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Emon is the capital of Tal'Dorei, and is also the home of the emperor, Sovereign Uriel Tal'Dorei III, as well as Vox Machina.
A network of tunnels exists under the city. The Clasp, a thieves’ guild, has a subterranean base beneath the city. They use the tunnels to covertly get around, and know of several hidden entrances up to the surface. At least a part of the city is built on top of the ruins of an old, forgotten civilization.
Abadar’s Promenade is located on the east side of the city, with a very small portion of it extending beyond the city walls. Gilmore’s Glorious Goods is located within this district, and Greyskull Keep is located just outside the outer wall, a little ways away.
The Skyport district is located to the northwest right next to the Cloudtop District. This is where the city’s Skyships dock.
Shown to be within the center of the city, the Cloudtop district is surrounded by another wall due to the sovereign’s palace being here. It is also where the Tal'Dorei Council convenes to discuss various issues within Emon and all of Tal'Dorei. The Ivory Tower is also located here.
Fandom: Critical Role Pairing:Kima/Allura Rating: G Word Count:1,626 Summary:In the fifteen years since their travels together, the distance between Kima and Allura has widened. Somehow, the Underdark helps to close the gap. Also on: AO3 Notes: For Critical Role Relationship Week. The random generator was very kind to me for the first day. :) My interpretation of the re-kindling of Kima and Allura’s relationship, taking place around episode 14.
Kima hangs back, behind her—ugh—rescuers. This is certainly not
the way she imagined her next visit to Allura. Well, it never is. She always
imagines that she’ll stroll in, armor gleaming—at least she got that much right—nonchalant,
the trouble vanquished, nothing can keep Kima down, certainly not. It
falls short every damn time.
More fool her, that she could think to match Allura’s grace, her
poise. As the years have worn on, she’s only gotten further from it.
“We’ve brought you a present,” Vax says, and Kima grits
her teeth at the humiliation of it.
These feelings of resentment, though, they don’t last long when
the people in front of her move aside and the sun shines—as it always has—on
Allura: lingering golden in her half-braided hair, picking out the clear
seawater blue of her eyes. It is always this moment when Kima feels, like a
sword to the belly, the pain of missing her. Always pushed down, muffled, while
they’re apart, it rises to the forefront when they’re thrust together again.
Even here, with barely an arm’s reach between them, they still might as well be
an ocean apart.
aka the Vox Machina Are A Bunch Of Spacers And Pike Is Real Gay AU
“So you’re Grog’s sister!”
Pike stares up––and up, and up––at the beaming redhead. “Yeah. Yeah, I am. I’m Pike.”
The redhead offers a hand, shaking Pike’s enthusiastically. The drink in her other hand sloshes over the rim of her cup, foamy brown and splattered across the already-grimy floor of the backwater dive. “Keyleth! It’s great to meet you! Grog talks about you all the time.”
“Good things I hope?” she asks, a little teasing, and the redhead––Keyleth––smiles, almost wistful.
“Yeah. He really likes you.”
“Aw, yeah. That’s Grog.”
Keyleth shifts her drink to the other hand, looks around the bar. “So, um. Are you looking for him?”
“Yeah.” She hesitates, then tilts her head to the back corner where a motley group of spacers sit crowded around a table too small for the lot of them. “Um, you had better come sit down. There’s uh, a lot to talk about.”
These hills among clouds seem to rise
you only need your feet and eyes
to reach the tallest before noon
begin now and you’ll be there soon
and I’ll walk with you until we stand
among the cloudtops close at hand
where both our voices slip away
because such beauty needs none to say.
(uni’s been kicking my ass recently - i’m in the final term of my final year, so there’s a lot going on - but i managed to get a little something out, anyways. inspired by both the song “real” by years & years and its music video.)
warnings for brief, vague mentions of an abusive parent and self-harm scars
Vax meets her under the neon lights of the Cloudtop district, the preferred nighttime haunt of Emon’s rich and famous – and even there, under the blues and greens and reds of a hundred fluorescent signs, she’s bright enough he almost fears a touch from her would burn.
It’s obvious she belongs here, despite her drunken unsteadiness, how clumsy she is in her designer heels. She has the posture of near-royalty, and the clothes to match, with the kind of half-eccentricity to them that only the wealthy can get away with. She’s all green and gold, the colour of sunlight through spring leaves – a scrap of a dress in deep emerald, the hem well above mid-thigh, and glittering jewellery at her wrists and ears and neck – other than her hair, a thick halo of tightly-curled fire about her head.
It’s just as obvious that he doesn’t belong here. This district is for designer jeans and Rolexes and loafers, and here he is, charity shop leather jacket and stolen surplus combat boots and all. He hopes he looks rugged, edgy, mysterious in his grubby grunge-hipster clothing.
He knows, instead, that his cheap clothes and his lurking and the dusty-brown of his skin likely marks him troublemaker in the eyes of anyone who cares to notice him, skulking in an alley just off the main strip.
And, well. It’s not exactly like they’d be wrong, either.
Warnings: Descriptions of injury, Major Character Death
Summary: Transistor AU, the aftermath of an attempted assassination.
*This is totally a recolour of official art, but you probably guessed that
Merry very very late Christmas @vexahliia !! This was going to be a full out AU but unfortunately, depression happened so I decided to tidy this up and post this up (i still have an outline of what I was going to do, so maybe one day- !) Also thank you to @the-waffle-iron for the one conversation we’ve had 5 months ago (you can’t see me but I’m giving you the thumbs up), where you encouraged me to do this!
