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[quinn-of-aebradore]

CR Non-Endgame Ships Round 1a

Scanvax VS Dashrym

Scanvax

Dashrym

Voting ended onFeb 15, 2025

Scanvax and Dashrym art by @oddthesungod

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[quinn-of-aebradore]

CR Non-Endgame Ships Round 1

Vaxmore VS Scanvax

Vaxmore

Scanvax

Voting ended onFeb 14, 2023

Vaxmore art by @drawsmaddy

Scanvax art from the Vox Machina Origins comics

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"Don't speak. Don't even breathe. Be quiet." for a rare pair

It’s been a long time since Vax has felt helpless. Well… there’s the general unease of being tethered to a strange, ancient deity that frequently goes on monologues about fate, but that’s different. With that, Vax at least knows he’s responsible for himself, and that his own actions will dictate his own failings–and the resulting consequences of them. But this. This is someone else’s life. Someone else’s choices that lead to consequences Vax doesn’t know how to handle. This is completely different.

“Just hang on,” he whispers, fingers pressed firmly against Scanlan’s side. The Gnome’s once-bright shirt is sodden with blood. The wound is still bleeding despite Vax’s best efforts at staunching it. The creature responsible for the laceration lays dead in the darkness a few feet away. Vax can’t identify the poison on its talons. If Keyleth were here she might be able to find out, hell even Percival might have a clue. But nobody is here. No Pike to wash away wounds with Sarenrae’s warm light. No Vex with a handy stock of potions. No Grog with some hail-mary item buried and forgotten deep in the bag of holding. They’re alone.

“I guess this is karma,” Scanlan says, a weak smile on his face. He’s pale and covered in a feverish sweat. “Drop enough deuces on people’s beds, and the universe kills you in a sewer.” 

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“Shut up,” Vax says, voice shaking, but unable to fight the upward twitch of the edges of his lips. “You’re not dead yet.” But as he says it he can feel that slight pressure at the back of his head. That cool, dark presence of the Raven Queen slowly creeping in like the rising of a tide. “Not yet.” Vax whispers desperately. “Please not yet. I can still save him.” The words were meant for the Raven Queen, but even so close to death, Scanlan’s still awake enough to hear them.

“Vax,” Scanlan says, faux-scandal in his voice, “I didn’t know you cared.”

“Of course I care, you idiot,” he snaps, “Put your hands here.” He moves Scanlan’s hands over the long claw marks and presses them there firmly before starting to tear strips of cloth from his shirt.

“Is this what it takes to get your shirt off?” Scanlan asks. He’s still grinning, but his eyes are starting to haze over, and his word slur slightly together.

“You know me, near death experiences are kind of my thing,” Vax says hoarsely, somehow coaxed in to joking along with Scanlan.

“Suddenly, so many things about you make sense–” Scanlan draws in a sharp breath as Vax starts to bind the strips of fabric over his wounds. His breathing is shallow and painful. He opens his mouth to say something more, but Vax shushes him sharply. The two freeze.

In the distance, a faint splashing can be heard echoing down the long sewage tunnels. Vax springs suddenly back in to action, tying off the bandages and hoisting Scanlan up in to his arms. The Gnome winces.

“You sure know how to sweep someone off their feet,” he says through gritted teeth.

“Shut up,” Vax repeats, moving swiftly down the opposite corridor. It takes a moment, but he manages to fade slightly in to the shadows, and match his footfalls with the constant sloshing sound of running water that fills the sewers. “I’m getting us out of here, but we have to be silent. Don’t speak. Don’t even breathe. Be quiet.”

“Might not have to worry about me breathing in a little while,” Scanlan points out grimly. Vax feels a pang of horror bounce through his body as he realizes his poor phrasing. The regret is so jarring that he missteps and sends a pebble clattering across the stone floor. Vax stops. He glances down at Scanlan, and finds the bastard still smiling. Though the expression fades a little when he sees the horror on Vax’s face.

“I didn’t–don’t you dare–” Vax takes a breath, “You know what I meant.” He starts to carefully move forward again, quick as he dares without making too much noise.

“I know what you meant,” Scanlan murmurs. Vax clutches him a little closer, fingers laid over Scanlan’s wrist so that he can be certain there’s still a pulse racing through his veins.

Not yet, he thinks as the distant sound of footfalls in water echo off the walls behind him.

Not yet, he thinks as he forces the presence of the Raven Queen from his mind.

One day, her voice echoes serenely, sadly through his thoughts.

Not yet.