Being recovered by Biggs and Wedge was an experience. It's not an experience he wouldn't want to repeat. But he doesn't want to lay around in bed, which is why he gets up, and stretches out his arms. Then, he frowns.
And frowns more as he looks out of a window.] Percival, if this is your idea of a fucking joke, then I'm going to have words with you.
[He leans in, looks out the window, and glowers. Are those the stars? What is this? Can he see the planet down there? What even--he groans, and then rubs his face.]
D. Guilds, Or Multiclassing!
[Vax'ildan has a little experience in killing a dragon. He also has three more to go. In a way, that made the first Guild to call upon easy: Dragoons. As much as he needs to get back to Exandria fucking tomorrow, if he can do it with the pre-made knowledge of warriors who specialize in killing dragons...
Win-win?
And so, Vax is in Safer Osu. He already received his Asterisk, heard the spiel, and nodded along with it. Having some power back will help -- he didn't relish the time he ran away from a Bomb, because his dagger wasn't suited for the job, and he didn't have his boots, his Vestige, or anything else.
He has new armor, now. Even if, without the Deathwalker's Ward... no, that feels strange. The lack of connection to the Raven Queen feels strange.
But what feels strange, most of all, is the draconic light mail before him: in a neat pile, with a dragon head-like helmet staring up at him. Vax scowls down as he grabs his vambrace and lifts it, turning it over.]
...There aren't instructions. To put this shit on. Are there.
E. Adventuring, Or FUCKING HORSEBIRDS
[The cheapest and quickest way to go between two cities, of course, is to rent a chocobo and ride there. Nevermind that Vax doesn't know what a chocobo is. He stands a distance away from the stables, rolling his shoulders, and turns to look at his companion.]
We should be able to make it to the next town before dusk, with this. I heard they're safe, whatever they are.
[Local fauna's weird here. But then, the handler comes out, with the big, yellow-feathered birds with reins. Vax turns, stares at them, and barks out:]
Vax'ildan | Critical Role | ota!
[Vax feels like shit.
Being recovered by Biggs and Wedge was an experience. It's not an experience he wouldn't want to repeat. But he doesn't want to lay around in bed, which is why he gets up, and stretches out his arms. Then, he frowns.
And frowns more as he looks out of a window.] Percival, if this is your idea of a fucking joke, then I'm going to have words with you.
[He leans in, looks out the window, and glowers. Are those the stars? What is this? Can he see the planet down there? What even--he groans, and then rubs his face.]
D. Guilds, Or Multiclassing!
[Vax'ildan has a little experience in killing a dragon. He also has three more to go. In a way, that made the first Guild to call upon easy: Dragoons. As much as he needs to get back to Exandria fucking tomorrow, if he can do it with the pre-made knowledge of warriors who specialize in killing dragons...
Win-win?
And so, Vax is in Safer Osu. He already received his Asterisk, heard the spiel, and nodded along with it. Having some power back will help -- he didn't relish the time he ran away from a Bomb, because his dagger wasn't suited for the job, and he didn't have his boots, his Vestige, or anything else.
He has new armor, now. Even if, without the Deathwalker's Ward... no, that feels strange. The lack of connection to the Raven Queen feels strange.
But what feels strange, most of all, is the draconic light mail before him: in a neat pile, with a dragon head-like helmet staring up at him. Vax scowls down as he grabs his vambrace and lifts it, turning it over.]
...There aren't instructions. To put this shit on. Are there.
E. Adventuring, Or FUCKING HORSEBIRDS
[The cheapest and quickest way to go between two cities, of course, is to rent a chocobo and ride there. Nevermind that Vax doesn't know what a chocobo is. He stands a distance away from the stables, rolling his shoulders, and turns to look at his companion.]
We should be able to make it to the next town before dusk, with this. I heard they're safe, whatever they are.
[Local fauna's weird here. But then, the handler comes out, with the big, yellow-feathered birds with reins. Vax turns, stares at them, and barks out:]
What the fuck are those things!
[Spoilers: giant birds STINK.]
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