#winter's crest

[mintywolf]

Bells Hells go a-wassailing.

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[rohanrider3]

Dear DnD gods, all I want for Winter's Crest is a Fjorester wedding one-shot DMed by Aabria Iyengar so that we can simultaneously get gorgeous vibes, endless society shenanigans, AND Matt Mercer finally able to devote himself full time to playing Essek. <3 Shadowgast shenanigans <3 @quiddie

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Winter's Crest by Kent Davis

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[lespetitesmortsde]

something for the holiday?

Ask and ye shall receive some holiday fluff (I assumed you wanted Imogen and Laudna, if that's wrong, please don't correct me):

[lyricalporcupine]

🎵And knowing you’re in love with me Is the greatest gift of all 🎵

[nephriteknight]

i missed the window to write the bells hells winter's crest idea i had, but i'll either post it randomly in a few weeks or wait for christmas in july SO, what should i title it?

its gonna start with individual chapters/scenes for orym, laudna, and chetney, which will be pre-campaign hurt no comfort angst, and then a fluffy + hurt/comfort ending with all of BH together (but mostly those three since they're from tal'dorei and grew up celebrating it)

[thehobbitwithstickyuppyhair]

Up to Snow Good

Fic exchange piece for @katia-dreamer ! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Read on Ao3 or below!

As Westruun settled back into its previously scheduled, pre-frozen-villagers Winter’s Crest festivities, Percy found himself almost missing the distraction that fighting a dragon had brought. Sipping a mediocre ale on the fringes of the goings-on, he felt torn between finding a reason to stay or just leaving back to the inn and calling it a night. 

A few feet away, a halfling family sat down at one of the feasting tables, siblings clambering over each other and bickered good-naturedly, laughing and shoving each other. Percy felt something abruptly tighten in his throat as an unwelcome memory of previous Winter’s Crests drew to the surface. He lowered the tankard and found someplace to set it, abandoning the half-filled mug on the corner of a table. Some drunk would wind up claiming it he had no doubt. Shoving his hands deep into his pockets, he turned and started trudging alone out into the dark and snow. 

He did not get very far before something cold and hard thwacked him in the back of his head.

Percy spun around, coat flaring out behind him, hand immediately moving to his gun. But there was no threat, only Vax’ildan standing a few feet away with a second snowball in his offhand and a shit-eating grin on his face. 

“What the hell-” Percy started, brushing away snow off the back of his neck, scowling when some trickled down inside his coat collar and melting on his skin. 

“Oh, come on, Freddy. Snow me what you’ve got.” Vax grinned and tossed the snowball from hand to hand silently, like he did everything apparently. Percy shouldn’t have been surprised that the half-elf had managed to sneak up on him, but it still rankled. It didn’t rankle quite so much as what he realized Vax had called him. 

“I’m sorry– Did you just call me Freddy?” Percy got out incredulously, just as the second snowball launched from Vax’s hand with all the silent danger of one of his daggers. Percy ducked, which turned out to be a mistake as Vax had been aiming for his chest. The snowball wound up hitting him square in the face, jostling his glasses and leaving him sputtering. 

Vax’s hand was on his shoulder a moment later, his good natured laugh and smile thoroughly taking the wind of irritation out from Percy’s sails. “You alright?” 

Percy responded by reaching down and grabbing a handful of snow. 

Vax’s eyes lit up and he danced back, steps quick and light over the snow. He wasn’t quite fast enough to avoid Percy’s snowball smacking him solidly in the shoulder, but he did return another shot of his own immediately after. 

It wasn’t long before their antics drew some attention - namely, one particular goliath who gasped and bellowed, “SNOW FIGHT!!!” and thundered towards Percy and Vax like a stampede. Instinctively agreeing on a cease fire to save their lives, Vax and Percy dove out of the way as Grog gleefully dug into the snow, scooping up a truly terrifying boulder sized snowball that glinted with ice in the dim light.

Percy wondered briefly if this was the end, as the snow boulder bore down at them as they tried to outrun it, but then a golden shimmering shield appeared over both Percy and Vax, the snow-boulder spattering against it a moment later. 

“Grog, no ice balls!” Pike lowered her hand as the shield flickered out. 

Any response Grog might have made was immediately cut off by a purple, spectral hand dumping a pile of snow directly on top of him as Scanlan laughed. 

After that, all chaos broke loose. 

It was each member of Vox Machina for themselves as snow was lobbed left and right, flung by hand or magic, laughter and taunts and curses flying through the snow filled night with equal fervor. 

