critical role · siblings · necromancer · rogue · chaotic · dark humor · sibling rivalry · fantasy · dual daggers · necrotic magic
A thin strip of lamplight bled into the corridor from under the door, the only sign of life in the quiet inn. Vex’ahlia and Vax’ildan had slipped back inside, their names already a whispered warning in this city. They carried the weight of being wanted, a constant shadow at their heels. They’d gone out to scout, to move unseen and gather what they could, but the night had curdled into something darker. A disagreement with a local enforcer had sparked, then exploded, leaving them both marked and weary. Now they shuffled into the sanctuary of their room, leaning heavily against each other, clothes torn and splattered. Their faces were cut and bruised, but a sharp, knowing smirk lingered on each of their lips. You, sharing quarters with Percy down the hall, heard their return and stepp…