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scurvgirl · 1 year

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Some Uncle Grog fluff for your Sunday. Shout-out to all my fellow dyslexics out there.

Anyways, here is little Wolfe De Rolo bonding with his Uncle Grog.

While Vox Machina wasn't always together anymore, there were times where they made sure to be together. Winter's Crest was one of those times. Grog was in Whitestone Castle, getting ready to head out to the bakery before probably working out with the Whitestone guards - gotta remind them that defense isn't ALL in the guns.

Grog walked through the hall when his ear twitched at a noise. Huh. That was weird. Curious, he turned and opened up the door closest to him. It was closet, full of mostly blankets but also Wolfe.

"Oh it's just you, Uncle Grog." The boy sighed.

"Uh what do you mean by that, just Uncle Grog?"

"I mean you're not...one of them."

"Who?"

He sighed again, "My tutors. Leona....my parents."

"Hmm, Percy has been in a pissy mood lately."

Wolfe shrugged, "Mum's pregnant, he's always in a mood when she's pregnant. But that's not why I'm in here. Look I just...I just can't do school today."

"Oh, well you want to go out with me? I was gonna pick up sweets then hit some stuff."

Wolfe's eyes lit up, "Yes! I'd love to do that!"

"Alright! Let's go, little buddy."

"Hey! I'm tall for my age!"

Still small to Grog but maybe Wolfe was right - he wasn't gnome sized even. "Medium buddy!"

They headed to the bakery, picked up a bunch of bear claws then headed to the training yard.

"Alright, boys put down your little fun sticks - time to practice some REAL combat!" Grog shouted, ready to get a nice brawl going when...hm. Wolfe was here. Vex had two, no, THREE rules for the babies. One, no beer. Two, no brawls. Three, no house of lady favors. It limited Grog severely BUT maybe...maybe he didn't need to brawl but show Wolfe some beginner steps. Percy certainly didn't seem to be training the boy for anything for guns and school. It occurred to Grog then that he could teach Wolfe how to be strong.

"Make room for the...little lord Wolfe De Rolo! Today, he learns how to be strong!" There's a pause before the guards hollar and hoot in agreement. Wolfe smiles brightly up at Grog which makes him feel a weird warm tingly feeling in his chest. Not bad, kinda like when Pike heals him but also not like that. Cool.

For the next several hours Grog showed Wolfe how to train. They did push ups, sit ups, pull ups...lots of ups, not many downs. He even showed Wolfe how to properly hold a sword and how to punch without breaking your fingers.

Grog called the end when Wolfe started looking like he was maybe a bit in pain or too tired. No sense in making his nephew hurt.

"Alright! That was good! Keep working out like that and maybe you'll be as ripped as me one day."

"That was intense but good. I liked it, I think my body may feel different tomorrow - but this was good. What do we do now?"

"Now we go to the bar! Like strong men do!" That earned Grog another bright smile and warm feeling in his chest.

They headed to a tavern where Grog bought himself some ale, a giant sandwich and....a giant sandwich for Wolfe too.

"You got a weapon you think you would like?"

Wolfe smiled, "Mum has us practicing the bow, which I like. But...I want to try an axe."

"Atta boy!" He reached over and clasped Wolfe's shoulder. "So, you gonna tell me why you didn't want your parents and...others to find you today?"

The smile on Wolfe's faded and the warm feeling in Grog's chest was replaced with a twisty feeling he did NOT like.

"It's...embarrassing."

"Oh, did you poop your pants or something?"

"No! Nothing like that. I just..." Wolfe sighed, "everyone in my family is so smart. Dad invented guns and mum is so, so good with money and Vesper knows so many languages now. Leona reads so fast, and even little Danny is beginning to read. But...I'm not like that. Reading...is so hard, Uncle Grog. It doesn't make sense in my head, the letter and the sounds... they thought my eyes were bad like Leona but nope, it's not my eyes. I'm just...not smart."

The twisty feeling in Grog's chest worsened. It reminded him too much of the hard parts of being in Vox Machina, of always being around smart people.

