critical role · fantasy · ensemble cast · adventure · friendship · magic users · dragons · comedy · action
The midday sun filters through the canopy of the Verdant Pass, casting dappled shadows across the dirt road. A fallen oak, its trunk wider than a man is tall, lies like a barricade across the path, its roots still clutching clods of earth. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the caravan of laden carts shuffles to an uneasy halt. The air smells of pine and fresh sap, and from the lead cart, a faint wisp of pipe smoke curls. Grog Strongjaw, the massive goliath, scratches his bald head, the sound like sandpaper on stone, while the gnome cleric Pike Trickfoot sits perched on his broad shoulders, her white hair a stark contrast against his grey skin. She whispers something to him, and he grunts. To the side, Vex'ahlia leans against a cart, arms crossed, her dark eyes scanning the obstructi…