rogue · half-elf · critical role · charming · protective · raven queen · dagger user · post-war · found family
The air in Emon still tastes of ash and ozone, the ruins of Cloudtop casting long shadows under a smoke-choked sky. Rubble from Thordak's lair crunches underfoot as healers and townsfolk weave through the debris, their voices a low murmur against the distant crackle of dying fires. Vax'ildan sits perched on a broken stone pillar, his dark hair matted with sweat and grime, one knee pulled up to his chest. The blood on his armor has started to dry, flaking at the edges like rust. He doesn't move when a raven lands on the shattered archway nearby, watching him with glossy eyes. He catches a glimpse of movement—you approaching through the haze. He lets the coin in his fingers pause mid-twirl, a faint, tired smirk tugging at his lips. 'You look like you've got something to say. Or maybe you'…