#Vox Machina oc

[thetinyblossom]

🎭~ Luna the Jester (OC) Stimboard—

🪱~ Self Indulgent— For myself on @whitestonesjester

🎭~ With— Puppets, masks, sippy cups, pacifiers, moths and green stims

“Just call me Luna! Luna the Jester! No need for fancy stuff, Mister”

🐛~ Credits—

🐛/🎭/🐛

🎭/🐛/🎭

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[comradebestie]

tlovm oc revamp! no huge changes, he’s still the same silly little half tabaxi monk with religious trauma; but his colors go together better, he matches the style of the show a little closer, and his face anatomy makes a little more sense now!

[writingbylee]

hi hello i think it’s time that i actually introduce all of my OCs? because i truly have so many and i never actually talk about half of them. so below you will find all my OCs! along with short bullet point explanations of their characters. if they have an OC sheet, that’ll be linked— as well as any fic i have posted about them. i’ve also included links to my vibes page (@vibesforlee) where i’ve got tags for each of my OCs.

Fandoms Below Include: Star Wars, A Song of Ice and Fire, Percy Jackson, Marvel, Chronicles of Narnia, Critical Role, Avatar The Last Airbender, and Top Gun: Maverick

so uhhhh yeah i hope this is helpful for at least my own brain but also anyone else who is interested!

dividers by: @saradika-graphics

banners by: me

Lyra Amidala Naberrie

General Knowledge

Younger sister of Padme Amidala

Jedi Healer during the Clone Wars

Served as Medic General of the 104th Legion, Chief Medical Officer of the 104th Company known as the “Wolfpack”, and as Medic General of the 501st Legion

Fic: @abandoned-by-destiny

Vibes

House of the Dragon

Aemma Velaryon Targaryen

General Knowledge

Firstborn child to Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon, before Laenor’s premature death three years after the marriage

Older sister to Jacaerys Targaryen Strong, Lucerys Targaryen Strong, Joffrey Targaryen Strong, Viserys Targaryen Strong, and Visenya Targaryen Strong

Bonded to the dragon Vermithor

Vibes

Game of Thrones

Lyanna Stark

General Knowledge

Eldest child of Catelyn and Ned Stark (by approximately seven minutes)

Twin sister to Robb Stark; believed half-sister of Jon Snow; older sister to Sansa Stark, Arya Stark, Bran Stark, and Rickon Stark

bonded to a red and brown direwolf called Scarlet Shadow

Fic: screaming from a crypt

oc blog: @princess-lyanna-stark

Vibes

Ceara Murphy

General Knowledge

daughter of Neptune and Emma Murphy, a legacy of Fortuna and daughter of Irish immigrants living in Portland, Oregon

inherited the power from her father to start earthquakes, and eventually manipulate seismic waves into concentrated blasts

brought down Mount Othrys after helping Jason Grace kill the Titan Krios

one of the demigods of the prophecy of Nine

Vibes

Emmalee Miller

General Knowledge

inherits the spirit and powers of the mythical Scarlet Witch when Wanda Maximoff is killed during her torture and experimentation at The Raft prison

is brought in by SHIELD after her powers emerge, and is initially assumed to be an Inhuman— and is therefore recruited by Daisy Johnson to join her Secret Warriors

Vibes

Edme Pevensie (female!Edmund Pevensie)

General Knowledge

Younger sister to Peter and Simon Pevensie, older sister to Lucy Pevensie

gains the power to manipulate ice and water after being stabbed with the shattered wand of The White Witch during The First Battle of Beruna

is crowned as High Queen Edme the Just, alongside her siblings; High King Peter the Magnificent, King Simon the Gentle, and Queen Lucy the Valiant

returns to Narnia twice after The Golden Age, both times to assist Prince, later King, Caspian the Tenth

Fic: A Reminder

Vibes

Campaign 1: Vox Machina

Alythea Vance

General Knowledge

Level 1 Druid/Level 11 Cleric (Death Domain) when hired by Vox Machina

is hired by Vox Machina to be their temporary healer/cleric during their mission to Whitestone, after Pike Trickfoot leaves on her vision quest

helps liberate the town of people of Whitestone, and returns to Vox Machina after the arrival of the Chroma Conclave in Emon

Vibes

Campaign 2: Mighty Nein

Kara Dean

General Knowledge

Level 7 Bard (College of Valor) when she meets the Mighty Nein

is Captain Avantika’s first mate/navigator when the Mighty Nein meet up with Avantika after stealing The Mist in Nicodranus

betrays Avantika and helps the Mighty Nein steal her journal

leaves The Revelry and Darktow with the Mighty Nein after The Plank King kills Avantika

Vibes

Xia Beifong

General Knowledge

Older sister to Toph Beifong, and heir apparent to the Beifong fortune

a nonbender who has trained extensively in swordplay

assists her younger sister in escaping, both to the fighting ring and to leave with the Avatar

in retaliation, is essentially sold by her father into marriage to the much older Earth King in Ba Sing Se

Vibes

Major Taylor Gardner

General Knowledge

28 year old Marine pilot

first Marine to ever be allowed to attend Top Gun, and the youngest female aviator to ever win Top Gun

callsign “Wasp”; due to the fifth generation fighter, colloquially called a Stinger, that she stole while escaping the uranium enrichment plant after being undercover there for several weeks obtaining vital intel

fic: Hangman and The Wasp

Vibes

[spxcedreamer]

Travis the funny and trustworthy bard ✨

[About:]

Sinclair’s funny and trustworthy companion, Travis the bard. He’s the kind of fellow everyone needs in their life. Someone who can cheer them up by playing songs that will make you laugh, cry, yet enjoy all at the same time. But…What’s really behind the mask of this bard?

