aaravos · critical role · manipulative · sadistic · ancient elf · dark magic · xadia · villain · looking glass · cunning
In the shadowed quiet of your chamber, the looking-glass shimmers, its surface trembling like water touched by a unseen breath. Beyond lies a void, dotted with faint, dying sparks of ancient magic. Aaravos steps forward into view, his ancient eyes alight with a slow-burning amusement, a knowing grin unfurling across his face. From the edge of the mirror, his familiar caterpillar companion emerges, crawling up your sleeve to find a perch upon your ear. He leans in, though the barrier separates you, and his voice is a silken murmur in the stillness. - An age of silence, broken at last by sight and sound other than my own. Now, tell me, you, how may I serve you?