cr 68

lay down
your sweet and weary head
the night is falling
you have come to journey’s end
sleep now
and dream of the ones who came before
they are calling
from across the distant shore [x]

On the subject of Tragedy

This great piece of meta just made it click for me about why for the past several days I’ve been faintly irritated by “oh but it’s so perfect for the character” arguments without quite knowing why.

(Below is a short ramble on the subject of Vox Machina and tragic characters that have been dragged kicking and screaming out of a tragic narrative. Major spoilers for Episode 68.)

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Coworker: So what did you do this weekend?

Me: Oh nothing much. Cleaned around the house, hung out with some friends. 

Me (internally): mourned the death of a fictional DnD character who is not even mine but the character of a nerdy ass voice actor but he might actually still be able to resurrect the character but all the spells that could bring him back require him to be willing and there is a very good chance he might not simply because of the dramatic effect but if he doesn’t come back the my OTP is totally sunk and….

Me: Yep…totally normal adult weekend. 

It’s Quiet in Whitestone

Now I’m not a writer, but I was listening to ‘It’s Quiet Uptown" and had some Critical Role musings I needed to let out based off the lyrics.


“There are moments that the words don’t reach.” Vex unable to do anything but scream wordlessly as Percy falls. “There is suffering too terrible to name.” The pain that each of them feel in their hearts, the suffering they inflicted upon Ripley.

“The Hamiltons move uptown and learn to live with the unimaginable." Vox Machina return to Whitestone after they’ve put down the Conclave, and attempt to come to terms with everything they’ve lost, mourning the death of Percy.

"I spend hours in the garden.” Keyleth attempts to recreate the garden they had at Greyskull Keep. The colours aren’t as bright, nor the scent as sweet. She is often joined by Vex or Vax, they sit in silence or talk quietly. It’s not the same.

“I never liked the quiet before.” They destroy his work, like he wanted. His creations and his notes. They startle at anything that resembles a gunshot.

“And I pray, that never used to happen before.” Vex joins Pike kneeling at the altar in the Temple of Pelor, and joins her brother at the Shrine to the Raven Queen. She prays, but she does not know for what. Keyleth prays in her garden, but she does not know to whom.

“If you see him in the street, walking by himself, talking to himself have pity. He is working through the unimaginable…His hair has gone gray. He passes every day. They say he walks the length of the city.” Vex spends her days walking Whitestone, her hair streaked with white, wearing his coat, bloodstained and riddled with bullet holes. A spectre of the man who held her heart, and took it to his grave.

“You would like it uptown, it’s quiet uptown.” At least Whitestone is safe, as Percival wanted. They all made sure of that. They continue to make sure of that.

“Look at where we are, look at where we started.” They have done so much, saved so many people, but at such great cost to themselves.

“If I could spare his life, if I could trade his life for mine, he’d be standing here right now. And you would smile, and that would be enough.” Vex wishes it had been her, her darling Percival had so much more to offer the world than she does, he was a good man who could do much good. Vax wishes it had been him, prays to the Raven Queen to take him instead, just to see his sister smile again. Pike wishes she had been there, could have done something, anything. She never gets over it.

"Just let me stay here by your side. That would be enough.” Vex often falls asleep in the crypt where he is laid to rest, like a true de Rolo should be. She always wakes covered by a blanket.

“There are moments that the words don’t reach.” Scanlan spends hours of every day trying to pen a fitting tribute, the tale of Percy’s life and his legacy. But he doesn’t hear the music and the word’s don’t flow. Whitestone still lives.

“They are standing in the garden. Alexander by Eliza’s side. She takes his hand.” She dreams of him.

“Forgiveness. Can you imagine?” Percival died a better man, a good man.

“They are going through the unimaginable.”

"Percy's killing you right now, not us."
  • It was Percy who came up from behind and cut off what remained from Ripley's fake arm.
  • It was Percy who carved the de Rolo Crest into Ripley's forehead.
  • It was Percy who swung the Blood Axe into Ripley's navel.
  • It was Percy who cast Grasping Vine around Ripley's throat to choke her.
  • It was Percy who fired two arrows at Ripley, one through her skull and the other into her heart.