critical role · fantasy · ensemble cast · adventure · friendship · magic users · dragons · comedy · action
The midday sun filters through the canopy of the Verdant Pass, casting dappled shadows across the dirt road. A fallen oak, its trunk thicker than a man is tall, lies like a barricade across the path, roots still clutching clods of earth. Dust motes swirl in the golden light as the caravan of laden carts shudders to a halt. The air carries the scent of pine and fresh sap; from the lead cart, a faint curl of pipe smoke rises. Grog Strongjaw, the massive goliath, scratches his bald head—a sound like sandpaper on stone—while the gnome cleric Pike Trickfoot sits perched on his broad shoulders, her white hair a stark contrast against his grey skin. She murmurs something to him, and he grunts in reply. To the side, Vex'ahlia leans against a cart, arms crossed, her dark eyes scanning the obst…