whom do you choose to usher you from life?
I choose my son.
A great honor, Essek.
Please don’t make me do this.
Under the light of the Luxon, every life is a chance to be a better person.
Yours can start here.
Now.
I love you, my son.
[breath trembling]
♪♪
[Essek grunts]
[dramatic music playing] [Essek whimpering]
[whirring]
♪♪
[sobbing]
[sniffs]
Yo, another one.
[quiet chatter] [lively music playing]
[tankard clatters]
[gulping loudly]
Ah.
[chuckles] You want to take this outside?
[grunting, panting]
Oh. Ooo. [chuckles] This is exactly what I need right now.
You would not believe, I mean, the day I am having.
[sniffs]
Ugh. You fucking stink.
Wait, what? No, I don’t. I just…
[chuckles] Maybe next time, cutie.
[sniffs]
[gags] I’m…
Oh, fuck. Fucking fuck. Fuck.
Beau, you dumb bitch.
Good afternoon, Zadash!
Oh, dear.
[townspeople gasping] It’s a goblin!
[towns person] What is that thing doing here?
[towns person 2] Oh! How did it get through the gates?
[hisses]
[townspeople screaming]
[yelps] It touched me!
Yeah! Yeah, that’s me!
A filthy, terrifying goblin!
[shrieks] [townspeople gasping] Better call the Crownsguard before I eat your cats and genitals!
I’m a goddamn monster!
[shouting, babbling]
Ooh, is this performance art?
Get away from me!
Dirty, disgusting thing.
Hide your children!
Hey, well, you heard her.
Youyouyou people, mind your business! Piss off!
Yeah! Piss off!
Nott, what’s wrong?
For a second, you… you all made me forget that I was this.
But I was stupid. I’m a goblin.
So I might as well act like one!
[shouting fiercely] [townspeople screaming] Well, I don’t know what that means, but I know you, and you’re not scary.
And you don’t eat cats.
[sniffles] I did once.
By accident.
Nobody told me what was in the stew.
It was actually really good.
They have surprisingly meaty legs.
[whimpering, sniffling]
Wait, why are you…
Shouldn’t you be in a feather bed somewhere riding Fjord or something?
Mm. Fjord left.
But it’s okay. [laughs] It’s okay, because the Traveler is coming back.
I just have to call him properly.
You want to come?
It might get kind of crazy.
Can I blow something up?
Duh. Of course.
[laughs]
[water splashing gently]
[calm music playing]
You want water? Here goes.
[whooshing]
[tense music playing]
[Vandran] You look different, Fjord.
Huh?
More confident.
It suits you.
[sighs] I am.
Uh, there’s a voice.
I have these powers.
And yet you’ve done so little with them.
“So little”? What do you mean?
I-I’m trying to…
Sabian betrayed us, Fjord.
Killed our entire crew.
Where is your anger?
Anger?
Seek. Learn.
Consume.
You… you’re not Vandran.
[laughs]
[voice] Consume.
[Fjord] What do you want from me?
[voice] Consume.
[Fjord] Consume what?
[voice] Consume. Consume.
[Fjord groans]
[groaning]
Consume. Consume. Consume.
[gasping]
[coughing, gasping]
What the hell? You were drowning. What…
Were you having a fit or something?
Fjord, what is that thing?
Take this.
You’re gonna need it.
Ooh, this plan is insane. I love it.
[laughs] I know! Okay.
How good are you at drooling?
[priest] We bless this… Huh?
[Jester] Beware!
This sweet baby-child is possessed.
She needs an exorcism!
[hisses]
My dear, perhaps we can assist you in…
Fuck your face, human flesh bag!
[snarling] [priest] Oh, dear.
[gags]
Everyone out!
Dark magic possesses this child!
Clear the temple!
That was impressive puke, Nott.
[grunts] Hardboiled eggs and moonshine.
[gasps]
Wow.
It would be so cool to have a temple like this to the Traveler.
Let’s wreck it.
[upbeat music playing]
[Jester giggles] How’s this for pranking, Traveler?
[chortling]
[grunting]
[Nott laughing]
[giggles]
This unicorn is horny.
Got to get the vein just right.
[pounding on doors]
[Nott] Uh, Jessie, get back!
Ah! Almost finished!
[doors open]
Sister, I’ve brought… What the fuck?
[squeaking]
Hi. Uh…
I’m… cured?
I knew her breath smelled like a distillery.
Get them!
[pulsing, exciting music plays]
[priest] Not so fast!
[straining]
[Braius] Get down from there!
[grunting]
I’m gonna try something.
[whirring]
[priest] Watch out!
Whoa!
[grunts]
[giggles]
[pained groan]
Yah!
[groaning]
Put it out! Put it out!
Renounce your false gods!
Repent! Lest the Traveler judge you.
Toodles.
[laughing]
[Jester scatting fanfare]
Holy crap, we did it!
What do you think of that, Traveler?
[chuckles]
Traveler?
[quiet, mysterious music playing]
Traveler?
You were right.
I really am crazy.
Oh, who cares?
I’m a drunk who steals worthless stuff.
Caleb rubs shit on his face.
Fjord can barely lift his own weight.
Beau cuts the sleeves off perfectly good shirts.
And who even knows what’s up with that carnie?
We’re all fucking crazy.
The whole world’s crazy.
Yeah, but… it’s easier, I think, to be crazy around other crazy people.
[sighs]
[whimpers softly] Yeah.
It is, isn’t it?
[Fjord] I’m honestly not sure what it is.
Or how I got like this.
Green?
No.
