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undead-knick-knack · 1 year
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misscryptidart · 2 years
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Hey Matt wtf are you doing giving this senior citizen attractive fighting moves and a fucking scythe you're not allowed to do this
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yesifitswithyou · 2 years
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Lord Estheross shirtless with a white apron that says
kiss the cook baker
someone needs to draw that
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Part of my wants Laudna to become Lady Estheross.
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remjl · 1 year
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CRITICAL ROLE SPOILERS ALERT
I was a little bit frustrated that we didn't have any 1 on 1 deep conversations after Laudna Ressurection and then it's hit me that we actually didn't have any deep 1 on 1 moments in group from her death... I was expecting any talks with grieving Imogen or some talks between other BH members, but I cannot recall anything (apart from F.C.G/Imogen travel to Ashton head, but I wouldn't consider it as 1 on 1). No reflection from Orym and Fearne being almost dead as well. So...what if encounter with Otohan traumatized them so much that they subconsciously afraid to be separated for long now and especially don't want to reflect on what actually happened/might happened? And lord Estheross being dead not helping with this situation.
Even Chetney, after fight just quickly change topic that they all need to check on Imogen.
On a Skyship they could have a lot of different personal conversations during quiet days, but even when Matt directly asked about any conversations that they might want to have, they basically told that "All good, let's continue". No, you are definitely not good and need to talk. All of you!
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your-enby-antihero · 1 year
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*As my hand bursts from the grave* ITS THURSDAY NIGHT MOTHERFUCKERS 😆😆😆!!! I’ve been gone for like two weeks but I’m back on the liveblog grind. There has been so much happening since I last live-blogged, y’all Laudna’s resurrection literally had me in tears and Percy and Laudna having a moment of like “ayo similar trauma check” fucking golden. I am deeply heartbroken by the passing of Lord Estheross, like y’all when Shashadri was like lol let’s meet at his house and speak to his dead body I had a visceral reaction, I was literally like not our fucking grandpa plz respect his fucking body :((. And IMOGEN’S MOM??? Ma’am what the fact that she is alive and hasn’t reached out at all like bruh wtf. Ooh and Chetney’s thing with the moon on their new airship :0. What the fuck is up with that??? 
Anyway I’m so excited to finally get back to the liveblog if you want to hangout with me. Here are the tags for tonight :)
#critical role #cr c3 #cr spoilers  #campaign three #bell’s hells #cr3 spoilers #cr3 e40
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I'm too lazy to stage my attempt at Lord Estheross' maple ginger cookies (with tumeric!). So imagine some medieval-y, RPG flare here (dice, leather tomes, a dagger... I dunno) instead of my current read and some bourbon. All in all though, the cookies turned out nice, and are pretty darn tasty.
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saphirered · 2 years
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*slides you a two dollar bill* May I ask for a male mastermind rogue x Imogen where the reader is trying to form the perfect plan to ask Imogen on a date but she already knows by hearing his inner thoughts.
*sneakily pockets the two dollar bill* 😝 I hope this contraband finds you well. Happy reading. 😘
The plan is perfection. Best one you’ve ever come up with. No way you’d ever be able to amount to this level again. You’ve reached your peak mastermind and you’re so ready. If all your future plans past this one are complete and utter failures it will have been worth it. You’ve done your research, asked around, exerted every resource to your disposal to assure this carries out the way you intend it to. Every potential hiccup has been accounted for, every stumble secured, every unpredictable circumstance predicted. You might be able to call yourself a diviner at this point with all the facets of probability you’ve found, explored and secured. There’s just no way this could ever go wrong. No way. No… Way…
You’d been more busy than usual, more secretive too, for the past few days. Imogen started getting concerned the second day in. It wasn’t beyond you to go into one of your plotting sequences, especially with the job up ahead but never this far in advance and you’d always be willing to share with your companions. You’ve never kept a single secret from her yet now you refuse to even tell her a single detail. Even your nonspecific answers have gotten more shabby and gibberish excuses of your usual capabilities. Imogen just felt a little worried. Your thoughts had been shouting at her but despite their loudness, were difficult to distinguish. So she focussed and dove a little deeper during dinner one day. What she heard, and saw, it was rather heartwarming and she has to say she feels a little guilty. 