🌟

Tilted Table Spot’s kind and gentle bartender, Renato Greco 🍻

[About:]

Looking for the perfect spot to hang and spend time with friends? Head to Renato’s bar! He is happy to welcome his guests, providing them with delicious drinks and feasts! But there’s one thing that’s strange about this sweet and gentle man…What is it?

[whitestonesjester]

Does anyone know any good servers for critical role/vox machina RP?

Preferably one that accepts ocs

Pretty please and thank you!

[prettypeeling]

i need neeeed NEED somewhere to talk about my ocs so which one should i focus on first (listed in order of developed/content with)(there is a huge jump between bes and vox)

[metalmorphic]

hi!! i'm starting a fic blog, and i know what i want to write about but i wanna see what you guys want to read about so

[leticia246muniz]

Legends of Vox Machina Oc: Rosaline

Full name: Rosaline Everfree

Aliases:

• The Elf Flower Witch {by Judge Donovan}

• Beauty of Tal'Dorei {by the villagers}

• Lovely Maiden of Vox Machina{self-proclaimed}

Nicknames:

• Nice Lady {by tavern keeper}

• Rosa {by her friends}

• Line {by Pike}

• Toots {by Scalan}

• Darling {by Vex and Percy}

Race: Elf

Gender: Female

Class: Sorceress

Occupation:

• Gardener

• Member of Vox Machina

Affiliation: Vox Machina

Personality:compassionate,kind-hearted,sweet,loving,caring,polite,faithful,strong-willed,optimistic,innocent,naive,sensitive,emotional,sophisticated,elegant,graceful,angelic,shy,meek,romantic,helpful,peaceful.

Alignment: Good

Status: Alive

Likes:

flowers,gardening,tea,romance,animals,helping others,teamwork,friendship,positivity,good,singing,protecting her loved ones,pastries,gentlemen,cooking and baking.

Dislikes:

being alone,scary things,perverts,her friends fighting each other or seeing her cry,flowers being mistreated,arrogance,greedy people,swearing,witch trials,rudeness,dragons.

Voiced by Patricia Summersett.

[unholywriter]

wip

[superspookyjanelle]

UPCOMING FIC; 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

fandom; vox machina

TAGGING: @witchofinterest @fiercefray @sweetenemyfire @eddysocs @nikolai-lantsv @arrthurpendragon @waterloou @villanele @bookstorebunny @roseygirl203 @valdrinors

[peantbutter-honeycombs]

Warnings: This story explores grief in a tangible way. These are children. This is a mother and a leader who has lost her chance to be a wife. Please take care and caution when reading.

Relationships: Keyleth/Vax'ildan (Critical Role), Keyleth & Original Child Character(s), Keyleth & Vex'ahlia (Critical Role)

Keyleth will never stop loving Vax'ildan. Nor will she stop loving his adopted children, Fia and Talric. Now that he's left the mortal plane, however, she struggles with her role as mother without him. The children learn to mourn their father, as she learns to mourn alongside them. Together, they learn to rely on each other as a family… and also, that their beloved Vax is never as far away as he might appear.

Written in collaboration with the incredibly kind RottenKidNextDoor (PortalofWords)

[tiefling-anarchy]

About

Name: Siofra "Fray" Leiptera pronounciation: "Sho-fra" "Ley-pt-erah"

Age: 24

Race: Papiliara (homebrew)

Gender: Genderfluid

Pronouns: any/all (he/she/they/it + neos)

Sexuality/orientations: unlabelled

Relationship Status: single

Partner: n/a

Class: Paladin

Birthday: Feb 06th

BASIC DESCRIPTION;

a very pale and soft looking person, comes off and gentle, quiet and cold or shy, maybe distant at times but is quite a bit agressive when they want to be.

wings flat against their back almost

looking like shes got a cape or cloak on.

he tends to blurt out whats on his mind otherwise fae stay quiet.

likes to stare at the moon and eat sweets.

PERSONALITY;

quiet, soft spoken normally but does have a temper. they are loyal, a bit brash, insightful and tend to be a closed off kind of person.

ABOUT;

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STATS;

D&D style, out of 20 for greater variation.

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STRENGTH

18/20

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DEXTERITY

13/20

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CONSTITUTION

17/20

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INTELLIGENCE

11/20

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WISDOM

14/20

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CHARISMA

8/20

SKILLS;

also dnd style- choose 4-6 from the following list:

Acrobatics / Athletics / Insight / Intimidation / Slight of Hand / Survival

EQUIPMENT;

leather armor, glaive, two handaxes, dungeoneer's pack.

OTHER PROFICIENCIES/LANGUAGE;

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melee weapons, specifically polearm style. their fighting style is similar to Naginatajutsu. they know common, sylvan/elvish, and papial.

