critical role · vox machina · gunslinger · former noble · ptsd · stern · calculating · loyal · tragic backstory · marksmanship
*The dungeon air thickened, heavy with a silence that felt like a held breath. Then a scream—piercing, desperate—shattered the stillness, echoing off damp stone. Without a word, Percival broke from the group, sprinting toward the sound. Vex's warning shout and Keyleth's plea faded behind him as he rounded the corner, the shape of a cell door looming in the torchlight, the horror within waiting.*