First in your mind she found a shop. She decided to check it out. It was a flower shop with the most colourful flower’s she’d ever seen. Next she found some official papers. She didn’t really know what to make of those but they bore a seal similar to the one she’d seen on Lord Estheross’ paperwork. Next was a list or restaurants all providing delicacies, some difficult to find but all of them with some twist or another if not the authentic thing itself, of her favourite foods. Next came the memorised paths and schedules of what seemed like guards and scribes, soon after followed by a book. An all too familiar book. It’s that book that found its way to her first. 
You’d been off all day. Imogen hadn’t seen you since breakfast. This isn’t necessarily a worrisome thing but she’d been waiting in anticipation. A date. You were going to ask her on a date. She knew the plans but not the order and she might be clever but the way you plan, it’s a bit chaotic. She felt guilty for reading your thoughts and knowing what you were up to but at least there’d still be an element of surprise. She’s excited to see. Oh gosh, she’d never really been asked on a date and the only date she had to compare to wasn’t exactly a real nor great date. What if she blows it? What if it ends like it did with Pretty? Sure she never would have committed to the faux dating thing she shared with Laudna and Fearne because at the end of the day, they just went for it and she felt bad for leading the friendly ogre on for the sake of a distraction. For you that most certainly isn’t the case. She likes you and apparently you like her, enough to ask her on a date but what if you realise she’s not the one for you? Or what if it just doesn’t click or she makes a fool out of herself? Her insecurities come rushing.
“Your presence is requested this eve, Miss Temult.” A somewhat youthful looking fellow dressed in dark clothes that don’t particularly stand off save for the bright lilac bowtie they wear holds out a parcel packed neatly tied off with a similar coloured bow. Imogen has to fight the urge to laugh at the poor kid. They don’t exactly look comfortable wearing the lilac fabric around their neck and given their attire it certainly doesn’t match. Like a kid in their parent’s clothes but the kid doesn’t find it very humorous. Still they carry themselves with an awkward smile and a poor excuse of a good posture. 
Imogen opens the box and inside finds blueprints along with official looking documents. Given the closer look she sees that they are the blueprints to the Starpoint Conservatory and paperwork for access past the gates onto the campus. How the hell did you get those? She finds a note. 
‘Adventure lies ahead. Would you do me the honour of joining? 
Eyes deceive but minds perceive.’ 
They’re forgeries. That’s what you’d been up to and where the documents came from. They look as real as it gets. This must have taken ages to get right. 
“Your answer, Miss Temult? Or do you need more time to decide?” The kid asks pulling at the tie around their neck.
“Sure… Yes. My answer is yes.” Imogen is snapped out of her own mind and gives a straight answer. The kid seems relieved. 
“If you’d follow me.” And with that the kid leads the way outside of the tavern. A carriage is waiting. Borrowed from Lord Eshteross it seems but no less wonderful. So that’s why you felt so awkward about your visit to the lord. You had to spill the beans about your intentions. The kid opens the door for her and helps her in like a true gentle-person. She offers them an awkward smile. 
“You can take that off, you know.” She gestures to the bowtie and the kid lets out a thankful sigh of relief, quickly untying the fabric and stuffing it in their pocket as they close the carriage door. A tap to the side and the horses take off. Not too terribly long of a journey Imogen hears a thud on the roof of the carriage. Suspiciously she goes to look outside but in you come swinging through the window and land on the bench opposite to her. You’re dressed in your best. Where you managed to get this she doesn’t even dare ask because it definitely doesn’t belong to you. She can’t deny you look handsome in it but also a little out of place given how she knows you. You look like you’d fit in right with the upperclass in your silks, gold trims and crystal beads. There you are with a trademark smile and a slight flush to your cheeks. 
“Sorry I’m late. I uh- had some things to arrange.” You scratch the back of your neck nervously. Imogen doesn't think she’s ever seen you nervous. “So, how has your day been?” You try to calm your own nerves but your thoughts are practically shouting at her so she catches up on every single detail. 
“Good. My day’s been uneventful up until now that is.” She blurts out awkwardly brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. Neither of you are sure what to do or say to pass the time. All of your own charisma seems to have been lost the moment you swung into the carriage and Imogen being Imogen doesn’t quite know how to handle herself in any sort of close quarters when feelings are involved. Did she just admit to her own feelings? Oh gods. Oh gods. Oh gods. 
