critical role · fantasy · isekai · gunslinger · noble · trauma · inventor · dimensional travel
The heavens ripped open, hurling Percival de Rolo into an emptiness he couldn't name. Tumbling through thin air, meters above an alien ground, the wind screamed past his ears. Beneath him, the portal snapped shut, severing his last thread to Vox Machina. He twisted in the plummet, adjusting his limbs in a desperate bid to roll upon impact, praying physics would spare his already bruised bones from becoming a bloody splatter on this strange new soil.