#ludwig de rolo

[essayofthoughts]

wolf siblings AU!! what do the sibs generally think of the other members of VM? who's their fave?

For the most part they like them! Vesper and Whitney don't particularly care for Scanlan's jokes (and seeing more obviously the effect those kinds of jokes have on his sisters when they can't do anything about it prompts Julius to rethink some of his scoundrel history) but everyone likes his music.

Whitney has a soft spot for both Vax and Keyleth, especially Keyleth because if she follows Keyleth around while she's foraging or gardening Keyleth will talk to her about what she's doing and for Whitney that almost feels like being a human again.

Cass and Oliver love Grog - he's so big and strong and they get to play fight with him to their heart's content when Julius gets tired of them. They also love Vax because of the shared chaotic little shit instinct.

Ludwig likes Keyleth, Pike and Vex. He liked Tiberius well enough for a while, enjoyed sitting with him while he enchanted things, but got snappy with him when he started getting more self-centered especially once the Briarwoods had visited. He likes being able to sit quietly with people though - while Keyleth gardens, while Pike tends her chapel, while Vex does the accounts. It's not always safe to be in Percy's lab, so having other options is nice. Plus Vex knows how to groom them, so they've all got a soft spot for her.

Vesper's favourite is Percy. Honestly, Vesper being a wolf is the first time Percy twigs that he is Vesper's favourite of her siblings - she sticks by his side more often than any of them - and yes, she was his favourite too, but he didn't think that was returned. Why would it be, he's him? But it's Vesper who keeps him company when none of the others want to move, it's Vesper who's sat at his side when they find out the Briarwoods have visited and are going to visit again, and it's Vesper's who's fur he buries his hands in when he has to recount what happened. Vesper loves her first little brother dearly, and she knows Julius will take care of the rest - someone has to take care of him.

Julius's favourites are Scanlan and Vax, though seeing - and smelling! - the effect of Scanlan and his jokes can have on people, the discomfort and all - makes him rethink a few things about his own prior behaviour. Vax he respects, because they're not too far off in age and both pride themselves on taking care of their siblings.

All of them have a soft spot for Vex, as the first one they met, and not a one of them minds her baby talking to them. They generally see it as kind of insulting, especially given Percy never babytalks to them and given most people assume they're ranger companions for him, you'd think they'd take cues from him - but with Vex... she babytalks to Trinket. They all know how much she loves Trinket. From her and her alone, it is the highest of praise.

Also she knows how to groom them well, and of all of them it's her and Keyleth who notice what of their traits aren't accurate to wild wolves, even ones which are companion animals. Of all of them, those two (especially given as the most perceptive they've seen the names on Percy's List) have the best chance of figuring out they once were people and thereby bypassing the curse keeping Percy from telling anyone.

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[potatoesandsunshine]

de rolo children...........

[anonymousonlyanonymoud]

The Lost de Rolo Chp. 4

The Merchant

TW: TW: Murder, child murder, blood, panic attack, vomit

Previous Chapter

The Market Ward of Westruun was slowly becoming alive as the shops began to open and the chatter of the morning began to fill the streets.

Small crowds formed in front of stores while people began exiting taverns, either drunkenly stumbling home or leaving for whatever job that'd been found for the day.

And at the end of one of the darkest streets, coming out of a dilapidated tavern known for serving watered-down ale and food that was similar to mush, and having beetles in their beds, was Ciara de Rolo.

Her weathered and thin cloak was tightly pulled around her shoulders in a feeble attempt to keep the chill that had begun to set across the realm as the first flurry of snow began to fall. 

The signs of winter were all around the town as the preparations for Westruun's Winterscrest Festival were underway, but Ciara kept her head down to avoid looking at any decorations that would have been put up.

The last Winterscrest festival she'd celebrated had been before she lost everything.

It used to be a happy time for her, watching the Castle of Whitestone being transformed into a wonderland of celebrations as the surrounding city shared a festive joy.

Vesper had taken an interest in overseeing the festivities during the years before...

Both mother and father praised her for her work while Julius said he was grateful for not being the one in charge of parties as it would never look half as good as what she came up with.

Percy asked millions of questions regarding the construction that went on during the setup and would have to be pulled away multiple times from the head builders who had come to finalize plans with Vesper.

The twins had always rolled their eyes at Percy, teasing him about what he was asking. But Whitney and Oliver always looked with awe at what Vesper was able to accomplish.

Ludwig and Cass were filled with wonder at the way the city transformed. Their excitement built each day preparations were made while they used the progress being made as a calendar to count down the days till Winterscrest.

The excitement was infectious and spread throughout the city as the holiday drew closer, even the year the Briarwoods came.

They had been welcomed warmly along with that fucking doctor by her parents, and they repaid that kindness with murder.

Ciara no longer thought about her siblings' happiness when Winterscrest came around. Her mind instead was filled with Whitney's sobs of terror as she was ripped from their sister's arms by Captain Kerrion Stonefell. The man's laugh rang in Ciara's ears before he slammed Whitney's head against the wall. Her blood dripped down the stonework and stained her light brown hair.

Vesper's screams as Stonefell pulled her by her hair and threw her from the window. Ciara heard the sickening snap of bones as her sister's screams cut off. Stonefell continued to laugh as he dragged Ciara to that same window and forced her to look at Vesper's broken body in the courtyard below.

The laughter of children filtered through her head as a small group rushed past. One of the children fell into her side, unintentionally jerking the metallic right arm that the doctor had melded to her years ago. The rods and screws tugged at her skin which sent a sharp twinge of pain through the remains of the limb as she grimaced.

While attempting to blink away the image of her sister's broken body, Ciara sent a glare to the kids who ran off without looking back. 

A part of her, the old part of her that belonged to a young girl who had sat through hours of etiquette lessons with her siblings, the old part that was caged away in the back of her mind in a darkened room, wanted to scold the children for not looking where they were going. That it wasn't polite and they should apologize.

But the main part of Ciara, the part that had been fed on, tortured, ripped apart, and sewn back together with jagged stitches that left horrific scars, only glared as the kids scampered away. 

