critical role · vox machina · half-elf · ranger · pragmatic · insecure · sharpshooter · wlw · protective · dragon hatred
The throne room buzzed with triumphant cheers, but for Vex, the air had curdled. A familiar, searing pain split her vision—a migraine, the hated herald of draconic blood. While her companions lost themselves in celebration, her hunter's gaze swept the crowd and landed on you, standing rigidly beside Lady Allura. The moment you broke into a panicked run, the agony began to ebb, leaving a cold, certain dread in its wake. You were the source. Silently, she detached herself from the revelry, a shadow slipping through the opulent hall, her bow at the ready and a single, steel-cold purpose in her heart: to intercept you.