[ TW: critical role can be A Lot and there will be dead bodies and whatnot in this prompt (especially in Part A), so please tread carefully!!! ]
( a ): welcome to [vampire] whitestone.
[ you are suddenly thrust into a town square, but it looks . . . dead. the sky has constant cloud cover over it and the grass is dead. the roads are dusty, and in the center of this town square, there is a massive leaf-less tree. but strung from the branches of the dead-looking tree are bodies -- not only bodies, but bodies that are painted in specific ways. one has glasses, another has feathers in her hair . . . and they swing gently in the breeze, almost looking like they are a specific warning.
all be warned, ye who enter here.
but near you is a young man with a shock of white hair and glasses, wearing a rather fancy looking cloak and boots, with what appears to be a collapsible rifle-looking contraception on his back (along with a bunch of other things). his eyes are transfixed on the tree itself, and you would think that a twenty-something-year-old young man would look horrified or shocked or even remotely bothered, but instead, he just looks irritated.
he takes a few steps forward, with half a frown (seemingly not noticing you, at first) before shifting to remove what appears to be a pistol-like object from his belt, carefully checking the barrels of the gun before speaking in a flat tone: ]
You are going to have to try a bit harder than that to frighten me.
[ percy is already 150% done and he just got here. ]
( b ): don't put that in your mouth.
[ in the non-magical areas, percy can be found exploring. this place reminds him quite a lot of the feywild; overgrown and untamed and wilderness. still, it is very much not the feywild, but it is similar enough that percy is taking an extraordinary amount of care tip-toeing around plants, absurdly hesitant to disturb any greenery, and should he find anyone edging too close to the water: ]
Don't -- don't touch that.
[ it's said quickly, because percy is still 100% convinced this is a weird ass plane and he's pretty done with it. ]
Best to be safe than sorry, you never know when something is going to act up.
[ trees can strangle and water can be magic, dude.
percival [ . . . ] de rolo | critical role (testing)
( a ): welcome to [vampire] whitestone.
[ you are suddenly thrust into a town square, but it looks . . . dead. the sky has constant cloud cover over it and the grass is dead. the roads are dusty, and in the center of this town square, there is a massive leaf-less tree. but strung from the branches of the dead-looking tree are bodies -- not only bodies, but bodies that are painted in specific ways. one has glasses, another has feathers in her hair . . . and they swing gently in the breeze, almost looking like they are a specific warning.
all be warned, ye who enter here.
but near you is a young man with a shock of white hair and glasses, wearing a rather fancy looking cloak and boots, with what appears to be a collapsible rifle-looking contraception on his back (along with a bunch of other things). his eyes are transfixed on the tree itself, and you would think that a twenty-something-year-old young man would look horrified or shocked or even remotely bothered, but instead, he just looks irritated.
he takes a few steps forward, with half a frown (seemingly not noticing you, at first) before shifting to remove what appears to be a pistol-like object from his belt, carefully checking the barrels of the gun before speaking in a flat tone: ]
You are going to have to try a bit harder than that to frighten me.
[ percy is already 150% done and he just got here. ]
( b ): don't put that in your mouth.
[ in the non-magical areas, percy can be found exploring. this place reminds him quite a lot of the feywild; overgrown and untamed and wilderness. still, it is very much not the feywild, but it is similar enough that percy is taking an extraordinary amount of care tip-toeing around plants, absurdly hesitant to disturb any greenery, and should he find anyone edging too close to the water: ]
Don't -- don't touch that.
[ it's said quickly, because percy is still 100% convinced this is a weird ass plane and he's pretty done with it. ]
Best to be safe than sorry, you never know when something is going to act up.
[ trees can strangle and water can be magic, dude.
d&d is weird. ]