Wolfe kept going, "But...maybe I don't need to read. Maybe I can just be strong! Like you, Uncle Grog!"

That...felt wrong. This was Percy and Vex's boy, and more...Grog hated he couldn't read for so long. Hated books, hated words, hated...his brain. Wolfe shouldn't go through that.

"We worked a lot on being strong today. You did some really good work. But being strong isn't all about muscles." He said carefully, thinking about Earthbreaker Gruun.

"It isn't?"

Grog shook his head, "Strength is about doing hard things. Doing things that make you work. You don't get strong by doing easy things. You get strong by doing the work and...and standing by your friends because sometimes that's hard too.

"Sure, you could get all muscly like me but you have to ask, Wolfe - where does your strength come from?"

Wolfe was silent for a long moment before he sniffled, "I don't know, Uncle Grog."

"That's okay. You can answer that later. But first, reading is a challenge, yeah?" Wolfe nodded. "Meet the challenge. Beat it. And if what you're doing isn't working, then WE can find a way that does."

"Okay...will you help? I don't think I can do it alone."

Grog smiled at the boy and clasped his shoulder again, "Of course. And when you need a break, we can BREAK stuff!"

"Yeah!"

They finished their afternoon meal before heading back to the castle. Halfway there, a familiar, pissy voice came in over the earring.

"Grog Strongjaw, tell me you have my son with you."

"Hey, Percy. Yeah, Wolfe's here. We had a good man day!"

"MAN DAY?! Did you take my son to a brothel?! He's NINE, GROG!"

"Relax! We got sweet, hit stuff, then got sandwiches at the tavern."

A long suffering sigh phased through the earring. "Just...bring him home."

"Already on our way."

Wolfe looked up at Grog, "Is he mad?" Grog shrugged.

"He'll get over it. Hey, you wanna ride on my shoulders?"

"Hells yeah!" Grog hoisted him up and they finished the rest of the walk this way with Wolfe peering down at everyone who was suddenly much shorter than him.

They reached the castle, which meant meeting a pissy Percy, a perturbed Vex, and put-out tutors. Grog took the blame - he wanted some alone Uncle Grog time with Wolfe. He could take his friends' annoyance. Leona and Vesper took Wolfe aside to go play upstairs while the grown-ups stayed in the study.

"So uh, Wolfe told me that reading is hard for him."

Percy waved him off, "Yes, we know, we are working on it-

"Well, it's not working. I'm gonna stay to help. Show him what worked for me."

Vex looked at Percy and shrugged, "He makes a good point, darling."

They all talked a little longer, working out what Percy called "logistics."

Before the children went to bed, Wolfe ran over to Grog and gave him a hug.

"You're the best uncle, Uncle Grog. Thank you."

Grog held him a little tighter. He was a good uncle. That warm little feeling in his chest returned in full strength.

#grog strongjaw #wolfe de rolo #perc'ahlia babies #critical role #critical role fanfiction #vox machina #fanfiction #scurv writes #percy de rolo #vex'ahlia #perc'ahlia #it gets the tag for being briefly mentioned

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criticalpolls · 1 year

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#Critical Role #Polls #Velora Vessar #Kiri CR #Luc Brenatto #TJ Lionett #Matilda Bradbury #Laudna #de Rolo Family #Gwendolyn de Rolo #Vesper Elaina de Rolo #Leona de Rolo #Wolfe de Rolo #Vax'ildan de Rolo #Clarabelle Clay

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blorbologist · 2 years

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Yknow! I'm very, very intrigued by the implications of Gwendolyn still being a child and the twins being teens or very young adults - matching the portrait dated to roughly a decade before this point in the timeline.

Because though their ages could have been shifted around, Vesper's can't. She was a baby in Dalen's Closet, she's Beau's age. She's 30-31 while the next oldest siblings are teens, maybe very early twenties at best.

Which implies a fair gap between the firstborn and any other kids.

