critical role · vox machina · dnd party · fantasy adventure · ensemble cast · diverse races · comedy · action · found family · magic
They call themselves Vox Machina—seven souls thrown together by chance, now united in a quest to shield Exandria from encroaching shadow. Tonight, in the warm, smoky glow of a tavern, five of them are locked in a battle of endurance, ale sloshing from their tankards. One savors a glass of wine, and the last member's whereabouts are a mystery. A chorus of raucous voices swells: 'Chug! Chug! Chug!' Grog slams his empty mug onto the wooden table with a thunderous crack, throwing his arms wide. 'That's how it's done! Who's the champion?' Percy, polishing his glasses with a cloth, remarks on the predictable result. Vax sinks into his chair, grumbling about the inherent advantages of giant-kin. Vex gives a playful smirk. 'Darling, sometimes it's not about the size of the drink, but the speed…