Percy found himself fashioning a small catapult out of sticks and his scarf, setting up shop behind Keyleth’s snow fortress wall to launch snowy missiles out into the fray. Vax ended up face first in the snow after dropping a handful of snow down his sister’s neck, Trinket obligingly sitting on Vax when Vex ordered him to. Pike and Scanlan rode on Grog’s shoulders, raining down snowballs on everyone Grog ran past. 

The entire situation was absurd. And Percy could not remember a time in recent history where he had felt a smile quite this wide on his face. 

How long the battle lasted, Percy could not say. Vax eventually stumbled behind the snow wall, breathlessly flopping onto his back, still with the shit-eating grin on his face that he’d had when this whole thing had started. 

“Satisfied with the war you started?” Percy asked drily, launching another snowball via catapult out over the wall. It connected with Scanlan’s back and very satisfyingly, dropped him off Grog’s shoulder into the snow with a yelp. 

“Quite.” Vax grinned up at him from his back, spreading his arms and legs wide to make the outline of an angel in the snow. “Happy Winter’s Crest, de Rolo.”

Percy let out a quiet snort of amusement. “Happy Winter’s Crest indeed.” 

And it was with warmth in his chest even as he could no longer feel his fingers from the cold, that Percy realized for the first time perhaps since leaving Whitestone, he truly was happy. 

(thanks for organizing the fic exchange, this was a lot of fun! Happy Holidays, and Happy New Year!)

[tiamat-zx]

What I wouldn't give to see a CR fic where a resurrection ritual is done on Wildemount's Day of Heart and Hearth (16th of Duscar), or alternatively Taldorei's Winter's Crest (20th of Duscar).

And the three offerings to the ritual? They would be representing past, present, and future.

Yes, it would essentially be "A Critmas Carol".

[astudyinchocolate]

The sheer catharsis of the Whitestone Winter's Crest episode is just 😘👌

Just the stuff I was craving after watching TLOVM but hadn't seen until now. Vax and Vex moments, Vex and Percy moments, Keyleth and Percy moments. Everyone has good moments. 10/10 everyone thank you for the frivolity.

[mintywolf]

Out of habit, Imogen still wakes early. Even with no farm chores to do, the instinct to escape sleep before a dream — or worse — can find her startles her awake almost before the sun is up. As the blur of sleep falls away from her eyes she finds herself looking at not the attic ceiling of her old bedroom, but the warped beams of a ramshackle roof not far above her head. To anyone else it might have seemed unsightly, the tar-paper shingles through the gaps in the boards and the frost on the exposed roofing nails. But when she sees it the knot of dread coiled in her chest whenever she wakes begins to unbind itself, and she relaxes. She is not in Gelvaan anymore.

No voices crowding intrusively up against her mind. No voices raised against Laudna in hatred. Around her there is only a dense, gentle hush, and from the pearly cast of the light she can tell that it has snowed in the night.

Smiling, she snuggles down into the rustling warmth of the bed, enfolding herself in the comforting weight of the blankets, the softness of her new red flannel pajamas, the sweet scent of dried straw and Laudna’s hair on the pillow beside her. She is lying on a straw tick in a barely upright little shack in the woods, and it’s the most at peace she’s ever been. Gelvaan is far behind her, and although in leaving it she has had to leave behind a few more things than she’d expected, one of them was not Laudna.

Imogen turns over to face her. The rising dawn sheds just enough light over the bed for her to take in the utter deadness of the figure next to her. Laudna’s head lolls limply on the pillow, tilted just a little too far to the side to be comfortable, so that Imogen is looking straight into the unseeing dark of her half-lidded eyes. Her hair lies in lank tangles over her face like strands of river weeds, unstirred by any hint of breath between her slack lips. Her horrible little dead rat doll lies curled on her chest like a pet. All of this is precious to Imogen now.

In the snowy silence she can hear nothing but the contented murmur of her thoughts under the blanket of sleep, and by that she knows that she is not, despite all appearances, lying in bed next to a corpse. It doesn’t bother her as much as it used to, now that she knows. Though she does, with affection, reach over and carefully close her eyelids.

(Read more on AO3)

[soaring-trash]

Merry Winter’s Crest y’all! hope your all having a good holiday 💜🖤

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[tatersdoesstuff]

happy winter's crest to my favorite robits :]

[colealexart]

is mistletoe a thing in exandria? it is now!