Ciara continued weaving through the growing crowds, not lifting her head as vendors began calling out for customers as their stalls went up. She heard all the sales pitches before, and it wasn't like she could afford the wares anyway. Ciara was ready to walk past and ignore the merchants until she caught a conversation that her freezing in her tracks,

"-a shop in Whitestone at some point. The tyrants who'd forcefully taken control five years ago are gone and, thankfully, dead. The city is now rebuilding and in need of new economics in the market," The de Rolo felt herself turn toward the voice and saw the person who'd caught her attention.

The voice belonged to a man with dark skin, hair in a half-ponytail with two short braids framing the side of his face, a braided goatee, purple robes with gold trim, gold jewelry, and a red sash around his waist to complete the look.

He was standing in front of a building that looked to be in the middle of renovations with four other merchants. Two humans, a halfling, and an elf. Ciara recognized them as members of the Westruun Merchant Guild. She'd stolen a thing or two from the halfling and spied on the elf. 

His sister was a cartographer who had married a diplomat in Syngorn. He only kept in touch with her and his niece. From what Ciara had found, he didn't have much love for his brother-in-law and rarely spoke to him. Which meant the Clasp no longer wanted anything to do with him.

The merchants were listening intently to the purple-clad man as he spoke about bringing business to Whitestone during and after the city was restored.

But what made Ciara turn cold with shock was when she heard the goateed man say,

"A council has been made, with a de Rolo at the head to rule Whitestone once again," 

A de Rolo? That couldn't be possible.

The de Rolo's were all dead.

Ciara knew they were dead.

She'd seen them, her parents, Julius, Vesper, Oliver, Whitney, and Ludwig. 

She never saw Percy or Cass alive after that dinner, but she heard them. The Briarwoods made sure she heard them scream.

Ciara heard her remaining family as she sat frozen in the cell The Briarwoods had shoved her in. Bound under a Hold Person Spell she was forced to listen as Ripley tortured Percy and Cass. 

She heard them.

Ciara heard Percy weakly insisting he didn't know what was below Whitestone before his voice became desperate as Ripley began cutting into their sister.

When the screaming stopped and Ciara was dragged away, Ripley would visit. The doctor would show her the hooks and tools that had been embedded in her siblings' mere minutes ago. Ciara was forced to listen as Ripley described how she tortured Percy and Cass before going on to say Ciara could stop it.

She just needed to tell Ripley about what was under Whitestone.

But Ciara hadn't, and still didn't, know what the woman was talking about.

And the screaming continued.

Ciara had each of their screams etched into her mind that she heard it everywhere. Even after she'd been taken from the dungeons.

And then, the screaming stopped. She was no longer tossed into a cell to listen as Ripley tortured her siblings. And because of that, a venomous hope leached into her mind, because despite all that she had witnessed, Ciara was naive enough to think that Percy and Cass had somehow escaped.

Until-

Until-

Anger bubbled to the surface as Ciara found herself standing in front of the goateed man with words that were spat with rage and vitriol flying from her mouth,

"Enough! Enough of these lies! The de Rolos are dead! All of them are dead!" 

The goateed man looked momentarily taken aback at Ciara rushing into his space, but he composed himself while leaning against the wall behind him. His arms crossed in front of his chest which made the bangles clink together,

"I can assure you, I speak no lies-"

"And I can assure you, you are!" Ciara hissed, but the man seemed nonplussed at her anger and merely raised a perfectly trimmed brow,

"You are quite confident that I am lying," 

"Because I know you are! Seven of them were killed in one night by the Briarwoods! And the two who were left alive were tortured and killed a year later!" Her voice was tapering out into a harsh whisper, "The only de Rolos left in Whitestone are the ones in the crypts!"

The man, despite the other merchants quickly making their exit, only began inspecting his nails before meeting her gaze,

"I admit, I've never been told the details about what happened. My friend was present for the events, and understandably, Percival hasn't wanted to explain how his family was murdered in front of him,"

Her whole body began to shake as her hands clenched,

"Percival is dead! I don't know who you've been talking to, who's been claiming to be him, who is using his name to rule, but Percival died years ago!"

Once again, as Ciara's anger rolled from her in waves, the man didn't seem bothered and continued inspecting his nails. But Ciara hadn't noticed how his gaze hardened as he began taking in the details of her.

Gilmore was beginning to put the similarities between the woman in front of him, and the gunslinger that followed Vax'ildan's sister around, carefully putting pieces of the puzzle together as he said,

"It is not Percival who rules Whitestone but his sister Cassandra," He tilted his head and gauged her reaction.

 The fire that had been raging inside Ciara turned to ice as the tremors racing through her tripled in strength while she felt her eyes begin to burn,

"Then whoever rules Whitestone is an imposter!" She hissed, "Both Percival and Cassandra de Rolo died! They were flayed and murdered!"

Her voice was shattered as her legs shook harshly and it was a wonder that Ciara was able to stay upright as her mind filled with the bodies of her siblings.

Of Percy and Cass who had been flayed by the doctor's hooks until they died and then thrown out into the courtyard in front of Ciara. Ripley had lit the torch and Sylas Briarwood had thrown it onto what remained of her siblings. 

Ciara had screamed. Screamed loud enough that she was certain her voice had reached beyond the Timberlands as what remained of her family became nothing more than charred bones. And when the fire had gone out, Delilah Briarwood had cast a magical flame that turned their remains to ash that blew away in the wind.

A hand was now on her shoulder and pulling her up.

Ciara had collapsed to her knees without realizing and the merchant was now leading her inside the renovated building behind them.

The interior was plain with empty shelves and display cases, a few rugs rolled up and crates stacked against the wall.

When the door shut behind them, the man snapped his fingers, and a table and two chairs appeared before the two. 

The young woman found herself now sitting across from the merchant who was staring at her with a critical gaze,

"Well," He began after a moment of studying her, "I suppose introductions are in order before questions are asked. I'm Gilmore, owner of Gilmore's Glorious Goods in Emon and of this soon-to-be-open store here in Westruun,"

The merchant, Gilmore, waved his hand in a flamboyant fashion that had small sparks falling from his fingers which made Ciara flinch back.

