i understand why people like the queue and i do respect you guys for using it but that is just not how i roll. if i think these 37 posts are funny you’re seeing them right fucking now
‘last thing that i saw before the light took us was someone important to me… someone I lost long ago… and I will do everything in my power to destroy them, who did this.’
I for one and welcoming Keyleth’s rage, the blaze of it, the wildfire fury that stood up to an Ancient dragon and gods, and best they beware for what they did to Vax, through harming her.
(The guilt she must feel, worse than the pain, for being bait. For being why he’s suffering, why he’s caught. Maybe worse, if she was briefly so relieved to see him again.)
Scanlan, pointing from Vax and Vex to Percy and Keyleth: You guys ruined two perfectly good bisexuals is what you did. Look at them, they’ve got a twin kink.
Every day the raven came to visit. Every day. For 30 years, that raven was with her, through thick and thin, right by her side. A comfort, a companion, a… friend. Something more. Something that meant more than a simple raven. It was visiting her so much that she built a perch in her room. Just for him. Just for that raven. A vestige of their love, a reminder that he could not stop sending because his love for her was so great. And then their love was used to brake the world. And now he is trapped in his cage of pain and she is now trapped in her cage of pain and duty that will not cease and spinning plates that will not stop spinning and just keep crashing and he was there but now he’s gone again and the raven visited every damn day but now that perch is empty.
[ID: A digital illustration of Vax'ildan and Keyleth from Critical Role. The two of them are kissing, a heart and an exclamation point is drawn above them. Behind them is a green background. End description.]
If you ever catch me sighing wistfully just know I’m thinking about these two <3
Orym: “Tempest, there’s one more thing I held back when we arrived. I wasn’t sure what to make of it myself. It felt wrong to burden you and I’m sorry. A few of us… just in an attempt to understand the state the temples were in, we visited the temple of the Matron. And she visited us with a vision.”
Keyleth’s face turns still as stone.
Orym: “I’ve had more visions in the past year than I’ve had in my entire life. Gods come when they want. But we saw the excavation site again. We saw the Malleus Key, and some sort of red beam going from the ground all the way to Ruidus.”
Imogen: “It’s true, I’ve seen it up close.”
Orym: “But in this vision, that man… that winged man that appeared that day… Ludinus has him in some sort of prison. And, um. We could hear him… in pain.”
Keyleth’s eyes dart to the window. Orym notices what he thought was a small tree growing on the balcony is actually a perch. It is empty.
Fearne: “You seemed upset when we talked of the Matron of Ravens. You don’t seem to like her.”
Keyleth: “I have a tumultuous history with those that call themselves gods, yes. Tumultuous enough to keep them at arms length but still see their importance. They still serve their purpose to others. But they sometimes take in ways that don’t feel fair.”
Laudna: “If she were gone, this Matron, what would happen to this man?” Keyleth: “I have no idea.” Keyleth’s mind races behind her eyes.
