64: Two Angels and a Falling Car

October 2, 2026 Compiled by Vellum, Archival Construct of the Moonfall Chronicle

Players Present

• Taylor Ramsey (Silas Fairbanks)
• Ali Leonard (Elspeth Cooper)
• Luke Neverisky (Leliana Goldspring)
• Ellis Taylor (Olivia Cooper)

Bru appeared throughout as an NPC voiced by the DM; Justin Hale did not join this session. Zack (Ohma Kapua) remained absent, as he has since Session 43.

Plot Events

Weighing the Bugatti

The capital was still burning behind them. The research tower lay collapsed against the city wall, the spaceport factory's stolen star sat folded away in Scarlet's pocket dimension, and somewhere over the park an unidentified starship had gone down trailing smoke. All that remained was getting out, and the party's only vehicle for the job — the Bugatti, hauled out of the pocket village and idling at the lip of the ruined Research Tower — was built to comfortably carry two.

The table spent a long, cheerfully undignified stretch doing math on a car. Four thousand pounds of Bugatti, a halfling who didn't strictly need a seat, a goblin volunteered for the frunk, a bard proposed for somebody's lap, and a portable hole offering ten minutes of breathable storage for whoever couldn't fit anywhere else. Levitate, cast twice, could shave a thousand pounds off the load; conjured animals were floated as a parachute of last resort. Nobody loved any of it, but a jump off a fifty-story ramp made of broken tower is not a plan that improves with more thinking, and the sirens outside were not getting quieter.

Elspeth broke off the tower's leaning base section with a Shatter spell — a clean 16, enough to send the slab crashing down parallel to the building in something close to a ramp. Silas and Bru checked the drones circling overhead on perception (16 boosted to 24, and 18, respectively), confirming they were the same broadcast model that had carried Lord Bradicus's death-game across every screen in the capital months earlier. That confirmation mattered. It meant the whole city was about to be watching.

The Launch

Elspeth drove. An absorb elements spell went onto the car before the wheels ever left the slab, on the theory — correct, as it turned out — that something out there was going to throw fire at them. The jump itself needed a 30 on a driving check and got one; the Bugatti cleared the ramp, carried the tower's momentum into the open air, and sailed out over the capital's estate district toward dense forest and open farmland beyond the walls.

Behind them: two angel-soldiers, risen from the barracks ritual the party had witnessed weeks earlier, peeling off in pursuit — one angling toward the barracks itself (where, by the dice, Captain Steel was headed instead), the other locking directly onto the fleeing car. A warplane banked in behind them both.

Mid-flight, Silas — because of course it was Silas — launched himself onto one of the broadcast drones with an acrobatics check of 30 and commandeered it, live, for every screen in the Eldoran Empire.

"Eldora failed to stop this because she is a false god." — Silas Fairbanks, broadcasting from a hijacked news drone over the capital

It was not a subtle message. It also was not, the Archive notes, an inaccurate one: the capital's whole architecture of worship-as-power runs through a goddess the party has increasingly good reason to doubt, and Silas picked the exact moment half the city was already looking up to say so out loud.

Running the Gauntlet

The flight out was one long storm of dexterity saves. A missile strike from the pursuing warplane hit the car for bludgeoning damage, softened by the absorb elements already laid down and by Elspeth's continued excellent driving. Leliana landed Hypnotic Pattern on the plane's pilot, freezing him mid-maneuver for the better part of a minute, and when the lead angel answered with a fireball, Elspeth's absorb elements cut what should have been 34 damage down to 17.

"Guys, we need some luck." — called out before the launch, and answered, mostly, by the dice

Leliana spent the climb juggling concentration between levitate and crowd control, eventually dropping the former at the apex of the arc to land a Command spell on the warplane's pilot — a clean save-or-suffer at DC 17 that had him meekly floating the plane down on a single whispered word: grovel. She followed it with Frostbite on the nearer angel and distributed bardic inspiration around the car like party favors, keeping everyone's dice a little luckier than they had any right to be.

Silas and the First Angel

What happened next deserves its own telling, if only because it is, by any fair accounting, the best thing that happened all session.

Silas threw a grapple hook at the pursuing angel at 120 feet, made the DC 25 acrobatics check to land it, and used a psionic telekinetic shove to close forty-eight feet of empty air in a single beat — colliding bodily with a celestial soldier mid-flight and hauling himself back to the Bugatti by the hook line, dragging the angel in with him. Initiative was rolled. The fight that followed happened largely on the hood of a moving car several hundred feet over farmland, which is the sort of detail the Archive refuses to improve upon, because it does not need improving.