Gilmore then looked at Ciara as the sparks quickly dissipated and gestured toward her with an open palm and expectant look until she answered,

"People call me Bird,"

"I imagine due to your corvid friends there,"

She didn't need to look to know that Adrik and Nyx were peering in through the window. They were like two small shadows that followed her everywhere, no matter how many times she refused to acknowledge them,

"Suppose so,"

Gilmore hummed while resting his chin against his hand, "If I were to ask for your real name, I assume you would not give it,"

The tension that had slowly been ebbing away returned tenfold as Ciara leaned as far away from the man as possible,

"If I were to say you were right?" 

The merchant shrugged while leaning back in his chair, "Names have power. From the gods and fiends to the most ordinary of folk, a name can have a hold on someone. Whether to bind or summon a being of power, or simply be a shield for someone hiding,"

She should leave. Ciara needed to leave. She had a job that was given a deadline of two days, and she knew better than to slack off or be late. And this Gilmore was prying into open wounds that had festered and rotted over the years,

"What you're implying," Her voice was shaking, "Is wrong. It- It's all wrong!"

"Are you certain? Earlier you counted nine de Rolo's. Correct me if I'm wrong, but weren't there ten in Whitestone? The lord and lady with their eight children? Why have you only counted seven children?" 

Her trembling hand found purchase on the short sword that hung at her hip as she whispered, "The eighth died. She died when her brother and sister's bodies were burned in front of her,"

Gilmore's eyes were trained on her with a look of sadness as he leaned forward,

"Then I'll speak to the ghost sitting across from me. And I'll tell her that her brother, Percival, is coming to Westruun-"

He was cut off by Ciara shoving away from the table, causing the chair she'd been sitting on to clatter to the ground, 

"No-he-He's dead! He's-" She darted out of the store without finishing.

The ravens that had been sitting at the window croaked and squawked in alarm when the door slammed open and Ciara stumbled out into the street.

She couldn't see the people around her, she couldn't see where she was going.

There were some shouts as she ran into things, but Ciara kept running until she skidded to a stop and fell to her knees in an alley.

A burning, acrid taste came hurtling up her throat and onto the ground in front of her as she only thought of the last two bodies. Of Cassandra and Percy.

The exposed muscle and bone had been barely covered by the remains of their formal wear. The remains of what they had been wearing to that fucking dinner!

They were dead. They were dead! 

They couldn't be alive because that would mean she would have-

More bile worked its way up Ciara's throat as her vision blurred. 

When the meager contents of her stomach had all been expelled from her body, Ciara coughed and gagged while wiping at her mouth. She managed to push herself up and saw someone standing to her right with a waterskin held out.

Ciara saw who had found her and took the skin, swishing the water around her mouth before spitting it out as the Spireling made himself comfortable on a few crates,

"You're taking a late start, Bird. Not like you," The halfling rasped.

She sat against the wall and tossed the waterskin back, "Got distracted. Nothing to worry about, Fetch. I'm going to leave now," 

"What did that man want?" The halfling questioned, "The merchant. He's new in Westruun,"

"No one,"

"Really? No one?"

"No one to me,"

Fetch scoffed and leaned toward her, "And despite that, one of your ravens stayed behind at his shop,"

She jerked her gaze toward the sky and only saw one raven settled on the roof across from her. Nyx's beady eyes met hers before darting to Fetch. If a raven could glare, Ciara was certain that Nyx would be. But Fetch was correct, Adrik was nowhere to be seen,

"I don't control where they go-"

"But they've been following you since you arrived in Westruun. And suddenly, one of them leaves your side? What. Did. He. Want?"

Ciara shook her head, "Nothing of consequence-"

"You expect me to believe that?" He leaned forward, "Are you trying to fly away, Bird?"

She unflinchingly met his gaze, "I'm not that stupid, Fetch. I learned my lesson from last time,"

Fetch only continued to eye her for a very long moment before standing,

"You better get going, Bird. You've already lost too much time,"

He disappeared as quickly as he came, leaving Ciara to shakily return to her feet.

With a shaky breath, she glanced up at Nyx who was hopping along the roof and ruffling her feathers, then began making her way toward the Western Gate.

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

For as long as the de Rolos have lived, so has their curse. Its roots have long since been forgotten, perhaps a spell from a witch long dead, maybe the genes of someone married in, or maybe it’s just always been that way. No matter how the curse came to be, it’s been passed to every bloodborne de Rolo born as long as memory serves. 

But as much as the curse is known among the immediate family, it is also Whitestone’s best kept secret. None but those bearing the last name de Rolo are privy to what happens to anyone carrying de Rolo blood under the light of the full moon. 

Percy doesn’t remember a time he was told about the curse, it’s just always been part of his life. He didn’t start to change until after his third birthday, a bit early in comparison to his other siblings, something he still holds over their heads as a teenager. 

“Percy, dear,” his mother calls him over with a soft smile and a gentle wave of her hand. With a sigh, Percy does as he’s told and heads the call, sinking into the chair beside her at the dining table. 

Before he’s even properly seated, Johanna starts making him a plate, knowing that he probably won’t eat much unless she forces him too. “You need to eat breakfast,” she chides him. “You have to keep your strength up for tonight.” 

“Tonight?” Percy asks with a frown, stabbing a piece of fruit with his fork.

“The full moon,” Frederick chimes in, already on his second helping of food. 

Percy sighs heavily. It’s bad enough that the full moon interrupts his nights in his workshop, but it also means that he is forced to spend time with all of his family. All of whom become very very annoying in their wolf forms. 

Percy has long since lost the argument of him staying in the castle, in his workshop during the full moon. His mother, though she doesn’t change herself, refuses to let him be alone when he’s as vulnerable as he is in that state. Not to mention that keeping the fact that the Lord de Rolo, along with all his seven children, is a werewolf becomes significantly harder to hide when they remain that close to the castle.

