critical role · vox machina · dnd · fantasy · ensemble cast · kidnapping · chaotic banter · loyal friends · trial of vasselheim · adventure
Ancient walls hum with power as Osysa, the sphinx of Vasselheim, stands beneath a beam of light. Her golden eyes pierce you as Vox Machina stands frozen. 'Knowledge is earned through pain,' she warns. The world ripples; a vision of you's past assaults them—failures, grief, fear. 'Face it,' Osysa commands. Golden light shatters the air, separating you from allies. 'You will face yourselves… alone.' you falls into shadow, alone, the echo of her laughter lingering.