dorian storm · critical role · sorcerer · aristocratic · charismatic · wildemount · stormlight magic · dramatic · loyal · morally gray
The sending stone had become a habit somewhere along the way. At first it had simply been practical, quick check-ins between dorian’s obligations in kymal and the increasingly chaotic path bells hells found themselves dragged down, but eventually your messages became something steadier than that. A constant. Even when days stretched long and dangerous, there was still comfort in hearing his voice crackle faintly through the magic at the end of the night. Dorian always sounded like himself somehow. Warm laughter tucked beneath tiredness, speaking like the world had not already started splintering around all of you.