#cr pike

[big-moon-little-moon]

Look at that, Taliesin Jaffe making a PC who is sure that they are unlovable because they don't love themselves so why would anybody. And here comes Ashley Johnson with a steel chair!

(A friendly reminder that Pike had a huge crush on Percy in campaign 1. Girl has been waiting for her chance of loving the "unlovable" Taliesin PC for A LONG time)

[twinklestarss]

Campaign 1 Episode 59: The Feywild

[arclundarchivist]

Pike awakens after a soft kiss on the forehead, deep in mourning and a whisper, “I am sorry my dear one, but you are needed.”

Kash’s arm itches, as a dark whisper that he has long ignored breathes directly in his ear: “One last job, my husband.”

Opal cries in her sleep as cold hands cup her chin and wrap around her sister's mouth, "You wanted me to do some good, didn't you, little one? Help me then."

Dariax stares into the fire, feeling a hollowness he can't quite explain. There is something bad coming.

Jester gets a knock at her door as a panicked man dressed in green barrages into her home: “Jester! We’ve got trouble!”

A continent apart, two brothers look skyward, one amidst softly lapping waves another under curse dapples leaves, a soft feminine voice stating, “My children, I am sorry but you must stand again.”

Thunder booms, she sits in her garden, her heart mad with worry and grief.

“Rise, and take up your blade. The fight has come.” He booms.

And as she thinks of her love, she rises to face the oncoming storm.

The Red End Comes.

Rise Warriors of Exandria.

For Hate Batters at the Divine Gate.

[scarycl0wns]

"Our capacity for love increases with each person we cross paths with throughout our lives, and with each moment we spend with those people..."

[ cont. ]

[talonmom]

How many times do we gotta teach you this lesson old hag?

What do you mean thats probably not whats gunna happen?

[detect-undead]

Vox Machina

[axolotldice]

IMA MONSTAAAAHHH - 8 Piece Set

Well, you are all kinds of fucked up all the time, and that's why we love you. We're all all kinds of fucked up, and that's why we all are together

[abbistfu]

made pike’s holy symbol from vox machina :)

made & rendered by me in blender

[greenpa1nt]

Sunday Vox’ing

[cherryficmc]

Hey Pike Trickfoot fans

I hc that Pike would have a body type similar to these

That’s all have a great day

Photo credits:

1. On this link

2. Jing Mi-ran

[not-mirage]

Today she made a croissant (quaso!) 🥐

[evilbbygirl]

Scanlan and Pike shenanigans

[twinklestarss]

Pike’s Necklace

Campaign 1 Episode 53: At Dawn, We Plan!

Campaign 1 Episode 58: A Cycle of Vengeance

Campaign 1 Episode 68: Cloak and Dagger

[arclundarchivist]

Spoilers for C3E51

TURN BACK, YE CRITTER, IF YE HAVEN’T RIDDEN THE HARSH WAVES OF 51!

Winds of Change

A Tempest is unstoppable by most conventions?

So why, then, was she forced to watch the love of her life return and not speak his name?

Why, then, could she not caress the panes of his face and whisper: “I love you” as he and her Seedling stare down the mad Legend of the Peak?

Why, then, is she forced to watch him be torn away from again, to listen to his screams of pain as he is reduced and diminished into little more than a tool for the madman atop his warped tower?

Why, then, is she unable to help as she sees the Seedling and his allies scramble to do anything, anything at all, to stop the coming cataclysm?

She sees the defiant, tired faces of two strangers as they lock eyes with Ludinus, murder burning in their eyes.

And then she sees his confidence falter for but a moment as his machine sparks and sputters, and then there is not but white.

Marquet shakes with the might of the Maleus, but the world over, the effect is a ripple, an errant breeze, but even then, it is noticed.

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Vex’ahlia de Rolo awakens with a start alone in her room in Emon, the echoing call of a raven ringing in her ears.

She is crying...and she doesn’t know why.

But for a brief second, a flash of black fills her standing mirror, and she lungs out of it as her brother’s face momentarily appears, calling out, and then is gone.

“Vax?!” she cries, racing to the mirror and falling to her knees as she feels a deep hollow ache in her chest that had been silent for quite some time.

She begins to weep, resting her forehead against the chill surface, sourceless dread welling in her soul.

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“Papa?”

Gwen’s voice awakens Percy from a dead sleep, his hand shooting to the gun beneath his pillow as his eyes snap open, staring at his little girl. There is fear in her voice.

Something is wrong.

“What is it, darling?” he asks, sitting up.

“It’s Galdric, Papa.” she states, reaching up a hand to draw him out of bed, “He’s crying.”

He looks down at her in confusion, but then he hears it.

Echoing, mournful howling.

Picking her up in his arms, pistol in the other hand, he races from the front gates, numerous guards stepping to follow him as they watch their lord move quicker than he had in some time.

