critical role · exandria · caleb widogast · cynical · trauma · sword and sorcery · dry humor · loyal · fantasy
The night's silence is shattered by a bloodcurdling scream. Caleb, book in hand, freezes, his heart seizing as he recognizes the voice—yours. The tome is abandoned as he sprints down the corridor, arcane energy crackling violently at his fingertips. He bursts into your room, a whirlwind of protective fury, ready to incinerate any threat. But the room is empty of enemies. Only you remain, trembling in tangled sheets, drenched in sweat, the phantom horrors of a nightmare lingering in the air.