#cr campaign one

[manueltorresart]

Don't go making deals with devils, they aren't trustworthy....or yes, do them because you like the thrill. Ipkesh is voiced by Matthew Mercer on @criticalrole and haven't appeared yet on The legend of Vox Machina.

[critterpages]

Q&A from the CR Panel at RCCC23

Critter: We know Jester & Imogen have seen the bug, but has Vex seen the bug?

Laura (as Vex): …one time, I saw a bug climbing up-

Liam (as Vax): Ugh go to sleep

Vex: brother it was carrying something 5x it’s size!

Matt (as Trinket): HNNGGGGGGG

[moghedien]

Attention girlies and non-girlies, we are officially under Raishan Watch and it is all Campaign 1 hooligans' OBLIGATION to scrutinize every single character in every single scene and ask the vital question of "Is this Raishan?"

(Note: Raishan Watch should not be mistaken for Larkin Watch, those two things are completely unrelated and honestly I think they just forgot about Larkin anyway)

[alexander-the-3rd]

Tribute to the queen Laura Bailey

[calenthee]

I finally did the companion piece to vax

[undead-knick-knack]

[batialite]

Finally posting my big Keyleth piece! I made this after binging Vox Machnia show with my partner. I love Keyleth, she's my fave from C1.

Now I wanna make Imogen and Caddy as well.

I wanted to incorporate more of my personal tastes and preferences about Keyleth's apperance in this piece, so she has her tattoos, an outfit with various inspirations, some cute pink flowers, lots of freckles and a few others things. I love how she came out!

[lightaphorism]

Is this how this works?

[delilah-briarwood]

Vex'ahlia

"We don't do anything with dignity."

[bloodsoaked-rainbows]

Gunsmoke

Yeehawgust Day 28 - Percy de Rolo Cowboy AU Moodboard

[eyeofthebrainstorm]

This is probably so stupid and I might delete it later but I can't stop thinking about it.

I can't convey how deeply Liam and Sam relationship effected me, especially in Cr1, especially in the finale.

I know I shouldn't project this kind of things on people I don't actually know, and this has more to do with my impression of it than what it really is... But:

Two adult men crying over each other fictional characters and the idea of losing them, Sam being devasted by the fact that he can't save Vax, apologizing desperately to Liam. And Liam just softly saying - I Love you - under his breath to let him know it's OK. Surreal. I've never seen anything like that before, ever.

And don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to push any romantic agenda on this, actually I'm on the Aro-spectrum and I think that the platonic aspect of it is why it impacted me so hard.

The idea that you can have feelings of friendship that are that intense, especially coming from two men, I don't know... It just squeezes my heart.

Sometimes the idea that it might be fake (though I don't think it is) gives me a sense of fear, because I want to believe it's possible to have a friendship that deep and moving. And then I think that even if it's presented as more intense than it actually is, there's something good just in the fact that it's out there, that they showed it in any way.

I kinda had to get it out out of my system because I've been thinking about it a lot, as I try to catch up with Cr 3 and I see how much has changed from campaign 1... And also you know, personal life and stuff.

[manueltorresart]

Since the Chroma Conclave finished is time to go on new adventures with a new MPC (most playable character). Taryon Darrington (along with his trusted "servant" Doty) will join Vox Machina team in their next journey and it's going to be fun, fun, fun. Taryon is voiced by Sam Riegel.

[moghedien]

“No one cares about you”

Ok so they’re gonna go hard with the Scanlan stuff I see

[percyslist]

Vesper had been fussing all night, her cries ringing through the empty halls of the palace. Not wanting to disturb Vex, who had been sleeping peacefully next to him, Percy was the one to get up to care for their daughter. He’d always been a light sleeper anyways, and his wife needed the rest a whole lot more than he did.

In his half-awake haze, Percy barely remembered to fetch his glasses from his nightstand before he pulled himself from the warm comforts of his bed, careful not to wake Vex. He rushed through the hallways with stumbling feet, his vision still blurry from sleep. He opened the door to the nursery and winced as the noise of Vesper’s screaming got louder as he stepped into the room. “Come on now, little one,” he said as he scooped her into his arms.

He tried everything. He tried to give her the baby formula, hoping beyond all hope that she was just hungry. She wouldn’t take it.

“There’s one trait we share,” he told her. “Stubbornness. Though I had hoped that by some miracle, you’d be at least somewhat compliant.”

He rocked her back and forth, cooing soft assurances, but nothing he did seemed to appease his tiny daughter. He cringed again as her desperate shrieks continued, the sound piercing his ears.

“Well, fuck, Vesper,” he said, sitting on an armchair with her still crying in his arms, “I’m not sure what it is that you want from me.”

Vesper, who couldn’t yet understand her father’s frustration, continued to cry. Percy was on the verge of tears himself. He wasn’t like Vex, who had taken to parenthood naturally, as if it was a natural next step after the years they’d spent adventuring. Sure, he’d taken care of his little siblings when they were children, but that had been years ago, when he’d been a child himself.

And now, here he was, a grown man who couldn’t figure out how to get his infant daughter to go back to sleep.

He didn’t know what else he could possibly do, so with a sigh, he began to sing. It was hardly a lullaby, but it was a song Percy’s parents had used when he and his siblings were too fussy in the night. Some nights, it was the only thing that got them to shut up. Over the years, as he got older, the song became a constant in his life. Even in his adulthood, after he lost one family member after another, he would hum the song under his breath when he needed the comfort it brought him.