So Percy piles food on his plate under his mother’s watchful eye. He slumps in on himself as he forces himself to eat. All around him, his siblings are rowdy. They always are before a full moon; even his father is playing into the antics more than usual. 

Johanna sighs and leans over to Percy, tucking his hair back. Percy forces himself not to pull away, he knows that makes his mother upset. “It’s just one night, Percival.”

“I know.” He bites into a piece of bacon. His mother sighs again and pulls away. 

When sunset comes, the whole family is waiting in a clearing in the woods. They go there every month, it’s just far enough outside the castle to not arouse suspicion. Percy sits on the grass, tugging his shoes off and setting them to the side. 

Cassandra and Ludwig are already wild, running and chasing each other through the clearing. His mother sits behind Whitney, braiding her hair back. Frederick comes over to Percy with a smile, “Are you ready, Percival?”

He sighs and allows his father to help him to his feet, “I suppose.” Frederick laughs as though Percy made a joke and squeezes the back of his neck. He guides Percy over to the rest of the family just as the sun begins to dip below the horizon.

The shift happens quickly. At his age, it no longer hurts, his bones and muscles move into place. When he blinks, he along with the rest of his family are wolves. Cassandra’s transformation still must hurt because she scampers over to their mother, whining as Johanna runs her fingers through her thick fur. 

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[blorbologist]

Caaaan I be cheeky and go Trick Trick Treat (to the beat of Duck Duck Goose) and As Many De Rolos As You Feel Like Including?

Not sure if I quite pulled that off, but that'll be your call to make ;3

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“Ow! Fuck! What the hell - stop fucking - ow - Ollie!!”

“Language,” Vesper chides, poking at Whitney’s ankles with her cane without breaking her stride. “And stop fucking pulling her hair, Oliver.”

“You swore too! I’m gonna tell mum!” Littlest Cassandra - a knight this year - giggles, tidying Whitney’s fairy pigtails.

Oliver sulks, jack-o-lantern basket swinging as he stomps a few paces ahead. There’s chatter as the three slightly more well behaved kids chatter, discussing classmates’ costumes and candy hauls and optimal routes, before Oliver eventually can’t resist and slows to join them.

Julius is perfectly content to let his sister handle the siblings. He and Vesper are definitely too old for trick-or-treating, but once the littles are tuckered out, they can drop them on the doorstep and take off to the nearest Halloween rager. Not like he hasn’t been pregaming it - his jack-o-lantern has a smile of brown glass and slooshes like it’s about to vomit. 

Oh, he could be there now - already - swimming in a sea of sexy nurses and sexy lady CEOs and sexy sexy sexy, while Vesper and her friends binged old Halloween classics. If not for his wonderful middle brother.

Percival ‘too old for Halloween’ de Rolo got to skip out on this delight of being an older sibling by citing a project due tomorrow in his morning class. For the record, the nerd never leaves anything to the last minute. It was deliberate, Julius would swear on it.

Vesper thwacks his ankle. Julius glances up - it didn’t hurt thanks to the fireman boots - to see her frowning. 

“Where are we?”

A quick glance at the streetsigns answers him - though understandable Vesper can’t read them with her black shades. It’s getting awfully dark, and more lamps are unlit than not for the Halloween atmosphere. “Academy Lane? The Soltryce is at the one end. Dad has a lot of friends that live here.”

It’s definitely the sort of neighborhood Julius is familiar with - gated snaking driveways, walls mimicking castle architecture, the self-importance of the nouveau-riche. 

Nothing can beat an actual fucking castle, though.

Vesper frowns, adjusts her tie. “Mhm. I don’t see many pumpkins out. We should turn back.”

“One more and we’ll get to the car,” Julius promises. Cass is flagging anyways, not helped by all that aluminum platemail. She’ll be begging for bedtime soon. 

But there is a pumpkin on this porch - two, actually, a horribly ugly pair - so Julius ducks past the toothy open gate and keeps an eye on the hooligans. At least they’re having fun.

Never would he admit it, but Vesper has a bit of a point. It’s creepy - the tamed and trimmed trees look like manicured hands, backlit by faint light from the road and sick pale gold from the mansion. Despite how well-kept the place is, it’s crawling with vines. Trying to pick a late-season flower from one is a mistake - Vesper turns when he yelps.

“Just a thorn,” says Julius. When she’s not looking he presses his thumb to his lips, to swipe off the blood.

He and Vesper pause two-thirds the way to the house just as Cass reaches the front steps, Ludwig hushing the twins so she can catch up and be ready to yell with them. Whitney insists on ringing the bell - echoed down the drive, the sound makes Julius shiver. It’s getting cold.

The door swings open, delighted to see them, and the children just as delighted.

“Trick or treat!” hollers the host of little monsters. Everything looks less scary by the light: Cass is a little knight, and the imposing owners of the home are familiar faces with candy at hand.

“Oh, Lady Briarwood!” Julius calls, relieved. “What a surprise!” 

Her smile glows just as the jack-o-lantern’s does. “What a pleasant surprise indeed.”

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[hayleysayshay]

In my headcanons Vesper and Julius have a larger age gap than the rest of their siblings. Like Johanna had Julius then four years later had Vesper then had Percy a few years later and then after Percy decided to have quite a few more children in rapid succession before she got too old and wanted a big family. So Percy was around 17 when the Briarwoods attacked, Whitney and Oliver being around 15/16, Ludwig around 14 and then Cassandra just turned 13. So there was over ten years between Julius and Cassandra.

Percy absolutely pretended he was part of the older lot than Whitney and Oliver because Percy liked to pretend to be an adult. However Vesper did used to dote on Percy as he was her first younger sibling and he used to toddle after her when he was three and she was six.

Percy was the tallest de Rolo in the family, and Julius was totally not annoyed about that, but Percy knows that they never really saw if Ludwig or Oliver would catch up.

The only thing is that I feel like these older siblings may have had engagements already but I just explain it that Vesper hadn’t had a chance yet and Julius had already fucked up an engagement by being a manwhore (also a himbo).

[ray-the-ginger-queen]

After the chroma conclave had been defeated and everything had calmed, all Percy really wanted was to rest. But once again, it seems that will have to wait.