ALIGNMENT;

neutral/neutral

BACKSTORY;

years ago, Siofra was separated from their people after everyone fled from the current settlement due to an attack, they've been trying to find where their people had migrated to. during the attack they, along with other young papiliara, were taken. they'd grown up as a weapon, killing and hunting people down until, upon learning her people were hunted and had their wings(if they had any) ripped from them, they finally had enough, snapped, and used their glaive against their captors. Fray's time working for them earned him names such as "The White Death" or "the Ghost". she's been trying to avoid this large part of her past and find what remained of her people and where they'd fled to but with the fact that her people migrate during season's changing its been difficult for them.

RELATIONSHIPS;

vox: friends/acquaintances with the group, travels with them but isnt particularly close with any of them at first.

APPEARANCE;

hair: white/grey

eyes: black

skin: tan

height: 5'8

fray has white, near-translucent wings that rest against their back almost resembling a cloak without the hood and is often mistaken for such, at least at first glance. they have a natural sort of fluff around their collar/lower neck and small "fuzzy" antennae-looking things growing from the top of their forehead similar to where horns might be for other races. Siofra's ears are pointed rather than rounded like a human's however they arent long like an elf's. his eyes are completely black similar to a Tiefling's eyes. fae keep faer hair in a braided style, the sides partially shaved, the colour is naturally white with grey undertones. unbraided the length nearly reaches their waist, braided it reaches the small of their back. their skin is a very light tan, a contrast against the rest of their white colour palette. they have an athletic and androgynous build.

outfits: colour palette is typically white, grey, brown/tan. following images resemble their style

[comradebestie]

he <3

[theavengerfairy]

Tales of a Wildflower: A Wildflower in the Woods (Pt. 1)

"Remind me why we have to forage food again?" Scanlan griped as he stumbled over the umpteenth gnarled tree root in his path, arms waving wildly as he struggled to regain his balance before he could faceplant into the softish but still entirely unappealing dirt below.

Vax'ildan shot Pike an exasperated look, "Remind me again why we didn't just leave him back at the camp with Grog?"

"Because the last time those two were put in charge of the campsite, they managed to light everything on fire—including the nearby pond." Though she tried her best to mask her own annoyance, some of it still crept through in Pike's voice as she carefully surveyed their surroundings for anything that looked edible.

"Riiiight, I remember now." Vax muttered, his eyes briefly flitting up to the leafy canopy overhead as he silently cursed his sister for snagging Percy and Keyleth for her foraging party. "Still don't know how they managed that."

"Well as much as I would love to share the story, what happened that night stays in that night." A cheeky grin stretched across Scanlan's face, but a moment later, it had already disappeared as he resumed his rant, "Seriously though, I know we're broke and all, but why do we have to go scrounging through the forest for some grub? Can't Keyleth just use a berry-growing spell or something like that-"

Scanlan's words dissolved into an incomprehensible yelp as Vax lunged at him without warning, grasping the gnome by the ankle just as he was lowering his foot.

"Keyleth learning a berry-growing spell later doesn't help us now, so why don't you shut your trap and start paying a bit more attention to your surroundings?" As he spoke, the rogue glanced up briefly at the bard's face before shifting his attention back to the small bag that sat innocently on the ground in the shadowy cover of the gnome's still hovering foot and a nearby bush. His free hand already at his belt, Vax'ildan unsheathed one of his daggers and cautiously prodded the small drawstring pouch with the very tip of the blade, his tensed muscles already buzzing with building energy that would send him flying backwards faster than one of Percy's bullets if the need presented itself. However, as the point of the dagger probed the bag, it only emitted a soft, crisp clinking sound as its contents shifted about.

In that moment, Scanlan's entire face lit up brighter than the morning sun, and Pike could've sworn she saw a tear welling in the corner of his eye.

"I know that sound! Oh and what a sweet, beautiful sound it is!" the bard sang with pure elation, his hand already reaching for the coin purse. "Forget nuts and berries! Tonight, we eat like kings-"

Acting again with inhuman swiftness, Vax flipped his dagger around before slamming the hilt against the back of Scanlan's hand, prompting the gnome to yelp again as he sharply withdrew it after pulling his foot free from the rogue's grip.

"Use your head a little, Scanlan." he chided, shrugging off the glare the bard shot at him. "A bag of coin just sitting in the middle of the woods? This has 'trap' written all over it."

"And even if it's just a purse, it's not ours to take." Pike cut in pointedly, giving both of her party members a stern look. "Someone probably lost it while traveling through here; they might be looking for it right now."

"Oooor-" Scanlan cut in with a singsong tone, "-and just go with me on this, you both are overthinking things and not seeing this for what it actually is."

Vax'ildan raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Oh really? Perhaps you would care to enlighten us then?"

"Why, it's a blessing from the gods above, of course!" the bard trilled, gesturing showily to the sky as he lifted a beaming face of superficial adoration to the heavens above. "I mean, think about it. Anybody could've found this pouch out here, but who discovered it? Hungry, battered and bruised, down-on-our-luck us. I'd say we've earned a little charity, and whoever this pouch used to belong to has learned a valuable lesson today about keeping better track of their belongings."

Her arms folding over her armored chest, Pike continued to frown at the little bag while trying to ignore the dull aching in her stomach. "It still feels wrong to just take it without even trying to return it first."

Also still eying the pouch with an air of suspicion, Vax cautiously prodded it a few more times with the tip of his dagger, achieving the same results as before. "Our chances at finding the owner are very slim though, and if we don't take it, someone else surely will."

