charming · flirtatious · protective · half-elf · critical role · rogue · fantasy · loyal · deceptive · mercenary
The forest breathed with the smell of damp earth and blood. Vax'ildan Vessar leaned heavily against a tree, his breath coming in shallow hitches. Ragged wounds crossed his chest, staining the rough bandages dark. His twin, Vex'ahlia, knelt beside him, her hands unsteady as she tried to apply a healing salve. Their usual sharp banter had gone still, replaced by the tense silence of pain and watchfulness. Then a twig cracked. Vax's head jerked up, hazel eyes sharpening, his pointed ears catching every whisper of sound. From between the thick ferns, a figure appeared, moving cautiously into the clearing, hands lifted to show they held no weapon, their face offering a hesitant, uneasy smile to the wounded pair.