“Percival?” Cassandra asks, emerging from her room.

“Take her.” he states, handing Gwen over, “Keep her safe, please.”

She nods, confusion bubbling in her eyes as he continues on.

He skids to a halt at the top of the steps and looks out, and there at the base is the great wolf, head tilted towards the sky, faint whisps of silver light pouring from his jaws.

And there on the horizon, a flash of color and a thin beam of red races towards Ruidus.

Percy freezes, staring in confusion.

“Percy! PERCY!”

Pike’s voice draws him back, and she sees her slide to a stop next to Galdric, her eyes gleaming with unshed tears, her holy symbol glowing with golden light.

“What’s happened?” Percy demands.

“I...I don’t know.” Pike returns, looking up to the moons and scintillating patterns of the Apogee.

Galdric howls again, a booming call, defiance, anger, and sadness billowing from the great canine.

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She can’t sleep.

She can never sleep when Beau leaves like this.

She had wanted to go with her, to be with her, but Ludinus was cunning, his followers mind-warpers.

Too many times, her blade had found the flesh of her friends.

So instead, she sat in her garden, staring at the stars and flowing energies of the ley lines.

Hoping beyond hope that her wife was okay.

A flash of light draws her eye.

Deep Red Light.

The traumas of Cognouza race about her brain, and she stands, seeing a shifting diamond point of red light snapping and sputtering on the horizon line.

Thunder booms across a cloudless sky, and his voice echoes in her mind.

“Be. Ready,” he whispers.

And her stomach hollows out as her mind flies to Beau and Caleb. She goes for her blade. She leaves for the Coast immediately.

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Be Ready.

Those words echo in the minds of dozens.

From a little blue tiefling in the middle of the sea to a black-shrouded elf in the streets of Vasselheim.

A purple tiefling feels an itch in their brain as if something vast briefly rubs against a twisted yet forgotten wound.

In the heart of Rosohna Leylas, Kryn clutches her head as she feels an intense alien pain stab into her, followed by dozens upon dozens of abrasive voices. Not far away, the Beacons pulse red but once, and the Lord of Light’s followers will debate for weeks what it means.

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And under the chill boughs of the Savalierwood, two figures opposed in belief awaken and look to each other.

“Do you feel that?” Essek demands, getting to his feet.

“Mhm,” Caduceus mutters, stepping into the cold and letting the wind twist about his fingers, the bite momentarily colder than even the expanses of Eiselcross.

“The winds are changing.” Clay states, looking down at Essek, “Something is coming. Something...worrisome.”

“Caleb said...” Essek begins his heart stuttering for a second as scenario after scenario flitters through his brain.

“It’s Ludinus,” he states.

“I’m going to need some good tea, aren’t I?” Caduceus asks.

Essek doesn’t look at him, staring at the few stars that can make it through the corrupt boughs over their heads.

“Widoghast...you promised to come back to me.” he whispers, “Please.”

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A chill breeze licks across Dorian’s cheek, and he feels a chill run up his spine simultaneously; Morrighan freezes, clutching her head, ears pressing down.

They are haggard, covered in cuts and bruises, and so are the others, all of them standing around Opal, who has a distant expression, the crown on her head briefly gleaming with red light.

“You okay?” Dariax asks, looking up at them both.

They share a look, Morrighan’s eyes haunted by something he can’t quite parse, but some part of him draws out the sending stone.

“I...I think so.” he mutters, shaking himself, “Morrighan?”

“Be ready.” she mutters, “We need to be ready.”

“For what?”

The Spider Queen’s voice burbles from Opal’s lips, “So...so much.”

Fy’ra raises her staff, “Release her!”

“She needs me.” the Queen returns, and her eyes glint with malice and a hint of worry, “You all do.”

“Why?!” Dorian demands.

The Queen turns, and three voices emerge from her mouth, Opal, Ted, and her singing in choked unison, “For times they are changin'.”

She begins to laugh, a mad cackle that ceases as Opal slumps forward, Dariax rushing to catch her.

“What...what’s going on?” he demands, looking back at them.

Dorian flips the sending stone about his fingers, uncertainty bubbling in his stomach as the wind picks up once more, the gleaming light of the Apogee cascading across them at a more manic pace.

“Change.” he guesses, glancing over his shoulder from where the wind raced.

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Continents Apart the Bell’s Open Their Eyes.

The Omen Star Hangs Low.

Predathos Hungers.

Is it Thursday Yet?

[sandwolfstuff]

Pike with a jester aesthetic. I've done a bunch of Critical Role characters, and am just now posting them

[katadastical]

Look I’m almost a decade late to this but Pike giving Scanlan a little smooch on the cheek after he crit failed his stealth check so he’d be brave then Scanlan trying to do the same to Percy and sending him into fight or flight literally made my day it was so wholesome and chaotic