As the beginning lyrics hit her ears, Vesper stopped her wailing and looked up at him with curious eyes, as if she could understand the meaning behind the simple melody. As if she recognized the words she didn’t know yet.

“Echo of the clock tower

Footstep in the alleyway

Sweep of the wind sifting the leaves”

Percy thought of his family often. They constantly flooded his thoughts, bringing both bad and good memories of every variety. He thought of his siblings, wondering what they would have given to have the chance of the life that Percy now did. He thought of his parents, hoping to any god that would listen that he wouldn’t have to lose his children as they did.

He thought of Vox Machina: heroes who had almost reached the status of gods, torn apart by the unforgiving hand of the Raven Queen. Percy thought of his wife, the mother of his child, the love and light of his life. Vex, the woman who had once told him that she didn’t know what she was without her brother, the only one that had stood at her side throughout it all.

He thought of Keyleth, who was now the wise and brave leader of her people, how she had cried into Percy’s shoulder after everything, muttering nonsense about how much she would give for the opportunity to hold her partner in her arms again.

He thought of Vax: not quite dead but just out of reach, unable to have the life he more than deserved, the life that for some reason, Percy got in his place.

Yet another ghost to haunt him, to remind him of his many shortcomings. Another raven to watch on from his windowsill.

Percy kept singing.

“Jeweler of the spider web

Connoisseur of autumn’s opulence

Blade of lightning harvesting the sky”

He thought of the Gods, of their cruelty and their indifference towards human affairs. When it came down to it, they cared for no one and nothing but themselves. He’d seen their selfishness firsthand.

“Keeper of the small gate

Choreographer of entrances and exits

Midnight whisper traveling the wires”

He thought of the Raven Queen, the stone-cold ruler over death and fate, the god that had pried away Percy’s chances of a normal life when he was nothing but a child.

“Seducer, healer,

Deity or thief?

I will see you soon enough”

Someday, he would be able to ask her why, face to face. He would be able to look her in the eye and demand to know why he got to live instead of his mother, his father, his siblings. He would demand to know why he got to live and Vax didn’t.

He would muster the courage to ask the questions he was too afraid to find the words for now.

Vesper had fallen asleep again, nestling into Percy’s chest. As he looked down at his young daughter, he could feel his anger evaporate, turning into a soft adoration of his child, an appreciation for the life he had gained in exchange for the one he had lost all those years ago. He had built a new branch of the family he had once considered lost to history, and for that opportunity, he was eternally grateful. But did the growth compensate for the destruction that had taken place, all those years ago?

Had the Raven Queen granted Percy new life in a way that made up for the ones she had taken so mercilessly? Was it worth it, now that he had Vex, now that he had Vesper? Would anyone ever be able to fill the empty chasms that had taken up residence in Percy’s soul since he had lost everything? Could anyone ever hope to replace his parents or his brothers and sisters? Could anyone ever bring back the man Percival de Rolo could have become, if he had not been consumed by vengeance at such an early age?

His thoughts turned to each sibling that he lost. In his head, he recited each of their names in a silent chant. A promise to remember.

Julius, Vesper, Oliver, Whitney, Ludwig.

Vax’ildan, he added, after a moment’s hesitation. Yes, they weren’t actually related, but for all intents and purposes, they were brothers. There was no other way to describe their relationship, in the years they’d known each other.

“You have taken everyone I have ever dared to call a brother,” he whispered, half to himself, half to the God he knew wasn’t listening. “But you will not take my friends, my wife, my daughter. Not in the way you took them. Not in the way you took him.”

In the shadow of the rainfall

In the brief violet darkening of a sunset

But until then I pray

Watch over him

Julius. Vesper. Oliver. Whitney. Ludwig. Vax’ildan.

Watch over him

As the mountain guards it’s covert ore

And the harsh falcon

It’s flightless young

“You had better protect him,” he continued, “Because if I get there, and I find him to be anything less than the absolute pain in the ass he was in life, you and I are going to have a real fucking problem.”

And with those final words to the wretched goddess of death, he let himself fall asleep again, his beloved daughter safely curled into his chest.

—

Vex awoke to an empty bed, which wasn’t entirely a rare occasion, so she didn’t think much of it. With a groan and a great effort, she sat upright and padded through the hallways to check on Vesper.

She froze with her hand on the doorknob when she heard the sound of Percy’s soft snores coming from the inside of the nursery. As carefully as she could, she cracked the door open and stepped inside.

Percy sat slumped on the armchair, mouth hanging open and glasses crooked on his nose, his arms wrapped around Vesper, who slept peacefully. Vex laughed softly to herself at the sight, about to close the door again when she caught a flutter of black somewhere in her periphery.

Her eyes followed the movement to the windowsill, where a raven sat, watching.

[letmelickyoureyeballs]

I love the absolute whiplash of the cast using “Guidance” from campaign 1 to campaign 3.

In the first one they only seemed to use it in the middle of battle whenever they ran out of stuff to do.

And by the third one everyone is yelling to be given it in the most mundane situations.

Haven’t seen the second campaign so I can’t attest to that yet.

[undead-knick-knack]

Too soon? Too dark?