Greetings. I am Lieutenant Azune Nayar of the Arcane Marshals.
I was encouraged by a friend or two to reach out on this platform for the sake of socializing or providing assistance to those who need it- whether it be for food or shelter in the city of Dol-Makjar or clarification on the laws in the area.
I have been informed it is best to clarify that I am indeed "off-duty" and will not snitch on anyone. Unless I witness it with my own two eyes, I have no evidence of any wrongdoing.
If you wish to file a formal complaint or report a crime, you may seek me out specifically at the Brethren Hall. Ask for me and I shall come.
Good tidings to all of you.
// Hiya! The name's Indi (she/her) and I'm the one puppeteering this dork around. I'll be tagging any and all spoilers that come across this page, so don't fret, Monday Crew!
This *IS* an 18+ blog, mainly out of my own comfort, but also because things can get spicy! Sex jokes are 50% of CR's humor /j
Anything heavy will probably go to DMs or discord!
I don't have much to say here except for the guidelines Ms. Marisha Ray (praise be) uses at live shows- Don't Be A Dick >:(
I'm fairly new to tumblr rp, but ya girl is tryin' her best. I've been rp-ing in other places for over ten years now, though!
I tend to match writing styles and lengths, so if there's anything you're craving, just send somethin at me and I'll match it ;3
Oh! I'm also a BIG multishipper, so hit me up with LITERALLY anything. I can't guarantee that Az here will pick up on vibes, but I certainly will~
[ID: Two digital drawings of Azune Nayar from Critical Role. In the first drawing he's looking to the left, smiling. In the second drawing he's still smiling and looking to the left but now saying "I'm vindictive". End description.]
Azune keeps his pace relaxed as he makes his way through the Penteveral, the tension in his shoulders easing as he follows the familiar path to Murray's office.
He would admit it- he rushed ever-so-slightly on his patrol today. Not enough to endanger anyone, no, but the streets were calm... and he very much wanted that ice cream.
The Marshal cradles a small container of warm caramel drizzle by his side as he raises a hand to knock at the dwarven woman's door, an even one two three that she's probably used to hearing by now.
"It's me." Despite the call and the fact that Murray knew he was coming, he waits patiently for permission before continuing further.
"What a pleasant surprise, bless your heart."
It's said purely as a tease, and is accompanied by the sound of several chains pulled aside and a pull-rope to make the upper lock easier to reach. There were small folk quarters at the Pentevral now, but not when she'd first come in.
After a second, the door gravitates outward.
"Come in, kid," she told him. Her hat was off, and the make up she'd put on for a meeting with Kora was smudged, like she'd been rubbing at her eyes. "Come right in."
Ah. Now he understood. This was an emotional support shared ice cream time.
He steps into the room and carefully closes the door behind him, taking stock of Murray in a single glance. His brows twitch downwards at the exhaustion on her face and his train of thought derails, mentally going through things he knows she enjoys. None of them seem to be feasible to get at the moment, but he'll keep it running in the back of his mind.
"I brought caramel to use as a topping, and-" A pause as he tucks a hand inside his breastplate, fidgeting for a moment, "-a bottle of..."
He pulls it out, squinting at the label. "I don't know, actually. I was in a hurry so I just said 'Something better than Yahrgraz' to a market vendor. They assured me it wasn't too strong, so it should be acceptable to have a small amount if you need it."
Azune's shoulders relax slowly as he settles into the space, the familiarity of it comforting. It was so Murray that he couldn't help but feel at ease.
He didn't quite know when it started, really. It became second nature to plan out his day in his mind before it started, run through it like a dress rehearsal as he laced his boots up as evenly as possible.
He then replays it all once more as he fastens his sabatons and greaves, letting himself enjoy the luxury of time to get ready as opposed to frantically yanking on his too-big armor as shouts rang out from camp.
Mapping out his day was crucial recently. His lists were longer than they had been in years and he could not afford for even one item to go unattended to. Everything was so important.
He wonders, some days, if this was even a fraction of the pressure Thjazi feels.
...Felt.
He takes a slow breath as the thought hits him, letting the small ripple of grief wash through his being. Ever present as a phantom, the man's voice rings out clear in his head- Time for that later. Keep moving, soldier.
There was no time for him to wallow. There was so much to be done, he could not afford to succumb to the skeletal hand that threatens to rip out his heart. Its grip tightens, yes, but his small moments with Hal and Murray and Thimble kept it from encasing him completely.
You need to pay your weapon attention lest it rust over completely. Your heart and your mind are vital to your functioning. You must attend to them so that they do not become crumbling dust in your hands. So you do not become useless.
Azune has to be useful. He has to.
He rises to his feet as he steps out of his tiny apartment in Shafira, closing and locking his door behind him as always as he catches the beginnings of a sunrise starting to color the sky.
"...The bakery today. Treats are good for morale."
Routine set firmly in place, Azune Nayar steps into the cool morning of another day.
Wicander tapped Azune lightly on his shoulder, catching him as they were leaving another meeting. “Azune, was it? I’ve been meaning to talk to you since we met. Do you have a moment for an apology?”
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((Hello!! I like how you’ve decorated :)
Azune's shoulders straighten instinctively at the light tap, his posture changing in an instant- going from focused to overly formal in the matter of seconds. He turns, his brow creasing just slightly in confusion as he processes the question.
"An... apology, Your Radiance?" So much has happened in the past week that Azune cannot for the life of him think of why Wicander of all people would feel the need to apologize.
Sundered Houses usually don't. Granted, Wicander did seem to be different from them, so perhaps this was genuine.
//uwaaah thank you!! :D i'm winging it a bit but i do like how it's turned out so far (⌒▽⌒)☆
// it's always fun picking up a new character cuz tell me why i've spent the past hour and a half darting between the CR wiki and the canon dol-makjar map learning Everything i can abt aramán and how growing up there would influence a person
love for media runs even deeper once you start participating in it
Official Illustrations for Critical Role's Previously On recaps of Campaign 4!
And this makes all three tables: The Schemers! What a nerve-wracking chain of events, huh? It's been a massive honour yet again to bring all of them to life!!
(there's a little easteregg in the full group illustration...can you spot it?;))