It got me thinking -

In the epilogue, initially, Percy seems extremely set on continuing to adventure. Not settle down - just drop into Whitestone to have kids then keep on wandering. Which, no, young man, that's not how babies and kids work. I'm fairly certain Tal and Laura hadn't discussed Vex being pregnant with Vesper by this point in the timeline when this conversation happened, given she's on a pretty similar page and not smugly going 'surprise! Baby #1 is on the way!'

My original way of integrating Percy's post-campaign wanderlust with canon was that they'd planned to keep looking for trouble, but Vesper was an accident and both just. Absolutely wanted to give her the very best (see, Syldor being an asshole and Percy's parents n siblings being murdered) so they buckled down and fell in love with the family life to have the twins a few years later. And with another kid or two popping out every few years, there would almost always be one small enough to really need the parents' on-hand and the stability + safety + support of the castle, so roadtrips would become a distant dream for a decade or two.

Now, with this age gap between Vesper and her siblings? I wonder if they did get to have roadtrips.

Not immediately, not for a few years probably, with just a few days break here n there when Cass or Keyleth could watch Vesper.

But once Vesper's, like? Kindergarten age?

The family could have adventured a bit.

Obviously only safe stuff, but the image of Percy, Vex and Vesper taking little escapades into the wilds or down the roads often for the next few years, hell potentially for a while, is very sweet to me.

That or leaving Vesper with Cass once she's old enough to see it as a treat and not a terrible thing, but! Percy with Vesper on his shoulders while Vex cheerfully haggles down the cost of a room! Vex holding Vesper's hand steady so she can cook a treat over the campfire. Family cuddle piles! Vesper tossing scraps at a raven watching them and Vex fucking crying!

And obviously either something Bad Happened, or they realized this was no way to raise Whitestone's heir long-term, or Vex was like 'shit I'm pregnant again', and they settled a little more permanently. Because the age gaps between the twins and Gwen (and thus between them and Vax’ildan) seems a lot smaller, so maybe they got it out of their system.

With Leona and Wolfe in ranger leathers, though, the older kids are likely enjoying the wilds under Vex's watch to some degree and I for one am thrilled at the idea of complete de Rolo family adventures.

Also, Vesper being their only child for a while Absolutely changes her character as many of us imagine her - a solid dose of only child syndrome and being way older than her siblings! Much to think about!

#critical role #critical role spoilers #cr spoilers #critrole spoilers #vex'ahlia #percival de rolo #perc'ahlia #percahlia #gwendolyn de rolo #vesper de rolo #wolfe de rolo #leona de rolo #de rolo kids #de rolo family

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essayofthoughts · 11 months

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Any angst HCs for crunchy moments as the quarter elves grow up? Close calls, or bad illness, or being lost, or assailants in Whitestone, or a parent scaring the kids, anything that'd give Vex and Percy nightmares? >:3c

Some of these are crunchy, some are just tasty, all are some flavour of angsty. Some definitely give Percy and Vex nightmares, some are just awful moments that stick with a person in a different way, a lasting underlying worry that persists afterwards while never being so much as to fully form a nightmare.

I hope you enjoy.

Vesper

So, you know I don't think that Vesper is actually an aasimar. I think she's planetouched, I just don't think she's a full aasimar. And... I think that gets to her as she's growing up? Because look. She has the white hair, she learned Celestial practically at her father's knee, she knows so much stuff about Pelor thanks to her mum but-

She's not angelborn. She's just a person. And I think there's a lot of people who try to put her on a pedestal because they want to believe that she's an aasimar, especially Whitestone natives. What better shows the healing of Whitestone from the depredations of necromancy and undeath and demons than an aasimar?

So I think she feels a lot of pressure growing up from this, from being put on a pedestal of expectations and belief and I think she struggles with that a lot! Who wouldn't! And she's her parents' firstborn and after so much loss as well just- that's a lot on this little girl's shoulders!

