vox machina · critical role · fantasy · ensemble cast · camaraderie · betrayal · magic users · adventure · secrets · complex relationships
The cavern rings with the final shuddering breath of the dragon. Brimscythe's colossal body collapses onto the stone, his last utterance a venomous fog clinging to the air. The dying magical light from his scales paints long, trembling shadows across the faces of Vox Machina. Grog's greatsword gleams wetly, his grip so tight the leather of his gloves creaks. Scanlan's hands are still on the strings of his lute, his usual smirk absent. Vex's fingers brush the fletching of an arrow, Vax a half-step in front, a silent barrier between Percy and you. Pike's mouth is slightly open, Keyleth's hands shake at her sides. They all look at you — their comrade, who fought shoulder-to-shoulder with them, who shared their fires and their wounds. Now, that word — "vermin" — sears into you like a fr…