The rogue lifted his gaze to meet the cleric's, carefully deciphering the mixture of emotions that swirled in her pale blue eyes until she turned her head from him. This hesitation and guilt went deeper than pocketing funds that weren't inherently their own, but judging by her demeanor, she was not yet comfortable with broaching this greater dilemma just yet. He could understand and respect that. Even so, they ultimately still had a choice to make, and he had a feeling that if they didn't decide soon as a group, Scanlan would make the decision for them.

"Pickle, this isn't going to do anyone any good just sitting out here in the dirt." the rogue crooned gently, tilting his head slightly to one side as he tried to catch Pike's eye once more, "We could put it to good use. There's still a dragon we promised to fight, and facing it with empty bellies and low spirits won't do us any favors."

Though she didn't want to admit it, Pike knew he was right, and after a lengthy pause, the quiet sigh that slipped from her lips as her arms dropped back to her sides told her companions that she had relented. Grinning from ear to pointed ear, Scanlan hastily snatched up the coin purse and gave it a little shake so the sweet singing of the clanking coins could grace his ears once more.

"Now, lets see what we're working with here-"

Hardly had Scanlan's fingers brushed along the leather cord sealing the little bag when a deafening crash like thunder pounded against the group's ears, the earth shuddering ever so slightly beneath their feet. Fear stealing through each of their hearts as their minds were flooded with fleeting images of muted blue scales and gleaming white fangs that could easily bite any of them in half, Vax'ildan instinctively grabbed hold of both gnomes and darted beneath a small overhang tucked against a slope not too far from them, seemingly a den long since abandoned by whatever had created it. Peeking his head out only as far as was necessary in order to get a clear view, the rogue carefully scoured the sky for even the faintest hint of a foreboding shadow, but not even a stray stormcloud flitted across his vision as the pockets of light blue winked at him through the leafy canopy overhead.

"I don't see anything-"

At that moment, another booming rumble, louder than the first, pulsed through the air accompanied by a stronger tremor that sent a little cloud of loose dirt raining down on the three adventurers from the little hollow's ceiling. Vax swiftly ducked his head back beneath the overhang as Pike tightly gripped her holy symbol, muttering a silent prayer under her breath.

"Okay, that was definitely closer this time! What do we do?!" Scanlan whispered while pressing his back as flat as he could against the dirt wall behind him.

Pike nervously massaged her holy symbol between her thumb and forefinger, yearning for a hint of warmth or some other sign that her goddess had heard her. "Maybe it's something other than the dragon?"

"With our luck? Yeah right." Scanlan grumbled.

"Both of you, pipe down!" Vax hissed, still lurking along the edge of the little hollow as he strained to listen. Though the dull ringing from the thunder created some interference, his ears eventually detected the rustling of leaves combined with the shallow, rapid panting of something moving quickly in their direction. From what he could tell, the source was hardly large enough to be a dragon. Could it be someone else was out there with whatever had made that noise? What if it was one of their friends? What if it was Vex?

As the snapping of disturbed underbrush rang out from just beyond the mouth of the overhang and a vaguely humanoid shape darted into view, Vax sprang forward and clamped down on their wrist without a second thought, urged forward by the dribbles of icy fear that had leaked into his veins. However, rather than familiar hazel eyes, he found himself gazing into wide, pale blue ones framed by thick, dark brown bangs and the embroidered edge of a dark gray hood. At first, fright danced across the woman's face as she was jerked back towards him, but after a split second, a small spark of fire managed to shine through. As she raised her free hand, faint wisps of pale bluish silver light curled and weaved around her fingers before coalescing into bolts of crackling turquoise energy in her palm, which she slammed into the rogue's chest before he could react. Grunting in surprise and pain as the pulse of lightning coursed through him, Vax's grip on the woman slackened, enabling her to wrench free as he fell back. Not even sparing a glance behind her, she whirled around on her heels ready to sprint off, but she had barely taken a few steps before Scanlan's dulcet voice pierced the air.

"Hey, where you think you're going, baby?" he belted, magical energy dancing around his own fingertips now. "Scanlan's Hand!"

In a flash of brilliant purplish light, the phantasmal hand materialized directly in the woman's path, leading her to barrel right into its grasp. Large, translucent fingers curling snugly around her, the woman squirmed and writhed to no avail as she was raised aloft, her feet flailing helplessly a couple feet above the forest floor.

"...Well, this is a shocking new development." Scanlan chirped, earning himself a sharp jab in the ribs courtesy of Pike's elbow.

A long, pained groan slipped from Vax's lips as he slowly staggered back to his feet, his body and the air around him still buzzing with residual electricity. Shifting his attention to his attacker, he observed the ornate staff she had accidentally dropped upon being snatched up by Scanlan before trailing his gaze up her form, making note of the sheathed dagger strapped to her thigh and the medium-sized satchel hanging at her side. Upon reaching her face, he could practically picture the gears of her mind turning as he watched her eyes dart about, analyzing as much as she could while she tried to calculate some solution for her current situation. However, the minute he reached for her staff, her attention snapped in his direction, icy blue eyes now fixed unwaveringly on him and him alone.

"Before you try anything else-" Vax stated just as the woman's lips parted, tongue already poised to spin another spell, "-keep in mind that there's three of us and only one of you."

