Imagine if you will: it’s six months later in game-time. Keyleth finished her Aramente, Hotis is dead, Taryon has paid the party and wandered on his way, so on and so forth. There’s still a few Lingering Questions™ perhaps about that book and other things, but Vox Machina are prepared to take a well-deserved rest for a while. Their keep is finally empty of refugees, there’s time to take a break from things like governing Whitestone, and everyone heads back to Greyskull for a little while to just enjoy their home and one another’s company for the first time in an age.
They send a message to Scanlan, an olive branch: we’re going back to Emon, back to Greyskull Keep. We’d love to pick out a room for Kaylie, if you feel like coming by.
No reply. Keyleth considers scrying on him in case something’s the matter, but finally decides not to intrude any further on his privacy.
The day arrives. Bags are packed, they step through the Sun Tree and into their garden; the only familiar faces waiting are a few of their servants and Jarrett, but it’s still their good old long-lost home. Emon is finally starting to really bustle again in the Conclave’s aftermath. They consider a quiet dinner at home, but it almost seems like a waste; Vox Machina, as they’re wont to do, leave their things behind and head out to a tavern for a good time.
The one they pick is a big bustling place, and being the local heroes and all, they opt for one of the less conspicuous tables off in a corner. They can’t really see the minstrels performing way over on the stage for all the heads in between. (Well, Grog can, but he’s busy with his ale.) The fiddler is uncommonly good, though, accompanied by an abrasively lively shawm and then an equally nimble lute. It’s good music to get drunk by, so they toast and laugh and nobody thinks anything more of it until there’s a smooth tenor voice that they’d recognize anywhere:
“Let me tell you the tale,” it sings, “of Vox Machina.”
One of the group drops their ale mug, and the crowd whoops and cheers for Scanlan Shorthalt’s latest masterpiece, which of course he’s been performing here for days already to be sure the regulars know the words. There’s a verse describing all the heroes, naturally, and Scanlan meets their eyes one after another with a small smile on his face. Olive branch returned.
He looks different. Less jewelry. Somewhere along the line apparently he cut his hair, and now it’s half grown out again. The only earring he wears is Tiberius’s, and the front of his shirt is closed. He’s dressed like a man who’s decided maybe female attention isn’t that important to him after all.
The song is several verses long, glowingly detailing Vox Machina’s exploits. It must have taken ages to write. There are even some lines about Taryon Darrington, the end of the Aramente, the harrowing journey to the Nine Hells. Things Scanlan wasn’t anywhere near, things which are definitely partially bullshit, but some of which ring startlingly true. Perhaps Keyleth wasn’t the only person doing a little scrying.
The last verse ends with a flourish, proclaiming how Vox Machina triumphed through the power of their bonds, the strength of a family working as one. Then amidst the raucous applause, he squeezes Kaylie’s hand and hops off the stage, leaving her considerable talents to finish the set alone. He makes his way over to the corner with a smile, an awkward and old and honest smile, to buy everyone a drink.
(”So, little elf girl,” he starts, and Vex immediately punts him down the table.)
Context: our group finally finds a tavern after two unsuccessful attempts to sleep on a mountainous path. Two of us decide to get some well deserved rest. The other two (half elf and dwarf) decide to go stare into the fireplace.
DM- *to the dwarf* “Roll a D20”
Dwarf- *rolls low*
DM- “right so the man sitting near the fire to the left of you accidentally throws his alcoholic beverage into the fire and starts a fire in the cavern”
HalfElf- I want to put some of it out with an ice spell
*he rolls and succeeds in putting a tile of fire out*
Dwarf- “I want to smother it with my body”
DM- “….alright? Roll me an athletics”
DM-“Oooookay. -dwarf- you throw yourself into the fire and roll over all of it until you put it out. Take fire damage and 100% burn”
Halfelf- “he’s extra crispy. Wait does that mean his beard is burnt off?”
Dwarf- *completely unconcerned with his third degree burns* “MY BEARD. NOOOOOOO”
30.12.16// 🌸 Now that I’m on break I’ve found myself a little lost without the routine and purpose uni provides, but I’m happy I have some time to think, breathe and be at ease. I dabbled in a spot of doodling this morning then treated myself to a nice little day out, during which I had lunch and bought some supplies to keep me company over the break. Along with the 1928749 other books in my room I’ve yet to read. I hope you’re all having a well-deserved rest before the new year kicks in!
THEME CHANGE !! All the admins of fyyoi wish you to spend warm holidays with your loved ones ! For those who still have exams, your well-deserved rest is coming near, so hang in there ! We hope you enjoy our new theme :D
This chapter made me “OH MY GOD” over and over again.
Let’s start with Larcade’s Magic. I almost expected his magic to be like that though, but god, It was fucking hilarious that this chapter revealed who’s virgin and who’s not :——) How old was Mavis again when she died? Does kissing count? I mean, why is she affected? Zeref seems to be affected too. So did they fuck or what? :-) Laxus is not a virgin. That’s expected. What I want to know is where is Mira and Is she affected too? :D Team Natsu aka Team-Virgin is not affected too.
Ps: Can my babies wake up now? I miss Juvia and Gray already. But oh well, they deserved to rest for now.
PS2: A panel of Gray and Juvia in pleasure…. please….but oh well.
I hope you’re doing okay. Try to get some sleep tonight, drink some water, take your meds, watch something funny, have some snacks, allow yourself to rest. You’re working hard, you’re doing well, you deserve to rest.