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How do you think the M9 will react to meeting/dealling with lord Sharp? Especially if he will do something to Jester? (It's one of the things I'm most scared of everytime they go back to nicodranas)

How do you think Fjord would react if Lord Robert Sharpe attempted to kill Jester next time they go to Nicodranas?

The thing is, they let their guard down. After all, they are feeling pretty well about themselves. They just went into enemy territory, faced armies of Kryn and made it out alive —bruised and scarred, but alive. Going back to Nicodranas is a breath of fresh air, it almost feels like home. Marion receives them with open arms and Yuzza with a light scolding, but overall their spirits are up for the first time since they arrived in Felderwin.

Caleb suggests Jester take a couple days with her mother at the Chateau and this time, with no pressing matters weighing down on them, both of them are happy to take the one on one time. Fjord agrees that it is a good idea to give them some space, especially because he feels like they are abusing of Marion’s kindness by staying freely at her place for too long. Renting a couple of rooms in the city seems like the better choice to go with. Jesters absence, however, leaves a hole in the group, an empty space of silence in conversation, a lack of chaotic ideas from Nott, a beat waiting for a playful joke that never comes. Fjord won’t admit to it out loud, but he’s selfishly glad that the time she’s taken to be home is not that long either.

The second day in Nicodranas, they take their time to see the city. Orley receives them in the port and him and Fjord go through the Ball Eater’s latest trips. It’s not enough to earn them a fortune, not by far, but it keeps the men paid and the ship going. They really need to change the name, though. He’ll have to talk Jester into painting a new one before they leave town. The rest of the day they spend by the sea, watching the beautiful colors of the sky as the sun sets on the horizon.

“Maybe we could camp out here this time,” Caduceus says as they start picking up their things.

“Our rooms are paid for already, though,” Fjord frowns. “I’d hate for it to go to waste.”

“Besides, the blue one will probably want to camp here too with us. She’ll be upset if she misses it,” Caleb points out as Nott hops on his back.

Fjord nods. It’s weird to think Caleb is carrying a grown married mother in his back like that. He used to think of Nott as a younger girl, but now that he knows her better the whole thing seems off to him. The two of them seem comfortable with the dynamic’s arrangement, though, so he’s not one to judge.

“Mister Fjord?” The Innkeeper intercepts him before he heads up to his room.

Fjord represses a groan. He’s tired and sandy and all he wants right now is to take a bath and go to bed, but he manages to put on a polite smile as the mousy man approaches him.

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry. I just- You got a message while you were gone. Your presence is requested at the Lavish Chateau,” he says, eyeing Fjord up and down as if trying to figure out how someone of his kind gets an invitation to such a renowned place.

“Thank you,” Fjord nods, keeping his pleasant mask up and turns to the rest of his friends. “Hey, chucklefucks, looks like we’re having dinner at Jester’s.”

They clean up and make their way to the Chateau about an hour later but their high spirits crumble to the ground as they make it through the door. A dark feeling curls like a snake inside Fjord’s stomach as he takes in the once pristine lobby. The tables and chairs are turned and broken, several curtains have been ripped down, there’s glass from broken windows and cups on the floor. The employees seem to be trying to clean it up but the whole place looks like a battle took place in it.

“Jester?!” His voice cuts through the grim air of the room as he stalks forward. No answer. “Jester?”

What happened here?

Fjord runs stairs up, followed by the others. No one tries to stop them. He skips the stairs four by four until he reaches the Ruby’s hallway. Blud is standing by the door, face even grimmer than usual and bulging arms crossed over his chest. There are deep cuts on his fur and dried blood on his face. He blocks their path with a huff.

“We are Jester’s friends,” Beau intercedes. “She called for us.”

His frown deepens. She didn’t-

Fjord pushes past the minotaur before he can fully move out of the way and he all but runs into Marion’s room before he knows what she’s doing. Jester’s mother seems to have aged five years in two days. Her dark hair is pulled up into a messy bun, her eyes are puffy and her whole demeanor seems broken. When he breaks in, she squeaks with fear, trying to close her robe further. Suddenly self-aware, Fjord stops on his tracks and slows down.

“What happened here?” He asks softly, approaching her until he can kneel before her chair.

Her make-up tells the story of shed tears.

“My Jester. They came for my Jester.”

“When?”

“A few hours ago. We were just having lunch and they-they broke in, started trashing everything up, demanding for her. I tried to tell her to run but she wanted to fight them.”

Of course, she did.

“Where is she?”

“They grabbed me,” Marion covers her face with one hand and shakes her head. “She said she would go with them if they let me go.”

“Miss Ruby, where did they take her?”

“Lord Sharpe.”

“Ah, fuck,” Beau hisses behind Fjord.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Nott jumps. “It’s that the dick lord that wanted to kill her?”

“What?” Caduceus looks around with a frown.

Marion lets out a quiet sob. Following an instinct, Fjord puts a hand on her shoulder.

“We’ll find her,” he assures her earnestly. “I promise. We won’t let him hurt her.”

What if it’s too late? A dark voice whispers inside his head but he refuses to acknowledge the possibility. It can’t be. She can’t be dead.

“We’ll get her back,” he repeats, standing up and making her way out of the room.

“We need to hurry up,” Caleb says, catching up to him. “Do we know if she’s still alive.”

“She is,” Fjord snaps, sending the wizard a warning look.

He can feel something dark recoiling inside him, furious and hungry, and he knows if he was offered all the powers of the ocean right now in exchange to save his friend, he would have damned the world in a heartbeat.

Beau puts a hand on his arm as if she could feel that storm inside him too.

“She’s alright. These rich fuckers are too prideful to have this go quietly. He was embarrassed, he’ll want to make an example out of her. Whatever he’ll do, he’ll want to make it public.”

“Then we better hurry. Where do we find this Lord Sharpe? Seems like we should have a word with him,” Caduceus says, voice calm and firm.

The others start arguing over their next course of action. All Fjord knows is that he has no intention of sharing ‘words’ with this man if he’s so much as touched a hair in Jester’s hair.

He doesn’t even realize the falchion in his grip and the hungry eye, watching and ready to consume the anger drumming in his heart right now.

#fjorester #fjord #jester lavorre #critical role #critter fic #fjord is scary when he's angry and protective #dia-mond-universe

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