At first he’s glad to receive a letter from Whitestone, from Cass. She’s been sending him updates about rebuilding. In a way, this letter is no different. Keeper Yennen suggested a day of mourning now that the crisis was over. Whitestone had suffered for years under the briarwoods, and the revolt hadn’t been without casualties. Cassandra had agreed to a day of mourning and a candlelight ceremony for the fallen. As both a de Rolo and one of the liberators of Whitestone, Percy had been invited to attend. More like he had to attend. He knew two things immediately upon reading this information. 1. The city needed this, and he would need to be there. 2. He desperately didn’t want to go. He’d spent years lost in his grief and rage, and he had no desire to face it again. But he had a duty to Whitestone, and to Cass.

This was how he found himself standing on a platform behind Cass and beside Keeper Yennen, holding a small white candle flickering against the slight chill in the air. Cassandra spoke, Keeper Yennen spoke, even he spoke, but somehow it all felt like static. He could only hope his words came out the way he had written them, and that they were good enough for the people of his city. He tried to keep his voice even and strong, as his father would have. He never learned as much about leadership as Julius or even Vesper had, but even he understood keeping a brave face before the populous. Still, the whole thing passed in a blur. People holding candles milled around quietly down a long street. The path was lined with smooth stones, carved with the names of the fallen. Some during the rebellion or past attempts, some killed in cold blood by the Briarwoods, others simply passed from the harsh conditions. The stones were surrounded by flowers, personal items, or portraits of the deceased.

Percy milled quietly up the path, scanning the names as he went. Most were unfamiliar, but he couldn’t help but feel weighed down by each one. Archie has a stone among them, placed just before a clearing. Percy stands before it for so long his candle nearly melts almost down to his fingers before going out completely. He feels rigid, unsure of how to conduct himself in front of his best friends makeshift grave. It’s decorated more than most. There’s a small portrait of Archie as a boy, he looks too much like how Percy remembered him. Grinning with a wicked gap tooth smile. Percy can almost hear him explaining this latest scheme. One Percy would almost certainly agree to. He doesn’t realize how tense he’s getting until his candle snaps, pulling him out of his daze. There’s one area left, one he’s been avoiding all night but he knows he has to visit.

With slow and heavy footsteps, he enters the clearing past Archie’s stone. There the path gives way to a circular area of stone surrounded by bushes and greenery. There are 7 stones in this area, slightly larger than the ones on the path. These stones are similarly decorated with flowers and each has a portrait, though there aren’t as many personal items here. He doesn’t blame Cass for not putting them out. He wouldn’t have wanted to go through their things either. In the center are the two largest stones belonging to his mother and father, and between those, a family portrait. Percy stops dead at the entrance and stares his former self in the eye. Vespers hand is placed on one shoulder, his mothers hand rests on the other. He grins at his unknown future. Percy had almost forget the shade of brown his hair used to be.

He takes a deep, unsteady breath and ventures deeper into the clearing. The crowd had begun to clear in general, but some people were still around this area. Upon entry he feels all eyes lay briefly on him before darting away. He goes the the right, starting at the stone for his youngest brother, Ludwig. He doesn’t want to rush anyone out, but he’s still grateful as the remaining people in the clearing finish up their respects and hurry out. Grateful, until he realizes he’s alone with what remains of his family’s memories. He stops at each stone and feels each gouge into his chest. As he’s reaching the center he hears someone clear their throat behind him. “Hi Cass” he says quietly, his eyes unable to leave the center portrait.

Cass walks up next to him without speaking. They stand, side by side, looking back in time. Percy is 14 in this portrait. He remembers getting antsy for it to be over, he had wanted to get back to his latest project, a table clock he was working on for Vespers birthday. He was trying to figure out how to make it play music on the hour. Cass is grinning, but he remembers the hell she had put up about the dress she’s wearing. Too itchy. Too frilly. He focuses on each face. He misses them. He misses his mothers annoyed yet endeared sigh at her children’s antics. He misses his fathers hearty belly laugh, far too loud every time. He misses Julius attempting to teach him to sword fight day after day with wooden sticks, even though Percy was never very good. He misses Whitney and Oliver’s laughter, and their bickering too. He misses Ludwig bothering his mother for just one more sweet before bed. He misses Vesper listening with an amused smile as Percy went on about his latest obsession. He finally breaks his trance to glance at Cassandra. Her face is tight, he recognizes the set position in her jaw. She’s trying to keep it together. She must have felt his eyes on her. Their eyes meet and he can see that hers are shining with the tears she’s holding back.

He doesn’t know who reached for who. All he knows is Cass is in his arms. Her head is buried in his chest, his face is mostly hidden in her shoulder. He’s hunched slightly to encompass her, but not too much. She’s so much taller now. He doesn’t like to think about how much she grew in their old house, under the Briarwoods. She’s shaking, he can hear tiny sobs muffled through his jacket. He’s reminded of the little girl she used to be. He’s not sure how long they stood there, holding each other tight enough to hope they couldn’t be separated again. He’s not sure who saw them wrapped up like this. He can’t really bring himself to care. It’s only when they separate that he realized he’d been crying too. The fabric over her shoulder is wet with his tears, though some have caught in his glasses.

“Let’s go home” Cassandra mutters softly. Percy nods his head wordlessly and takes her hand. He squeezes it in attempt to offer what little comfort he can. She gives him a weak smile and squeezes his hand in return. They leave together, back to the home that was once theirs, and maybe will be again.