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Vaxilmore - ♗: One falling asleep with their head in the other's lap. ♢: Forehead or cheek kisses, please!
i. cheek kisses
The sun is setting over Emon by the time Vax and Gilmore head back down to his shop; the rest of Vox Machina was waiting there, probably still bargaining for things, knowing Vex.
They walk arm-in-arm through Abadar’s Promenade, talking quietly (well, they think it’s quiet– it’s not, not really, not with how drunk they are) and giggling together. Vax talks about the Underdark, what they found, and Gilmore talks about the ridiculous customers he’s had over the last few months. Vax is amazed he can stand them at all, sometimes.
Gilmore stops them about a block away from his shop and pulls Vax into a side-street. It’s less busy here, more private. Almost immediately, Gilmore’s face changes. “Vax’ildan,” He begins, voice sobering. “I’m glad you came out of that alive. You do know that? I don’t know what I would’ve done with myself.” Gilmore frowns a little.
“Me too.” Vax says, slowly, thinking about it. “Shaun? I’m sorry we left without much notice.” He’s not sure what else to say. It’s either the weight of the situation, or he’s had far too much to drink. Potentially, it’s both.
Before he knows it Gilmore’s leaning in and kissing his cheek gently. “It’s okay, Vax. What matters is you came back to me in one piece.” He whispers, and Vax feels him squeeze his arm. Gilmore draws back, they smile at eachother, and he offers his arm once again.
ii. forehead kisses.
The Chroma Conclave is defeated.
Gilmore’s whole fucking body hurts and it’s a chore to move even weeks later. Thordak was a bastard to take down, that much was true. But even then, Gilmore had insisted on helping start the process of rebuilding Emon and the other cities, so his injuries weren’t healing as fast as they should’ve been. It was his own fault.
But they’ve organized a ceremony for Vox Machina and those who’ve helped, and Gilmore offers to present them their thank-you gifts on behalf of Tal’Dorei. A lot of people’ll be there, and for the first time in a long while, Gilmore feels a little nervous about crowds.
The day rolls around and it’s easy, though. The Cloudtop District– or what remains and has been rebuilt so far– has been hastily decorated with hundreds of thousands of brightly coloured banners and streamers and flowers. The sun shines above them in a cloudless sky, and Gilmore’s skin is pleasantly warm.
Vox Machina stands on a makeshift wooden stage in front of hundreds of thousands of people from across Tal’Dorei. They’re all dressed nicely- save for Grog, of course- and they’re smiling, tiredly. None of them thought they’d come out of this alive.
Gilmore goes down the line with their medals. Percival, Keyleth. He has to stand on his toes for Grog, and Grog has to bend down for him to place it ‘round his neck. He has to bend for both Pike and Scanlan. Vex is next, and then Vax, finally. He shakes all of their hands, save for Vax.
His eyes have dark bags under them, and his bruises and cuts from the fight are still on his face. Healing, but still there. They’re all like this, but somehow, this hurts more.
Shaun watches as Vax ducks his head slightly, and he slips the medal gently over his head. The rogue finally lifts his head again, and Gilmore kisses his forehead instead of shaking his hand like the rest of them.
The druid seemed like a flower, but Grog saw the real shape of things. This was a person who could and did shape the world to her whims. She couldn’t take something big down in a single blow, but she could take out a small army on her own. She threw herself into battle, changing her form to what was needed most.
And when Thordak fell, and Raishan got away, Keyleth was… well, she was raging.
Grog pulled her away from the celebration. Everyone else was having a good time, and he could see that Keyleth was struggling not to ruin it for them. He brought her too what used to be a park in the cloudtop district, and was now a barren opening between broken buildings.
“We didn’t get her today, but we’ll get her. We promise you. She’s still the biggest threat to Whitestone."
Grog stood in front of Keyleth and handed her a quarterstaff he’d snagged off the body of a lizardman. "Until then, hit me."
"What?” She looked down at the staff in her hand, but she tested her grip on it all the same.
He took a step back, giving her space to swing. “Hit me, so you can get the anger out and we can go back to the others without ruining their fun."
Keyleth considered the staff for a moment, then let it drop to the ground. Instead, she took both hands and shoved Grog. He hadn’t been expecting that, and he actually rocked back on his heels before catching his balance again.
"Oh,” Grog grinned down at her as he caught her wrists in each hand, “Do you want to go hand to hand instead?"
Keyleth glared, then changed her footing and jumped at him. He let go of her wrists and caught her around the waist, holding her up easily. Like this, her eyes were on his level, he wasn’t looking down anymore. "No, Grog. I don’t."
He held her up for a moment, watching as her glare turned into something feral, like a wolf stalking its prey. "Oh. You wanna let off steam another way?"
"Sounds good, Grog.” And she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Following Vox Machina’s meeting with the leader of Ank’Harel, there has been a lot of discussion amongst the Critters about what we know about The Cinder King. We compiled a list of all relevant quotations about him in a document you can access here. Below the cut, we summarize all we know about him. Spoilers up through episode 66; all facts, no speculation.
Someday, the historians of Tel’Dorei will be baffled about how this ragtag band of completely, utterly insane mercenaries all outranked 99% of Tel’Dorei, and were part of a half-dozen guilds and other organizations, some more legal than others.
Like, everywhere they go, people look at them oddly because they ask emperors where the privy is, one of them gets arrested on a monthly basis, mostly for being so awkward the guards figure she must be up to something, they scare the living shit out of random people and scream about evil skulls in the middle of the Cloudtop District.