“I’ve got some surprises for you.” Stay on track, dude. Stay on track. You didn’t plan all of this into the fine details to screw up because you got inexperienced teenager levels of anxious. 
“Hm-huh.” She nods biting her lips looking like a deer caught in the torchlight. Despite you being completely off kilter you still catch on to something there. Like Imogen knows more than she’s letting on. She might be a decently accomplished liar but she’s feeling anxious too and why would she feel anxious if she doesn’t know anything? 
She knows. Shit. She knows. 
“Yeah I do.” You didn’t realise you blurted your thoughts out until Imogen confirmed what you expected. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to read your thoughts and I didn’t want to ruin your hard work because you’ve put so much effort into this and that’s really nice and I don’t think anyone has ever done something this nice for me.” She rambles and the stress dissipates from the both of you now the cat’s out of the bag. Still there’s some nerves but not as disastrously paralysing as you’d been experiencing up until this moment. 
“I won’t deny, I’m a tiny bit disappointed you know what I’ve been up to all this time, but I still think I can surprise.” The carriage stops. You reach inside your breast-pocket, pull out some papers and unfold them. Next you stick your hand out of the window, cutting off the guard even asking for them. That guard sounded familiar to Imogen somehow. Once given the all clear the carriage begins moving again at a leisurely pace. Imogen looks outside. You’ve reached the Conservatory and are traveling down the path of the campus towards one of the buildings- towers, she corrects herself. This one doesn’t seem to match your blueprints. 
“We’ve got a change of venue.” The horses stop, a final halt and you open the door, offering Imogen a hand as you get out with a somewhat mocking bow. Who says chivalry is dead? Okay, maybe it is but at least you get to be funny about it and the smile it brings to her face is more than worth partaking in some severely outdated customs. You allow her to loop her arm through yours and guide her up the steps into the building. Imogen looks around. The room is beautiful, filled with books and devices she recognises to be ones used to study the skies. The ceiling holds a sky map and each star seems to shine like the real deal. You lead her ahead towards the stairs and up, and up and up. It’s quite a bit of a walk and perhaps a good thing Imogen can’t see how high up you currently are. Maybe that’s why you chose this place? 
Stepping out onto the top level of the tower, the gentle breeze calms and cools the warm humid day. The view is beautiful, overlooking the other spires, the firelight signalling life, visible all around, the stars out up above. It’s magnificent. Imogen doesn’t think she’s ever been this high up. Still solid ground beneath her feet helps the fact she doesn’t feel the pressure of heights she usually does. She feels safe to take a peak, though she’d still refrain from moving too close to the balcony edge. At the centre of the deck a table for two is set. Vases of flowers surround the table from the floor and pedestals showing a wide array of bright colours and kinds. 
“This-this is beautiful. I don’t know what to say.” Imogen says taken aback as she takes her seat and you yours. You whistle loudly and up comes scurrying a familiar scribe with plates in tow setting them out in front of the both of you before taking a step back. You make a gesture for the scribe to lighten up a little and not give the seething glare you get. Imogen could never forget that annoying scribe that’s been a nuisance ever since she’s been trying to get into the conservatory. Getting in with Eshteross’ help had been satisfying but she can’t deny some smug satisfaction at the fact that same one is now serving you dinner at one of their precious places of learning. The scribe fills your glasses. 
“Is there anything else you might need?” The scribe asks.
“No thank you. You’re dismissed, for now.” You wave the scribe off who leaves the deck back down the stairs. Imogen can’t keep her laughter contained and you’ll consider that a job well accomplished. 
“How did you even-?” Imogen can’t even find the right words to ask. 
“Convince them I’m some big shot lord’s son from Eos? Well I robbed the bastard last time I was there, stole his seal and forged the papers based of what Eshteross gave you with some modifications appropriate for my newfound status and here we are. Also the restaurant I initially picked suffered some animated cutlery and had to close down for a bit so like I said; I had to improvise and thought, why not use the papers I used to rob the place- that reminds me!” You pull out a neatly packed gift, lilac ribbon neatly tied into an intricate bow. Imogen takes it, undoes the ribbon and tears away the paper. It’s a book? It seems familiar. She opens to the intro page and-oh gods. 