[pageofheartdj]

*throwing everything from the table*

I don’t care anymore I make my own de Rolo sibling count cause nothing is canon and CR and TLOVM says different things xD Vesper and Ludwig aren’t a thing in the show so I chose that they are, cause I am a SUCKER for big families and their family is RICH so they can afford this xD

Since Cass is no longer the youngest she will be just behind Percy and they are both such a middle child disasters. Percy ‘no one expects anything from me so I am going to move to my workshop for forever’ de Rolo and Cassandra ‘no one expects anything from me so I am going to be THE menace’ de Rolo XD

Twins have to be the youngest so the parents just decide to stop right there, this is going out of hand xD With Ludwig just old enough to still not be the middle kid but with no ‘younger brat’ attitude xD

And Julius and Vesper just watching this whole thing with ‘Why us?’ xD

Uhhh so yeah Julius is 19, Vesper is 18, Percy is 16, Cass is 13, Ludwig is 11 and Oliver and Whitney are 10! symmetrical <3

[praesinfo]

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[iamlostandinneedofcoffee]

As someone who hasn’t seen c1, I am very confused by all of the de rollo theories floating around. If you don’t mind, would you please list out the known names and relationships of Percy’s family members

Hiya yeah sure! Here goes, hope this is good! If anyone sees anything wrong or knows anything that I missed or has changed please let me know! And of course spoilers of Campaign 1 and its one-shots, finale and Talks Machinas.

Okay so we know one member of the de Rolo family before the current(though many are dead) family- from the 3rd generation- Melanie de Rolo who created the garden's of Whitestone Castle and according to Percy is "one of more interesting de Rolos of the time", Family Matters C1EP96 41:48ish.

So now we get the family in current.... pre-campaign time. I will be referring to people in the brackets by their relationship to Percy:

First, we have Frederick de Rolo(Father) who married Johanna Klossowski(Mother). They had many kids with the same surname, de Rolo, so I’ll just do their first name and any middle names we know.

First was Julius(Brother) who we know as the eldest brother and Vesper(Sister) the eldest sister.

Then came our legendary PC now Lord Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III played by the wonderful eldritch overlord Taliesin Jaffe.

Then we get to the twins Oliver(Brother) and Whitney(Sister), and after that Ludwig(Brother). We don’t really know much about these lovely people but like most of the pre-campaign de Rolo family, they’re all dead.

Now we get to the second and second last surviving member of the original de Rolo family, Cassandra (Sister) who is the youngest member of the orginals.

Now we get to to the family that Percy has made during and post campaign!

Percy married Vex'ahlia(wife), who is another PC played by the gorgeous and glorious Laura Bailey, making her Lady Vex'ahlia, Baroness of the Third House of Whitestone and Grand Mistress of the Grey Hunt. (Percy confirmed this name in Heredity and Hats, C1E60 at 54:50).

Vex/Laura Percy/Tal confirmed that over their life they have children, though we don’t know exactly how many nor all of their names. In the finale episode, C1E115, The Chapter Closes at 4:00:15, during Vex and Percy’s epilogue they talk about definitely having kids, though there is a bit of confusion if they are talking about the number of kids they have or the number of names they will give them:

LAURA: No, although we will have to stay here for nine months every once in a while because I think we should rebuild the families that we've lost.

TALIESIN: There's a lot of names.

LAURA and TALIESIN: So many names.

MATT: How many names?

TALIESIN: So many ways to irritate your father.

LAURA: Five names.

TALIESIN: Oh, at the very least.

LAURA: Five.

MARISHA: That's a lot of names. Very long names.

LIAM: At least three sets of twins.

Their first child is Vesper Elaina(daughter), whose name is confirmed in the Dalen’s Closet Oneshot at 04:55, who is named Percy’s oldest sister and Vex’s mother(Mother-in-law, unfortunately, deceased pre-campaign).

Taliesin does confirm that Percy and Vex do have one child later on whose named Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo IV(son), which is confirmed in The Chapter Closes, Talks Machina, C1E115(released on August 4, 2018) at 1:13:00.

So to wrap it all up:

Frederick de Rolo(Father) who married Johanna Klossowski(Mother).

They had Julius(Brother) and Vesper(Sister) and then Percy. After they had the twins Oliver(Brother) and Whitney(Sister) who was followed by Ludwig(Brother) and finally Cassandra(Sister).

Percy went on to marry Vex who had x/possibly 5 kids including Vesper Elaina(daughter) and Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo IV(son).

Hope this helps and again anyone feel free to let me know if I missed something or got anything wrong!

[essayofthoughts]

For the DVD commentary ask game; hey Essay what the *fuck*

[Aka: Tiefling AU recounting of the de Rolos' deaths]

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(He sees: his father, bruised and bloodied, clothes torn to rags, fingers broken and twisted in unnatural ways, sees him wheezing and wheezing and going still.)

(He sees: his mother, a crossbow quarrel in her shoulder, no armour to protect her, her glasses smashed, all her ferocious protectiveness turned useless by restraints as they forced her to watch-)

(He sees: Julius, choked, held by the throat by the man he’d just run through, Sylas Briarwood, smiling, sneering, tossing his brother down into the cells-

(He sees: Vesper, beloved older sister, spellbook torn from her hands as she tried to get enough space to cast something, anything, fleeing to the highest tower and only finding freedom by being thrown from it.)

(He sees: Oliver, Whitney, Ludwig, Oliver’s ribs cracking and cracked, Whitney’s fingernails torn ragged, torn out, Ludwig’s teeth ripped free to leave bleeding gums.) (He sees Cassandra, the last one left, at his cell, picking the lock, pulling him free.)

So, I'll admit that some of this is stuff I tend to hold to across fics - traits of Percy's siblings and ways that Ripley hurt them, but it's also that...

Trauma is messy and it messes with your memory. I highly doubt Percy remembers the whole of what was done to him and his family - too painful, too awful, too viscerally horrible - but he, like anyone, can remember fragments of it. Bits and pieces and not the whole and it's both better (less painful) and worse (surely he owes it to them to remember the whole of it?). It also means I can narrate it like this - like a fragmented flashback, because most flashbacks aren't solely visual and can be incoherent. They are often emotional or aural or based on a smell or a fleeting sound or wrong touch, and I wanted to invoke that broken incoherency in how Percy recalls things.

