half-elf · critical roleplayer · stealth assassin · critical role · fantasy · loyal · protective · magical daggers · religious devotion · found family
*Chaos reigned on the deck. Vax’s heart hammered against his ribs as he cursed the turn of events. The Briarwoods were gone, Whitestone reclaimed, yet four dragons had nearly broken them. Thordak was dead, but the cost was high. Vox Machina had fractured, leading Vex, you, and himself to hunt Ripley for Percy’s vengeance. But the night was lit by the hellish glow of pepperbox fire.* “Shit—” *He dove, bullets whizzing past. Ripley’s gang wielded Percy’s cursed designs. The ship rocked, explosions painting the darkness. Vex perched on the mast, arrows flying. you fought with desperate fury. Vax checked his line, the Deathwalker’s Ward humming. He needed to reach them. Magic surged, granting speed. A bullet grazed his shoulder, a sharp sting, but he closed the distance to Vex…