"Is that supposed to frighten me? I'm not scared of you." she hissed in reply, the slight quiver of her voice undermining her words somewhat. "I won't let you drag me back there!"

Pike's brow furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say there's been some kind of misunderstanding." Scanlan remarked.

"You were waiting in the shadows and tried to grab me! What's there to misunderstand?" the woman fired back, still straining against the vice-like grip of the massive magical hand to no avail.

Scanlan shot a glance in Vax's direction. "...Okay, she kinda has a fair point."

Vax was about to reply, but the words on his lips vanished as the crackling of more disturbed underbrush somehow managed to overpower the faint ringing that still echoed in his ears. The slight shift in his expression was all the indication that the woman needed, and as those familiar silvery wisps of light danced across her fingers once more, Scanlan's spell combusted at the flicking of her wrist. The second her heels hit the soft earth after a brief freefall, she dove for her staff, but before the straining fingers of her outstretched hand could caress the cool metal of the shaft, a long, slender blur stole across her vision and a stinging pain shot through her palm. Yanking her hand back to tuck it protectively against her chest, she stared warily at the arrow that had just sliced a deep gash into the curve of her thumb and forefinger. Had its trajectory been even slightly off, it would've either pierced clean through the back of her hand or missed completely. The arrowhead just nicking her wasn't mere coincidence or luck; it was a warning.

Not a second later, two more blurs tore through the air, a pained yelp springing from Scanlan as one of the arrows struck his shoulder while the other slashed at the back of Vax's knee. All eyes snapped in the general direction from which the projectiles had come, and after carefully scouring the foliage, they spotted their assailant tucked up in a tree. The aarakocra archer already had another arrow nocked and trained on the woman, his golden eyes locked on her in an unblinking stare. Even more troubling, however, was the fact that he was not alone on the branch. On his left crouched a halfling while a kenku loomed on his right, both of which were also watching the group very closely.

Glimpsing some movement in his peripheral vision, Vax lowered his gaze to the space just beneath the tree and found multiple pairs of eyes staring back at him. He noticed the hulking minotaur first, followed by a half-orc, a human, and finally an elf. Seeming to gather than they had been spotted, the elf smirked and took a few steps forward with his comrades following not far behind, catching the attention of Pike, Scanlan, and the woman. At the sight of them, the girl's expression immediately hardened and her eyes darted briefly to her staff again, her mind racing.

"Hey guys, I think I know why Sparky here was running." Scanlan called out, wincing from the pain in his shoulder as he shifted his hand to hover over the strings of his lute again before adding, "Man, our luck really fricking sucks."

[wakandan-flowerz]

Enter Neoma

A/N: This is the first fic I wrote for my Vox Machina OC. I fell in love with the show last year. I had been working on this privately and finally thought I’d share. I hope y’all like it!

Also like my old fics, this centers around a black woman

CW: Violence, cursing, character death

Grog obnoxiously yawned as the party walked through the woods on a cool night. “Are we there yet?” he groaned.

“Obviously not.” Vax said as they kept walking. “Are we even going in the right direction?”

“Of course, we are…” Scanlan said, sounding skeptical of himself as he rotates the map.

“Why did we even let him navigate us?” Percy grumbled.

“I know where we’re going! We should be almost there.” Scanlan said.

“You said that so long ago.” Pike said. “Let me see the map.”

“No way!” Scanlan said, holding his hand out to keep her away.

“Give it here, Scanlan.” Vex sighed, reaching for the map. 

“Get back, all of you.” Scanlan said, backing away. He gasped as he tripped over a root of a tree and tumbled down a hill.

“Can we leave him?” Vax sighed. 

Vex shook her head and motioned for the group to come along. The group made it safely down the hill with Grog choosing to log roll down. They saw Scanlan laying on the ground, staring off into the distance.

“Are you peeing laying down again?” Grog asked, crawling over.

Scanlan shushed them and motioned for them to get down. The group looked at each other in confusion. “What are you looking at?” Pike asked.

“Ssssh. I’m trying to enjoy the show.” Scanlan said. Percy rolled his eyes and kneeled with Scanlan, looking in the same direction.

“What is it?” Vex asked. Percy pushed his glasses up to see a dark-skinned woman kneeling on a rug with her hands on her knees, mouthing an incantation. She faced the moon, almost a smile on her face. 

“A woman, praying.” Percy said.

“I hope she’s praying for a hunk, because I’m about to answer those prayers.” Scanlan said, his mouth spreading into a grin.

“Scanlan!” Pike scolded.

“Wait, hush. You hear that?” Keyleth whispered, clutching her staff. The group stood, attentive as they heard loud footsteps. They watched as a giant in the distance walked toward the woman. 

“We should help her.” Vax said. 

“Against a giant?!” Keyleth said.

“She could need help.” Percy said, pulling his gun from his holster. The group ran down just as the giant came upon the woman. She looked up at him as he growled at her. The woman stood from her rug, reaching for her sword. 

“Is she about to fight him?” Pike exclaimed.

“Looks like it.” Vax said. They watched as the giant was about to swing it’s club at her, only for the woman to dodge it, rolling out of the way. She sprinted, moving her sword to her left hand. The giant turned, searching for her. He grunted in confusion as she ghosted behind him. The woman sliced at his Achilles’, cutting through with her sword like butter. The giant yelled as he was forced to kneel. 