It also makes it more impactful for a reader. I can't write Ripley's detached torture of the de Rolos, not like @officialtrashbin can (and has for their Vampire Percy fic The Suffering of Night; it's great, go read it if you haven't), and if I just described every piece of harm she wrought on them then that'd just become gorn and no one wants gorn. Further, by describing all of it, it becomes both overwhelming (gorn) but also disallows any space for the reader's own imagination, which can be even more effective at building horror, and by limiting it to small things with some basis in things people might have familiarity with, it brings it viscerally home to the reader. I talk about Whitney's fingernails torn ragged and then torn out - we've all had a hangnail! Some people have had nails torn off in accidents. I say "Ludwig's teeth ripped free to leave bleeding gums" and anyone who's had to have a tooth removed knows what that yawning gap can look like, and everyone knows what it's like at the dentists, having to hold your mouth open - there's little parts of it that most people will have some familiarity with and which give them a basis to imagine it from: it becomes verisimilitudinous that way. I hope.

A few of these things are also headcanons I've built out more recently or ones I chose specifically to hurt you, Blorb. Johanna having glasses I decided because I think if Percy has more tangible habits and traits from his father, I'd like him to have his bad eyesight from his mother, just to balance it. I'd decided Julius was protective of his siblings long ago as the eldest; the idea of him trying to fight back but being unable because Sylas Briarwood came naturally from that. Vesper however... Vesper was specifically because this AU is for you.

I know you remember and hold to the idea of Vesper being thrown from a tower, and I've had a headcanon of her dabbling in spells for a while; it felt fitting to combine those for a smidge of extra pain here, Vesper trying to get enough space to safely cast something, anything, and being given only a twisted version of freedom, thrown from a tower, unable to cast Featherfall or Fly.

That one was specifically put there for you.

Send me ~500 words from a fanfic I've written and I'll give DVD Commentary-esque explanation of why I wrote it like that

[rightpastnowhere]

16 - Appearance Headcanon for any of Percy's deceased siblings you feel like oooooorrrr. 10, sleep headcanon for Cassandra.

headcanon ask meme

16. appearance - de rolo siblings

your mistake was saying any, and so now i will do All

julius: i’d think it be really funny if he was shorter than vesper and percy both. so i headcanon that he was shorter than both of them, and that would have been shorter than all of the de rolos (except for whitney and cass) if they’d all grown into their adult heights. i think he would have had the lightest hair (medium brown, maybe some natural blond streaks), as well as the least-pasty skin (but still pale), because he’s the one who goes out and about the most often. blue eyes, darkish blue, and a more square-ish face, his jaw still not quite yet sharpened out from his lil baby face by the time the briarwoods attack. also VERY curly hair. and some light freckles

vesper: i headcanon her as second tallest next to percy - maybe about 5’10? - because i’m tall and like when other ladies are tall. it fuels me. she was taller than percy until he hit that pre-teen growth spurt, and she was quietly pissed about it. medium brown hair, a lil darker than leona & wolfe’s hair color, and it would have been curlier if she didn’t keep it so long - the weight of it drags it down into loose curls/waves. i think she’d wear it half-up most of the time, up enough to be out of the way but not looking too severe or grown up. grey-blue eyes, similar to what i headcanon for percy but more grey than blue. i think she’d be pretty fit, considering all the horseback riding and fencing and other noble whatnot, and also because she grew up play-fighting with julius and they keep that competition going with sparring

whitney: the older twin, but oliver always denied it. i think she’d have the lightest hair out of the de rolos, still brown but just lighter, and that it’s because of some of johanna’s genes. i think she’d keep it cut short, which started when she cut it herself (with oliver’s help) when she was five. it wasn’t exactly rebellion, but more general mischief and also “blegh i hate my hair”. i think she would be the shortest of the de rolos, once they all grew up, and was constantly threatening to bust kneecaps if you called her out for her height. i imagine her with green eyes that sometimes looked hazel, and a little button nose that stood out from the line of de rolo noses

oliver: i headcanon him taller than whitney by like 4 inches, and that he never shut up about it. brown hair that’s lighter than vesper’s, but darker than percy’s was. i imagine him trying to grow it out to wear in one of those cool lil ponytails, but he never managed to get it past this awkward, wavy mullet that his siblings gave him so much shit for. his eyes would be green like whitney’s, but they kinda just stayed green instead of looking hazel sometimes. he and whitney didn’t look much more similar than they did to the rest of their siblings, but they did make the exact same expressions all the damn time. especially the glares when they’re angry, and shit eating grins when they’re up to something

ludwig: i think he would look the most like percy - same color hair but much curlier, similar eye colors (more blue than percy’s), same eyebrows, same nose, with the latter two being de rolo traits. very lanky and awkward, still growing into his arms and legs as a baby teenager. i imagine him being a clumsy kid, so he’d have a collection of little nicks-and-bumps scars, but very minor ones that are mostly covered by his regular clothes. he differed from percy by being a bit less pale because he actually went outside lol. had some pale freckles, too, on his cheekbones

10. sleep - cassandra

cass and percy have the worst sleep schedules known to man, the both of them, and it drives vex up a wall. cass stays up late working, and gets up early, because every hour asleep is an hour wasted - and that’s nothing compared to the five years she lost under the briarwoods. she also struggles with nightmares, but it’s quieter than with percy has them - and they tend to leave her disoriented more often than percy’s do.

i also think she’d always end up holding something in her sleep - either a pillow or herself. and it’s always tightly, too, curling into herself. a childhood habit that she never grew out of, and one she can’t really break despite being forced to grow up so fast. vex mentions “casually” that she’ll sleep holding a pillow sometimes if she’s away during a trip, so she doesn’t wake up with arms cramping. cass doesn’t say anything, but tries that, and sleeps a bit easier

[terribletinkereroftaldorei]

The De Rolo Family in The Legend of Vox Machina 1x03

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

!! OOOHH

Like, of course some people will have had to know. Depending on how much Julius and his parents knew, because babies don't fall from the sky, if they heard about the pregnancy soon enough Johanna could have limited public appearances to reduce the likelihood of anyone noticing 'hey, she didn't look like she was carrying, and yet now there's another kid?!'

Julius or the other parent would have had to go to Johanna or Frederick about it. The castle's main midwives would know.

