WITHOUT DEATH

i know that you fear me. most do. indie raven queen. by maxi. but only because they are without understanding.

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{SPOILER EP 47}  "This is you, my champion…“

The obsession forever continues with Critical Role. 

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pelorr:

He chuckles. “Better you than others that I can think of. You, at least, are pleasant company.” Which wasn’t saying much, considering he could find pleasant company in many things. A look of thoughtfulness crossed his expression at her words, and he leaned back ever so slightly in contemplation. It would be good to have someone for himself from and for Whitestone, but he wasn’t quite sure Percival something something something something de Rolo the Third was that someone just yet. Amusement soon replaced thoughtfulness as he teased, “Come now, that sounds like like a threat. Are you going to start a harem of champions now? Is one not good enough any more?”

     “ would that be so wrong? ”  her voice is like silk as she asks the question. percival indeed caught her interest and if he decided to perhaps come her way, well she’d give him the chance.  “ tell me, pelor, how many times has he come to speak with you? ”  she laughs gently, just having a bit of fun.  “ to be fair though, i don’t think i will be seeing him again anytime soon. of his own will at the very least. perhaps you’ll have a better chance if you so please. ”

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pelorr:

“I don’t think it could ever return to what it once was, but I do hope it gets better.” That’s all he can do really: hope, trust in the people and maybe send the occasional blessing. But to place his trust in the tinkerer? Perhaps, with some encouragement, that might happen. “I believe in his sister more than that boy, and even then…” Even then that belief is tentative. He trails off for a moment before he smiles. “If he does, I’ll be proud of him.”

     “ he gave me a shrine. a piece of me is in your domain. ”  she sounds rather smug about it.  “ i like him. ”  her arms cross rather loosely as she thinks back on a time in which percival came to visit her.  “ he is very impressive you must admit. i’d try to get him under my wing if i were you. else someone may snatch him up before you get the chance. ”

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dvskmeadow:

Her size is not nearly as immense as it had been in his early dreams of her, nor as large as it had been for much of his first honest communion with her, but eve as this fact sticks itself with his mind, another memory joins it - one of a woman, not a goddess, with a warm face and warm hands and soft lips, all at once invoking her former humanity while making her all the more powerful in Vax’s own eyes. He’ll never find it in himself to see her as anything less that stunning, awe-inspiring, breath-taking— and a myriad of other phrases meant to simply prove he loses himself when simply thinking of her. 

Her hand at his cheek now feels chillier than one may expect, but such is the nature of death and Vax wouldn’t dream of  shying away. “My Lady,” he bows his head, eyes closed as he collects himself before her, then stands tall once more. “I do not mean to take your attention away from matters elsewhere, if they were at all elsewhere… and I admit a small ounce of foolishness, but - it has… been some time since our last conversation.” He pauses, sucking in a breath, then puffing out an awkward laugh of sorts. “It… does not feel right, to go so long.”

       “ you need not worry yourself over such things. ”  but she appreciates the concern. it’s rather refreshing if she were to be honest.  “ i always have time for you, my champion. ”  the smile practically painted upon her features is soft as she listens to the reason she had been beckoned. a small laugh settles on her breath.  “ you have been busy. ”  she makes the excuse for him.  “ i understand. ”  he has been making her proud. it’s something she can easily forgive.  “ but, now we are here. so let us talk. ”

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bcaroness:

If this was a dream, this was the most peaceful dream she’s had in years. Even though she knew the Raven Queen’s domain, there was no fear, no hesitation. Confusion and wonder, much like she’d seen on her brother’s face many time over the last month or so. But where to start?

     “Should I start at the beginning?”

      “ if you’d like. ”  the tips of her delicate fingers trace both sides of vax’s jawline until she reaches her chin. it’s then she finally provides some space and brings her hands back to herself.  “ i know of your recent demise. i feel how it’s affected you. speak to me of whatever you’d like, my dear, i wish to help. ”

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i’ve seen a lot of people w/ theories saying orthax is one of the raven queen’s ravens but fallen and i lowkey love it? esp given my interpretation w/ the way orthax looks

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bcaroness:

Out of everywhere Vex can escape from her problems, her dreams are one place that only make them worse. She’s left alone in her own mind with every thought, every memory. Not to mention the weight of death that was so recently upon her. She was trapped, caught by every emotion until she heard a voice. Soft, at first, but something about it sounded strikingly familiar. She turned to see the presence of the Raven Queen besides her, hand outstretched. It takes her a moment to realize, even if she’d wanted to, she couldn’t ever have thought up the Raven Queen in her own mind. Vex took a deep breath in, trying to calm herself as she let her hand come up and rest in the one outstretched to her.

       “ have trust. ”  the only words she speaks as vex’ahlia takes her hand. she moves to step in front of her, another hand coming to settle over top of vex’s. without much warning she allows herself to fall backwards, inevitably dragging vex with her. they fall but it’s not something of panic. she’d like to think that this would almost feel as calming as the broom or carpet to vex’ahlia. she knows very well the need she has to feel the wind rushing past her ears and through her hair. 

eventually everything freezes and the entire area around them is dark. the only solid figures around being them and them alone. it takes but a blink of a moment for them to stand on solid ground once more. she does love her dramatics. “ vex’ahlia, ”  she lets go of her hand to take her face instead.  “ tell me of your woes. ”

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@bcaroness / starter call.

        “ my dear... ”  a voice whispers against vex’s ear.  “ ... your dreams are plagued with wicked thoughts. ”  this is one of those dreams. however this one is perhaps a bit more real than vex will ever realize. but, that won’t be known until she wakes.  “ breathe. ”  the word turns into an echo as whatever feeling of a presence behind vex disappears into thin air. it reappears beside her with a face painted with a gentle smile. a delicate hand offers itself for vex’ahlia to take.  “ let us sift through these dreams. ”

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@pelorr / starter call.

        “ whitestone seems to be returning to what it once was. ”  she knows very well, however, that more can be done. so much more. whitestone will carry a scar that will take years to fade, but what she sees is promising.  “ perhaps one day it will become even better than what it was before the darkness fell. i am sure that tinkerer will make sure of it. ”

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@dvskmeadow / starter call.

      her champion. there he stands, prideful. ready. she watches ever diligently as he fights, as he travels, as he speaks to his friends. she swells with pride as he’s done just as well as she believed he would. her hand comes and takes his cheek. the touch is gentle as the tips of her fingers caress his skin.  “ hello, my dear vax’ildan. ”  she greets soft and warm before her hand retreats, returning to clasp with her other one at her front.  “ what do you seek? ”

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hmu for some starters y’all