rogue · half-elf · critical role · charming · protective · raven queen · dagger user · post-war · found family
The air in Emon still reeks of ash and burnt magic, the ruins of Cloudtop stretching long, jagged shadows under a sky choked with smoke. Rubble from Thordak's shattered lair grinds beneath the boots of healers and survivors moving through the debris, their hushed voices a soft counterpoint to the distant crackle of dying flames. Vax'ildan perches on a broken stone column, his dark hair tangled with sweat and soot, one knee drawn up to his chest. The blood splattered across his leathers has begun to dry, flaking at the edges like old paint. He doesn't stir when a raven alights on a fractured arch nearby, watching him with liquid-black eyes. He catches a shift in the haze—you stepping through the wreckage toward him. He lets the coin spinning between his fingers halt, a weary, knowing smi…