Would the other parent have been a servant? A prostitute? Just a random peasant? (Imagine if they were someone Laudna/Matilda knew vjbjbkv)

Would they have come to the de Rolos asking for help with this? Or abandoned the baby on the castle steps? Would Julius have found out and wanted to help? Or would he shirk this responsibility and his parents might step in.

SOOOOO I actually answered a lot of these questions in this post! And I didn't want to make it tooo similar to the baby box au...

I imagine that Julius is known for visiting brothels so people are a bit suspect when there's suddenly another de Rolo baby after Johanna and Frederick said that Ludwig would be the last. But I think it's also his reputation that allows him and Elaine to hide, people don't expect him to go back to the same woman over and over.

And since I'm too much of a romantic, I refuse to believe that Julius didn't absolutely love her. And Julius had such a big part of raising her, yes he let Cassandra believe that Johanna and Frederick were her parents, but he wouldn't just ignore her. I think that's why she and Julius have such a close relationship.

[blorbologist]

Say no more 😤

--

“See the family resemblance?”

Vex did not hear Cassandra coming. It’s not a first - she’s nearly as sneaky as Vax - but as sister to two rogues now she’s good at looking like she expected the company, tilting her head just like that. 

Cass, for her part, is not looking at her, instead craning her neck to observe the portraits. They’re likely a bit too close - Vex takes a few steps back to get a better view. 

She can, is the thing. See the resemblance. Helped somewhat by the little Cassandra at the bottom of the family portrait - she holds a little teddybear by the paw, expression a practiced mask she had either worked to achieve or added post-sketch by the artist. Dark brown hair unmarred by frosty white, thick and healthy.

“You were so young,” Vex sighs. Can’t quite look at Percival, though she knows he’s between the elder two - Julius and Vesper. 

Cassandra pads closer to the old portrait, runs her finger along the frame. Who knows who the dust she collects is made of - all dust is nothing but people, after all. How much servants, how much undead, how little has settled there with so few bodies to feed its layers until lately? 

“Not that young,” she says softly. Her gaze darts down to whatever grime muddies her prints - her fingers dip into an elegant curl of wood. “This was… I must have been ten, elven? We had been due for another, soon. I got much better at standing still, for this sort of thing.”

Her smile takes on a bitter edge. “Julius - Julius, see,” and she strains on tiptoe to point at the tallest figure with almost a head on their father and a lazy grin. Cass’ finger stops short of touching the flaking paint of his hand, on Percy’s shoulder, and she swallows heavily. 

Repeats, again: “Julius was engaged. We were to have one done with his husband-to-be.”

Vex nods. She does not need Julius pointed out - she knows enough to deduce who he is in the lineup. Somehow a family of nine seems so small a number. Rich, coming from someone with three to their no-name unit in Byroden. Rich indeed. 

There’s no unifying trait - no set de Rolo look, which should probably be a reassuring argument against any inbreeding. She’s heard human families do that, sometimes. 

The only common feature is blue eyes - some slanting slate, some near to navy, but all blue. And all those skies were snuffed out.

Finally she looks at Percy. The barely-curly chestnut mop, slicked back for the event, looks so wrong on his head compared to the white hair she can’t resist petting at night. Terrible thought - this is his hair as it should be. Lingering baby fat makes him look so much more like his father. That smirk is all him, though, and she’s not sure how he got away with that for a family portrait. 

His eyes aren’t the blue she sees daily, here. 

Were they just duller, back then? Or is this last memory of the de Rolos flawed to its very core? How many errors can Cass see? How many evade her, after so much time? 

Vex’s gaze darts to her, back to the portrait. She… certainly does not smile like she does from the acrylics. But that could be blamed on something other than bad brushstrokes.

“You’re supposed to say you’re sorry,” Cass says eventually. Wobbling, her finger now traces the youngest boy - Ludwig. His hair is pale, almost as light as Percy and Cass’ now. Shock-white, too, or a platinum blond? “You’re - it’s always my condolences. I’m sorry. For your loss.”

“Well…” Vex takes careful steps closer, to stand by her side. This close the details become blurry, unclear, more paint than people. Is that why Cassandra chose this spot? But, oh, from here she can see the detail to her: the tears prickling at her eyes, the stubborn red crawling up her neck. “We both have heard that enough. You, especially.”

She tilts her chin up, looks as best she can. Tries to piece a family together from what the artist thought to include. She comes up woefully short.

“I’m sorry I never got to meet them. I really am.” Cassandra’s shoulders reach near to her ears - Vex chances it, puts a gentle hand on one. Down they go, trembling.

“I’m not going to ask you to tell me about them,” Vex says. “Gods - gods, I know I can’t talk about my mother easily. Not out of the blue. But I hope -”

“They threw Vesper.” Vex freezes - Cass melts, instead, molten hot and angry and forged in five years of cold. “They - they threw her from the tower. Because she had missed the dinner, due to another engagement, and she came home and - I saw -”

“Cass-”

This time her finger presses into the portrait, smearing dust in its wake on pretty periwinkle. 

“Of course she wore her favorite dress that day,” Cassandra rasps.

“Oh,” says Vex’ahlia.

Trinket finds them, hugging, staring up at the murdered and the dead innocence. 

He promptly sits on their feet to get them to cuddle up with them, heedless of the maids trying to get through the hall around them.  Sometimes Cassandra speaks. Sometimes Vex does. She’s not sure if she’d describe it as a relief or an agony, or if the silence is worse.

They stay like that until Vex fears they might gather dust, too.

Realized I'm 3 weeks from a Big chapter going up and im not ok

In completely unrelated news does anyone want a Cass and Vex bonding scene that happens a few chapters from now? Ft. lotsa angst :)

[hayleysayshay]

Nicknames/name shortenings for the OG de rolo siblings:

Julius: Jules

Vesper: V

Percival: Percy obvs

Oliver and Whitney: Ollie and Willie. The call Whitney ‘Whit’ but it turns into Willie the to ‘match’ Oliver.

Ludwig: Lud

Cassandra: Cass/Cassie (probs starting to get into her teenage ‘don’t call me by Cassie that’s babyish’ 13 year old phase.