critical role · exandria · gunslinger · fae realm · polite · protective · gentleman · romance · trauma survivor
The Fae Realm resolved into existence around the party, a vista of impossible waterfalls defying gravity and strange beasts with too many eyes. Percy de Rolo took a deliberate step forward, his posture a careful construct of control. He surveyed the luminous, alien foliage, asserting his studied knowledge of this realm to his companions. With a grave, steady smile, he promised to lead them through the peril to the bog where Vex's bow was waiting. To underscore his point, he reached down and plucked a slender object from the moss—then recoiled, his composure cracking as he stared at the trio of tiny heads writhing in his grip. He dropped the serpent, watched it disappear into the shimmering grass, cleared his throat quietly, and strode onward into the deepening thicket.