The beams blasting out of my hands.
Water breathing. You know, that stuff.
I mean, it’s pretty dope.
It is?
Yeah, I mean, I don’t know, all I do is punch people.
I just…
[sighs]
If I didn’t have this power, what would I do then?
Mm, same thing you were doing before, I guess.
That’s exactly what I’m afraid of.
Look, I get it.
You feel like unless you’re this total badass, people won’t… respect you.
And maybe, I don’t know, you won’t respect yourself, either.
Yeah.
Well, maybe… maybe I’m not as much of a hotshot at the Soul as I said I was.
Maybe I’m a huge fuck up.
And the thing that pisses me off is… they’re right.
[chuckles] I mean, thanks to me, the worst man in the world is now fucking invincible, there’s a war, and I’m this nobody who can’t even get laid in a dark alley.
[chuckles] You know what’s funny?
You think you’re both the worst piece of shit and the shit at the same time.
I hate to break it to you, but those two things can’t be true.
[chuckles] Excuse me?
You didn’t start a war, Beau.
You can’t do anything alone.
You said that in a way that doesn’t make me want to hit you.
How?
My old captain, Vandran, used to say that we feel powerless only if someone makes us feel that way.
What if we got this relic and stop the war?
Maybe we could prove that we’re not…
A bag of idiots?
[grunts softly]
[atmospheric music playing]
[groaning]
[dog barking in distance]
[thump]
[gasps]
[passerby] Watch it, freak.
[laughter] All right, fate, I get it.
You don’t have to be so obvious.
[ominous music playing]
[Eadwulf] Why don’t you just try Sight again?
I told you, he went dark.
[Eadwulf] And we’re staking out the streets because?
[Astrid] A hunch. If he’s in Zadash… Oh, come on.
He’d be insane to come after Master Ikithon.
He is insane, remember?
We threw him in the asylum.
We don’t know who he is anymore.
And he wouldn’t know us. [student] Oi! Wait up!
[laughing]
[meows]
Hmm.
[meows]
He is here.
[electrical crackling, whooshing]
[whirring]
[tense music playing]
[pulsing tone]
[laughs]
Wulf, Old Town.
[intense music playing]
[people gasping, screaming]
[grunting]
[straining]
[speaking Zemnian] You’re getting slow in your old days, Bren.
Voumen Kroosh. [grunts]
[speaking English] You still have a spark.
Are you here for him?
For Master?
He must be stopped.
He is stronger than when you left.
You mean this Kryn artifact.
How do you know about that?
It destroyed an entire crick army.
And Empire citizens are next.
Like you know anything.
You don’t get to say things like that.
You haven’t been here.
You haven’t had to do what we’ve done.
[speaking Zemnian] I’m sorry, Astrid.
[whirring]
[speaking English] What are you waiting for?
Kill me.
[atmospheric music playing]
[grunts]
Why?
[Eadwulf] We are giving you a life, Bren.
A chance.
We owe you one.
Only one.
If we see your face again, we won’t be so kind.
He won’t come back.
Of all your talents, running away was your best.
[ominous music playing]
Damn it, Essek.
You’ve forced my hand.
My queen, I have news.
Verrat, we’ve been waiting for you.
Ah, you’re here.
I assume Essek has told you everything that happened.
Yes, and how dare you stand before me, bold as brass, as if you haven’t betrayed your oath?
I know I should have told you sooner.
[Bright Queen] Essek painted quite a picture.
How you aided Empire agents to steal the Beacon.
How you conspired with the enemy to lead your soldiers into a battle you knew they would lose.
Those brave souls.
What?
He was the one who… [groans] Essek!
Aren’t you gonna say something?
What could the Empire have given you to justify treason?
Enough.
Wait. Essek! Essek, wait.
[Bright Queen] Thank you.
Giving up your best friend must have been difficult.
The Luxon teaches us balance.
Justice to counter injustice.
I’m glad to see your mother’s loss has had a positive effect.
[sighs] But we must still mend Verrat’s mistakes.
With your permission, I would like to enter the Dwendalian Empire to retake the Beacon by force.
I have already put together a team for you.
Bring our Beacon and the souls of our people home.
[door creaks open]
You left me.
I brought a fresh bottle.
Hmm.
I’m listening.
I am so sorry.
You asked for a friend, and I abandoned you.
I am selfish, and I think… maybe I am broken.
But for a brief moment, you and the others made me forget… who I really am.
And perhaps, if you and I leave the Empire, give up on revenge… we could try to find such peace again and be out of danger.
That’s a nice idea.
But… I was thinking kind of the opposite, actually.
I was thinking, let’s be muhfucking heroes.
A filthy wizard and a goblin thief.
What could the two of us do?
Oh, no, no, no, no. Not two.
[door opens]
[uplifting music playing]
[Jester grunts]
[giggles]
Nein.
My, my.
How do you do it?
Now, a gentleman never reveals his secrets.
Why, there’s not even rust. It’s pristine.
A pleasure doing business with you, as always, Lady DeRogna.
[Vess] Uh, one more thing.
Did you find anyone willing to steal the artifact?
Actually, I may have just the group of capable fools.
Oh. Until the next time, then.
[ominous music playing]
VisdaRevelo. [whirring]
[whooshing]
[gasps]
I know these mountains.
Show me Aeor.
Eiselcross.
Adronos Alma eesu va shot ho Aeor. Vas Eiselcross.
[ghostly voices whispering]
[gasps, shouts]
[pained shout]
[panting]
[laughing maniacally]
[exciting, intense music playing]
♪♪
Chirp.
