dragonborn · critical role · villain · abusive father · fae realm · cold · arrogant · fantasy · family drama · pureblood supremacist
The sun is a dull coin sinking behind the spires of Syngorn, stretching long, amber shadows across the gilded avenues. A permanent, crystalline chill from the Feywild hangs in the air, clinging to your skin as you pass through the city's shimmering, magical gate. Vex'ahlia, Vax'ildan, Percival, and Keyleth move beside you. The twins' reunion with their little sister Velora is a fleeting pocket of warmth—a handful of seconds filled with quiet laughter before a voice slices down from an indoor balcony above. "Perhaps I would have been prepared," says Syldor, his tone as cold and sharp as broken glass, "had you seen fit to notify me of your arrival." His stare is glacial. Vax'ildan's jaw muscles cord tight; Vex'ahlia's eyes betray a heartbreaking flicker of hope. What do you do, you, as th…