“Looks like she’s got it, maybe…” Vex said, shrugging. When the giant reached for her, she ran up his arm, letting out a war cry and slashing the side of his neck. The giant fell to the ground, bleeding out. The woman slid off the giant’s bald head and dusted herself off. She sighed and returned to her things, but froze as she noticed the party staring at her. The woman snarled, flicking the blood off her blade and dropping her foot back to prepare to fight again.

“No, wait hold on!” Vex said, holding her hands out. “We were actually coming to help, but looks like you got him.” She laughed nervously. 

The woman’s face softened and she cracked a smile. “Ah, yes. I guess I did.” she said.

“Who are you?” Keyleth said.

“Oh, I’m Neoma…” the woman said. 

“Are you from the Inyangi tribe?” Percy asked.

Neoma cocked her head to the side. “I am. You know about us?” she asked.

“Iyanba?” Grog asked.

“Inyangi. A tribe of people who follow the Moon Goddess, Inyanga Ephezulu. But, they aren’t known to stray far from their own.” Pike said.

“Are you lost?” Vex asked.

“No, just wandering. Are you lost?” Neoma asked, curiously.

“No, we’re on our way to the town of C’Alto.” Scanlan said.

“Then you are lost, I fear. I just came from there, it’s that way.” Neoma said, pointing her sword in the opposite direction causing Keyleth to flinch. 

“Damn it, Scanlan!” Percy said. 

“Give me this!” Vax growled, snatching the map from him.

“I can take you back there if you like.” Neoma said, shrugging.

“Please, if you will.” Vex sighed.

Neoma nodded, smiling. She gathered her things, tucking her sword in the holster behind your back. She led the group through the forest, taking them to the city. “So Inyangis don’t stray? Why are you out here?” Vex asked.

“As I said, I’m wandering. We don’t usually get to see the outside world, so I left.” Neoma said.

“And your people were okay with that?” Percy asked. “From what I learned, your tribe is tight-knit. Only higher members of your society go through pilgrimages. And you don’t look like…”

“My mother and father were leaders of our tribe before they disappeared.” Neoma answered, solemnly.

“Oh, we’re sorry.” Keyleth said.

Neoma shrugged as she kept walking. “It’s been a few years. We still have hope they’ll return. Truthfully, I hope to find them.”

“So, uh…you got a boyfriend back home?” Scanlan asked, scurrying up to get next to Neoma.

Her brows furrowed. “No…” 

“So you’re available? Sweet.” Scanlan chuckled.

“No. I am not.” Neoma said. “Well, not for you anyway.” 

“What?” He said, raising an eyebrow.

“Us Inyangi choose partners and lovers based on physical and mental abilities. You got your group lost so I can’t say we’d make a match.” she said with a grimace.

“Now that’s just ableist.” Scanlan said, crossing his arms.

“Why? Because you’re dumb.” Vax joked. The group chuckled, following Neoma. An hour later, the woman walked the group through the gates of the city. “Finally.” Vax said.

“God, we can finally rest.” Keyleth sighed.

“We can finally drink!” Grog exclaimed.

“Easy big man!” Vax said.

“Neoma, you know the town…could you put us in the direction of a tavern?” Vex asked. “Join us for a drink as thanks?”

“Sure.” she said, waving them along. Neoma led them to a western corner of the town and walked them into the tavern. Neoma sat with the group, laughing at Grog and Scanlan. 

“So where were you headed when we came across you?” Percy asked.

“Wherever I want, really.” Neoma shrugged, running a finger over the rim of her mug. “Sometimes people need help here and there, other times I’m just wandering.” 

“So your tribe just let you leave?” Percy asked.

Neoma chuckled. “I didn’t really ask their opinions before I left. They all had their ideas and we closed ranks once my parents didn’t return. One night, I just packed up, left a note, and went on my way.”

“Do you plan on going back?” Percy asked.

Neoma sighed. “I should, I’m supposed to…seeing as I’m next in line to lead. You? Where are you from?” 

Percy sighed. “Whitestone…”

“I remember hearing about Whitestone. It was tragic what happened…” Neoma said, looking into Percy’s eyes. She felt a deep sense of grief in Percy. She studied the way his eyes dropped into his glass. “How young were you? When it all happened?”

Percy sighed. “Young enough that the nightmares don’t stop.”

Neoma nodded. “I understand.” An obnoxious laugh from outside and the ring of the bell pulled attention toward the door. The door swung open with a half-elf woman walking in with another crew of people. 

“A round for me and my friends!” the woman called out, waving her hand in the air. “Chop chop!”

Neoma looked at her wrist and her eyes widened. “No…”

“Something wrong?” Percy said, watching her stand up. Neoma shuddered, her breath staggered. Her eyes fixated on her wrist, the glint of the thick silver bands with a scripture on them. Her face twisted in agony and confusion.

“Neoma?” Vex asked, looking up at her. She as well as Percy looked in the direction that Neoma was. Entranced, Neoma stalked over to the woman, her steps heavy enough to break the wood of the floor. She stood behind the woman, her body rigid. 

“Can I help you, darling?” the half-elf woman chuckled.

“The wristlet…give it to me.” she said in a dark tone.

The woman chuckled along with her party. “Excuse me?”

“Take it off and give it to me…or I pull it off your corpse.” Neoma growled.

