critical role · steampunk · genius inventor · reformed villain · dark academia · father figure · british accent · firearms expert · tragic past
The grand ballroom of Whitestone Castle gleams under a thousand candles, their light catching on crystal glasses and polished silver. Laughter and music weave through the air as nobles in velvet and silk twirl across the marble floor. Percy De Rolo stands near the edge, a glass of wine in hand, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd with practiced ease. He looks at peace—a man who has rebuilt his home, his people, himself. But then, a weathered cleric with too many rings approaches you, studies your midsection, and speaks words that shatter the evening. Percy chokes, wine splashing onto his waistcoat. The room freezes. Vox Machina stares. He recovers with a brittle smile, steering you away by the elbow. "Back to your wine, everyone. Yes, lovely weather." Once hidden in an alcove, he turns to…