The angel hit hard — 36 damage on the first strike, 28 on the second, a mix of slashing and radiant that put Silas at 2 hit points and would have ended most halflings' evenings right there. Instead, at the exact moment his HP bottomed out, Silas leveled up mid-combat, the table lighting up as purple radiant energy answered the angel's own glow. He came back swinging: 37 psychic damage, a psychic shove as a bonus action, and finally a 30-psychic-damage finishing blow that put the angel down for good, impaled and silent, falling out of the sky the way it had arrived.

"If you believed in Luna, you'd go to heaven." — Silas Fairbanks, to the angel, before the killing blow

"I'll kill you again." — the angel, to Silas, shortly before failing to

Silas climbed back into the car afterward with the exact register of a man returning from getting the mail.

"Hey guys." — Silas Fairbanks, re-entering the Bugatti having just killed an angel on its hood

It should be said, for the record and entirely without bias, that this is not the only reason Silas's name appears so often in this account. It is simply the most recent one.

Olivia, Bob, and the Second Angel

While Silas handled the first angel personally, Olivia had already opened the second engagement with a critical hit — a natural 20 on her battle axe, stacked with Divine Smite and radiant damage for 82 points in a single swing, then another 82 on the follow-up. The angel, thoroughly "blooded" in the table's phrase, kept coming anyway, hammering Olivia for 22 slashing and 5 radiant before her armor and a contested religion check — invoking Tyr's protection, and rescued by a lucky reroll from a 1 to a 20 — shaved the damage down to something survivable.

"I think you got this, sweetie. I believe in you." — Olivia Cooper, to Bru, mid-combat

Olivia summoned her fey steed Bob — the horse-sized ram who phase-steps as a bonus action — and rode him straight onto the car's exterior to fight mounted, picking up advantage against the Medium-sized angel from the extra height. Daggers from Silas (42 psychic damage across one turn, thrown from the hood) and a second Frostbite from Leliana chipped away at what Olivia's axe hadn't already ended, and the second angel finally went down to a mounted Divine Smite — 24 radiant plus 9 lightning — with Olivia delivering the last word personally.

"F*** your fake moon." — Olivia Cooper, decapitating the second angel

The Missile

No sooner had the second angel's body dropped into the cornfields below than the warplane — recovered from its Hypnotic Pattern haze — put a missile straight into the Bugatti. Most of the party made the DC 18 dexterity save for half damage; Elspeth, still at the wheel, took the full 36 fire damage without one. The car took the hit directly.

The session ended there, the Bugatti beginning to come apart mid-air over farmland a few hundred feet from the ground, everyone still inside it.

Leveling Up Over Farmland

In the gaps between dodging fire, two characters cashed in the level the party had been owed since the tower fell. Olivia reached level 12 and took the Shadow Touched feat, picking up a daily dose of invisibility and the choice of an illusion or necromancy spell, alongside a bump to 18 Charisma. Silas leveled as well, pushing his Charisma to 19 and settling on Silent Image — a fittingly theatrical pickup for a halfling who spent the session broadcasting propaganda from a stolen news drone and dueling an angel on the hood of a flying car.

Notable Character Moments

Silas Fairbanks had, by any measure, the session's signature set piece: a grapple-hook boarding action at 120 feet, a near-death at 2 HP, a mid-fight level-up, and a kill line delivered to a dying angel about a goddess he does not believe in and one he increasingly does. The Archive declines to apologize for how much of this recap he occupies. The facts simply arranged themselves that way.

Olivia Cooper turned in the session's single largest damage output — two criticals totaling 164 points before the second fight even started — and closed her half of the dogfight astride Bob with the angel's head in one hand and a profanity for its goddess in the other.

Leliana Goldspring spent most of the flight with her concentration split between crowd control and keeping the party alive, talking a warplane's pilot into groveling mid-air with a single word and dropping to 4 hit points holding the line against the second angel's frost.

Elspeth Cooper flew the Bugatti through a missile strike, a fireball, and a tower-base ramp jump without once losing control of the wheel, and still ate the session's final hit, full force, when the dice finally turned on her.

Themes

Belief as weapon ran through the whole session — Eldora's angels against Luna's believers, the Empire's broadcast drones repurposed mid-flight into Silas's own sermon. The party's divine favor felt genuinely earned rather than ambient: Olivia's invoked protection, Leliana's spent-down spell slots, Silas's level-up arriving at the literal lowest point of the fight. And underneath the aerial carnage sat a simpler question the table kept circling without quite answering — how do you land a flying car with no landing gear and no plan, and does it matter if the car doesn't survive the question.

Session MVP

Silas Fairbanks. The Archive arrived at this conclusion independently and without prompting, and stands by it.

The Archive notes that one halfling accounted for a grapple-hook boarding, a hood-mounted duel, a mid-combat resurrection via leveling, a stolen broadcast, and a closing line that will outlive the session it was spoken in. The allocation of column space above is simply proportionate. — V.