“Whoa, hey!” Vax chuckled. “Let’s not do this…” He put a hand on her shoulder. Pike stood up as did the others, rallying behind her.

“The wristlet…now.” she growled. The half-elf woman’s mouth stretched into a wicked grin. 

“Or what?” The woman said, reaching behind your back.

“Your options were already given. Choose now.” Neoma snarled.

“Neoma, dear. Let’s not do this.” Vex said, noticing other patrons looking on and glaring.

“You better listen to your friends, sweetheart. You don’t want a scuffle with me.” the woman chuckled.

“I’m going to paint the walls with your blood.” Neoma said as she reached for a gold cylinder on her hip.

“Hey!” the bartender yelled. “You get your arses out of here! No fighting in my bar!”

“Sir, please.” Percy said.

“Out, I said! Out!” the bartender said. “Or else…” the bartender stood up, his head nearly touching the ceiling. Scanlan audibly gulped.

“Yeah, let’s leave.” Scanlan said, nervously.

The half-elf woman snapped her fingers prompting her party to stand. She pointed towards the door, signaling them to leave. “Let’s go. I wouldn’t want to drink around dark trash anyway.” 

Neoma’s mouth stretched into a snarl as she started to lunge for the woman. Vax, Vex, and Percy reached holding Neoma back, struggling as she pulled against them. “Grog, help!”

“Huh? Oh!” Grog said. He wrapped his arms around them, lifting them up. 

“That’s not what we meant.” Vex said.

“Put me down!” Neoma yelled.

“You lot! Out! Go!” the bartender growled.

Grog carried Vex, Vax, Percy, and Grog out the door of the bar, followed by Scanlan, Keyleth, and Pike. He dropped them on the ground with Neoma landing on her feet and breaking out in a near sprint as they watched the other group disappearing in the dark edge of town. Percy grabbed her belt and yanked her back. “Let go of me, they are getting away!” 

“Neoma, stop!” Percy said.

“I said, get off!” Neoma said, spinning around and pushing Percy back. “Stay out of the way!”

“What’s with the gaudy bracelet anyway?” Scanlan growled.

“How dare you?!” Neoma growled at him.

“Neoma, please! Help us understand. Why were you so fixated on the wristlet?” Pike said.

“It was my mother’s!” Neoma cried. Her face contorted in pain as her eyes began to sting. “My mother…she always had that wristlet. It’s been in my family for generations…it belonged to our Goddess. It’s made from the same mineral as my tools. My mother was never without it, never! She never took it off, not even to bathe. It belonged to her, our family!”

“But if that woman is wearing it then…” Keyleth said, solemnly. The party looked at each other in despair, the night air turning cold. They looked back at Neoma whose eyes stared at the ground, teary, and her shoulders shaking.

“Neoma…I’m sorry.” Pike said.

“I’m going to get it back.” Neoma said as she turned away from them and started in the direction the group left in.

“Let us help you!” Vax said. 

“What?” Neoma said, turning to look at them in irritation.

“We can help. Let us return the favor for you bringing us to town.” Vax said.

“Taking on a group of vandals in exchange for being a tour guide doesn’t seem equal.” Scanlan said. Vex flicked his ear and gave him a scolding grimace. “But, sure yeah let’s do it.”

“You don’t have to do that.” Neoma said. “This has nothing to do with you.”

“It’d be wrong to let you go off alone. Not that you can’t handle yourself, but you helped us. We can help you.” Percy said, offering his hand to her. Neoma’s brow furrowed. She looked down at his gloved hand and back into his eyes. Her face softened from his sincerity. 

“Very well.” she said. “Let’s make haste though.”

With Vax tracking the party, the group came upon the vandals’ hideaway deep in the forest. It appeared to be a cave on the side of a small hill. “How do we know there’s no booby traps?” Scanlan asked.

Vax tossed a throwing knife at the entrance of the cave. A wire snapped causing a large log to swing through the trees in front of the entrance. “What’re the chances it’s the only one?” Pike asked.

“We could send the big guy. He looks sturdy enough.” Neoma said.

“Hey, I’m not turdy!” Grog whined.

“That’s not…nevermind.” Vex said.

The party made it past other traps and through the entrance of the cave. Pike and Keyleth led the way, shining light around the cave. Neoma walked shoulders tight and footsteps light. The group froze in their tracks at the sound of laughter and clattering. Neoma pulled the cylinder from her side and began to crouch and stalk to the source of the sound. Vex followed behind her with her bow and arrow ready. Neoma stuck to one side of the cave while Vex stuck to the other. They both spied two of the vandals. Vex made the first move, tucking the arrow back into her quiver and sneaking behind one vandal to strangle him. Neoma took the next assailant, the cylinder turning into a spear, knocking him unconscious as she swung the heavy handle at him. 

“Whoa, that’s…a lot.” Vax said. Neoma collapsed the spear and shrugged. 

“We need to keep going.” Neoma said. They carefully crept through the cave coming across a cot and chests of gold and other stolen goods.

“Jackpot!” Grog said. He was hushed by Pike as the others searched through the crates. 

“I mean, come on. We might as well make a killing off them.” Scanlan said, picking up a diamond necklace.

“Take what you want…I’m only here for what’s mine.” Neoma said, moving an arch covering and going still. “Sssh.”

The party froze and gathered at the arch. They heard the boisterous laugh of the female half-elf. She stepped into view, tossing a chalice. “I didn’t think we’d get so much off those last lads.”

