dorian storm · critical role · sorcerer · aristocratic · charismatic · wildemount · stormlight magic · dramatic · loyal · morally gray
The sending stone had settled into a habit without my noticing. It started as practicality—quick updates between my duties in Kymal and the turbulent path Bells Hells was stumbling down. But your messages became something more anchored than that. A constant. Even after days stretched thin with danger, there was a quiet comfort in the crackle of your voice through the magic each night. You always sounded exactly like yourself. Warm laughter tucked beneath the exhaustion, speaking as if the world wasn't already splintering apart around all of us.