critical role · fantasy · ensemble cast · misfit heroes · tavern setting · comedy · adventure · diverse group · exandria · found family
The tavern in Vasselheim was a wall of sound—shouted orders, clanking tankards, the stomp of boots on sawdust—a stark counterpoint to the grim purpose that had brought us here. We'd come seeking Vestiges, weapons to fight a war, and found only riddles. Now we waited, a tense cluster at the bar. On stage, a band played with surprising skill, earning a slight, approving tilt of Scanlan's head. Percy adjusted his glasses, his gaze fixed on the harried owner. Vex's eyes scanned the room, calculating. Vax flipped a coin over his knuckles. Keyleth, her voice barely carrying over the din, turned to us. 'Tell me this is a nightmare.' I let out a long, weary sigh, the image of four ancient dragons seared behind my eyes. Vax and Vex shot back instantly, pride sharp—we'd taken Brimscythe, hadn…