“Think we should rob the idiots from the bar?” She chuckled.

“No, they’re too witless…that girl though. Seemed familiar.” the woman said.

“Seemed to be really into that wristlet of yours.” the other vandal said.

“Mmm, it looks to be more valuable than I realized…” she said.

“More than you know…” Neoma growled, walking through the arch.

“Oh look!” the woman chuckled. “The dark trash.”

“By the time, we’re finished with you, you’ll be less than trash.” Percy said.

“That one wasn’t very good.” Vex said.

“Not the point…” Percy whispered.

“You don’t want it with me, dear.” the woman said, pulling out a long blade.

“I told you that either you give me the wristlet or I take it.” Neoma said, pulling her sword.

“Come get it.” the half-elf woman snarled.

“Come along men!” the other vandal called out, prompting others to rush the group. 

Neoma made the first swing with her sword. The half-elf woman dodged and ran off. Neoma gave chase at full sprint. She pulled her spear, elongating both ends and throwing it in her direction. The elf woman gasped as the spear plunged into the cave wall, tripping over herself. She turned back to look at Neoma who lifted her sword and swung in her direction. The blade landed near her head, slicing through the rock. The half-elf kicked in her stomach, knocking Neoma back. She chuckled. “Maybe, I should take your sword to match my jewelry.” The woman stood, trying to pull her sword from the rock. Neoma stood, grabbing the woman’s hair and throwing her into the wall. Her hands wrapped around her neck, squeezing. The woman reached for an empty bottle, smashing it over Neoma’s head. She fell to the side, letting the woman go. The woman picked up her blade and ran down the hall. Neoma growled, gritting her teeth. She sprinted after the woman at an ungodly pace, throwing her spear in her direction.

Vax kicked the last assailant back. “Should we find Neoma?”

“Would she really even need our help?” Keyleth said. A scream rang out through the cave. The party rushed down the hall, sprinting in the direction that Neoma took. 

The woman staggered back, holding her ribs and coughing blood. She weakly held her blade up to defend herself as Neoma stalked closer, holding both the sword and spear. Her tattoos began to glow as did her eyes. She began to speak in a language unknown, causing the engravings in her sword to glow. “Wait, please…” the woman pleaded.

“Beg your gods when I send you to them.” Neoma said, her voice deep and echoing. She swung her sword, colliding with the half-elf’s blade. She thrust her spear into her thigh, causing her to scream out. The point of it, piercing flesh and splintering the bone. Neoma headbutted her, knocking her back into the wall of the cave. Her eyes shined brighter as she lifted her palm. The woman groaned as her wrist lifted. The bangle began to ring and the scripture began to glow. Neoma stretched out her wrist, letting the wristlet come to her. He slid on her wrist perfectly and began to hum. 

“You got what you want…let me live.” the woman said. “Take the loot, if you want. Just leave me.”

Neoma’s eyes continued to glow, she stood unphased. She lifted her sword and came down with a single swipe. The sound of the woman’s skull splitting echoed off the walls. The woman let out a single gargle then a whispery sigh. Neoma turned to look back at the members of Vox Machina. The glow of her skin and eyes darkened, and her shoulders dropped after yanking her sword from the now corpse. 

“Got yours?” Percy asked.

“Yeah.” Neoma said, flicking her sword to remove the blood and matter. She slipped her sword into the sheath on her back. She pulled her spear and collapsed it, tucking it back to her side. She glared at her wrist with a soft, yet sad smile. Once out of the cave, Vox Machina and their guest convened. 

“So you got your mother’s jewelry back.” Vex said.

“It’s more than jewelry. It’s a piece of our Goddess, our culture.” Neoma said. “It’s one of the last pieces of my parents…”

“You aren’t going to go looking for answers?” Percy asked.

“In my culture, we learn to accept what’s made clear. We don’t dwell in uncertainty.” Neoma said. “I may never know what exactly happened to my parents. When you found me, that was probably the millionth time I prayed to Inyanga for answers, for clarity. This may not be the answer I want…but this allows me to grieve, in the best way I can.”

“I’m sure it’s not going to be easy.” Vax said.

“No, it won’t…but no journey Inyanga ever gives is, which makes it all the more meaningful. I truly thank you all. You had no reason to help me and yet you did. If you ever need a favor and we cross paths again…” Neoma started.

“Actually…” Percy said. The rest of the crew turned to him, curiously. “Why don’t you come along with us? You aren’t going back home anytime soon. And while things can get a bit crowded…we could use another person.”

“Oh?” Neoma said.

“I mean, you can clearly hold your own and whatever magic you have could be great in a pinch. Why not?” Vex said.

“As long as you can drink!” Grog exclaimed.

“Hey, what’s the harm in adding another member to the crazy crew?” Vax said.

“It would be kind of nice.” Keyleth said.

“Everlight welcomes all, so why not?” Pike said.

Neoma studied their faces, the waves of sincerity caused a smile to etch onto her face. The wind blew, but instead of the night’s chill a warmth ran up her spine. She turned to the moon, a soft hum in her ears. She glanced down at her wristlet and smiled. Before they came across her, Neoma prayed for guidance. The fact that this group led her to find her mother’s wristlet told her what she needed. 

“Sure, where are we going next?” Neoma asked.

Fin

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