les watches vox machina – Page 32

Meanwhile, Scanlan is telling an enraptured crowd about how he won a cannon ball contest in a dragon’s lair, and I love him

Keyleth: even surrounded by friends, I often feel so alone

Kerr, to Keyleth, about her anxieties: the thing is you’re not wrong, and you’re not crazy. But it’s not hopeless, either

Bless Keyleth “panic attack at my own hero’s feast from social anxiety” the Ashari druid

As epic as the fights are, I’ve got to say some of my all time favourite moments in critical role are when people feast – free and happy and relieved of danger. It’s just, really magical, and epic in a different way to the monsters

“The starry night sky spreads infinitely above you, and for the first time in a long time, you take a moment to appreciate the beauty of this view from Westruun.”

Oh thank god. Though still, those pyres are a harrowing image

Oh god oh no please don’t let Westruun be destroyed

Oh SHIT “one down” with Umbrasyl’s tooth and the Vox Machina crest

Oh my god Percy drawing blood is Grog’s requirement for his victory

“Now if you’ll excuse me…I need to sleep off…this spa.” – Percy de Rolo

Oh GOD Percy has a kettle and a cheesecloth full of sodium he is going to blow himself up THIS MAD MAN