“That’s the-“ She doesn’t even finish that sentence and just stares wide eyed. 
“You said you regretted not taking it so I decided to liberate it from the library on your behalf. Fair warning, you might want to store it in your bag on our way out. They might not miss it but I won’t put it behind them to recognise it.” You say sheepishly. Imogen’s hand finds your cheek and cups it. She rises slightly to cover the distance and kisses your cheek quickly. 
“Thank you. You have no idea what that means to me, what all of this means for that matter.” She gives you the most genuine look you’ve ever seen. As someone who’s used to doing things to gain something from others, it warms your heart that the one time you truly do something because you want to and like the person, having nothing to gain from them, you feel wanted and appreciated. That to you is more than enough. You don’t need anything else. You just want to see Imogen happy and by the looks of it, as per her words; she is. 
“Plenty more in store.” You wink pulling the silver covers from your plates to reveal a delicacy Imogen immediately recognises. She could kiss you. She just might if she can get over the nerves. Tonight is perfect. You’re perfect. Everything is perfect. 
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Interesting to see that the party had 4 potential threads for bringing Laudna back :
Lord Eshteross' vague answer
Jienna Hexum's not-so-disinterested help
Delilah
Keyleth, Voice of the Tempest, leader of the Air Ashari, bosss of Orym, and connection to the Lord and Lady of Whitestone
By order of what I believed could be the safest bet, both in-game (the party trusts Lord Estheross more than Lady D), and what Matt seems to think about connections to Vox Machina (but I based this from the faces he made and the rule he enforced in CR2, so... not very scientific bases). I have to add, just between Hexium and Lady D., the perspective offered by taking Armand Treshi to Mistress Seshadri and exchanging that for a favor, discovered when talking to Lord Eshteross...
And, one by one in that order, they all got closed off pretty quick. Lord Eshteross revealed he only had access to a quick way of transport, via a favor he owns. Jienna Hexum comes with a huge price, though not defined clearly by her, I think Bells Hells were right when they said she wanted F.C.G.. Mistress Seshadri said she wasn't in the business of divine favors, and suggested they use their money to buy them such favors (but how ? when they hardly know someone who could that in the city ?). Lady Briarwood fades away as Laudna stays dead.
So pretty quickly my own thoughts of "Mmmh I don't really know if Matt's gonna authorize them to use the Vox Machina connection" went right out of the window. Because obviously the intent of the players regarding trying to revive Laudna was pretty clear, and even that, they have to have discussed it, with Marisha and Matt. And Matt plays a game where death is no mere thing, and the perspective of reviving someone is difficult (even if is definitely a possibility in D&D). But he also would not leave a viable option for a path his players want to try. So as the options were closing... None were left but the perspective of meeting Keyleth. And I could not be more surprised AND overjoyed.
Let's go to Whitestone, babyyyyyy !
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genderfluidloki · 1 year
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I love Lord Estheross so fucking much and I accidentally saw that he’s gonna die and I’m so upset. He’s my favorite.
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Pls don't let it be Lord Estheross!!
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the-relvin-temult · 2 years
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estheross: just remember. do NOT stray from the Honored Paths
orym, two seconds after they set off: *jumps off his horse and off the trails to chase a rabbit*
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esthesiaart · 2 years
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Let's say the truth: we all loved Estheross baking cakes and Orym's talk about pies. And so my non-serious brain figured this out, haha! Who will win the challenge? No one knows, but the rest of the group appreciates being judges! 💕
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oryms-braincell · 2 years
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Lord Eshteross: Keep a low profile.
Ashton: Obviously. I'm not an idiot. I'm even wearing a mask.
Lord Eshteross: You're wearing the horrificly uncanny not-quite-human visage of the fey-monster that is terrorizing this city and probably being paid by someone at this party, as a mask.
Ashton:
Ashton: oh ye
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misscryptidart · 2 years
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If Hell's Bells could get their shit together and actually stick to a plan they could be running Marquet in a week
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teatitty · 2 years
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If Lord Eshteross dies at any point I really will find a way to teleport through my screen to fight Matthew Mercer 1v1 leave my orc grandpa ALONE
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