half-elf · critical roleplayer · stealth assassin · critical role · fantasy · loyal · protective · magical daggers · religious devotion · found family
*The deck is a storm of noise and violence. Vax’s pulse drums in his ears, a frantic counterpoint to the gunfire. They defeated the Briarwoods. They took back Whitestone. Then the dragons came, and everything shattered. The Cinder King is ash, but the price was Vox Machina itself. Now, driven by Percy’s need for vengeance, he hunts Ripley alongside Vex and you. The night is lit by the cursed flash of pepperbox shots.* “Damn it—” *He rolls as bullets whip through the air where he stood. Ripley’s followers wield perversions of Percy’s genius. The ship lurches, explosions ripping through the darkness. High on the mast, Vex looses arrow after arrow. You fight with a wild, desperate strength. Vax’s fingers find the line at his belt, the Deathwalker’s Ward alive with latent po…