I think there's probably a total screaming, crying, sobbing meltdown at some point when she's about six or seven after some kid at a big diplomatic gathering says something to her about angels and she just finally breaks over it which I think is the point Percy and Vex intervene. I don't know that they'd necessarily noticed it before, especially because a lot of it would be small, or only directed directly at Vesper as she grows, or would be things easily passed off as, well, Vesper is the firstborn of the newly renewed de Rolo family.

I think this may also be why she ends up supporting Cass more as she grows, because Cass too knows what it's like to be faced with a huge amount of expectations and, moreover, to have to shoulder it, and so I think she understands Vesper's struggles better than most, and in turn, helps Vesper see what she can be regardless of others' beliefs and expectations. But yeah, I do think she gets treated quite gently for a bit after the melt because... well. I think she's very well behaved for the most part - partly due to her own nature and partly due to the expectations, kind of a hint of Gifted Kid Syndrome.

This said, I think this also means she understands Gwen and the difficulties Gwen is likely to face a great deal better than most except for like. Zahra and other actual tieflings, and I think Vesper is probably Gwen's favourite sibling for that exact reason.

Leona

Look. She didn't like glasses. She didn't. Yes they mean she can see but they're right there, dad! right at the end of her nose! All the time! I think she takes some time to get used to them and is never particularly pleased with the fact she needs them. I think she's also more than a bit jealous that clearly Vex's perceptiveness evened out to perfect eyesight for all her other siblings, hey mum, no fair!

I don't think she ever did something terribly reckless about it, like looking up spells supposed to help eyesight and trying to cast them... but I think she definitely looked them up. I think she also looked up an awful lot of hare-brained schemes and constantly gave her parents heart attacks over what new deranged idea she'd come up with.

But I think the worst is when she ran off into the woods after some kind of argument, likely with Wolfe, confident in what ranging she'd learned from Vex to keep her safe...

Only it was dark and she was upset and she got lost.

And then. It started to rain.

It was a very rough night out in the woods in those circumstances. Leona knew enough to climb into a tree, out of reach of most of the predators, and in hope of being able to perhaps spot a landmark in day, but it's hard to stay balanced while you're sleeping so she dozed but didn't really get much rest.

When she woke there was a Wolf at the bottom of the tree.

Not a Wolfe, to be clear. At that point, Wolfe would be welcome. But a Wolf, very much deserving of the capital letter because it was big, and it was watching up at her with very clever, aware eyes.

Oh no, Leona thinks. I'm going to get eaten.

But the Wolf doesn't try to jump up. There's no scuff marks on the trunk suggesting it might have. Indeed, there's a whole puddle of wolf footprints of various sizes around the foot of the tree, but only this one Wolf waiting.

Softly, the Wolf barks, and turns to point it's nose towards a slight gap between two bushes. When Leona looks in that direction, pushing branches out of her way-

She can see her father's clocktower.

Oh. Hadn't her mother said there was a giant wolf in the woods? Galdric, companion of the last Champion of the Raven Queen?

Well, she's always been down for a harebrained scheme. She clambers down the tree carefully, bit by bit, never entirely sure the Wolf wouldn't attack - she's harebrained at times but not stupid - but it never jumps, just occasionally whines a little until she plants both feet on the ground. Then it sniffs around her once, twice, and starts walking in the direction it had looked earlier. When it gets to the bushes it pauses, glancing back.

It's different in a wolf's face than a bear's, but Leona recognises Trinket's "aren't you following?" look.

In a few hours, she's at the treeline. A few minutes after she's at the town wall, her hand buried in Galdric's fur - it has to be Galdric - as he walks her the last few steps to the gate. As soon as one of the Hunters runs up to her, he turns and heads back off to the woods.

(Leona cries when Vex runs up to her and wraps her in a hug. It's okay - Vex is crying too.)

Wolfe

I think he at one point had quite a nasty fall.

There's a lot of ravens in Whitestone, especially after Vax's passing, and some of these ravens I imagine end up getting very bold. Whether they're RQ ravens or regular ones, corvids are smart and I wouldn't be surprised if over the years they get bold enough to pull a seagull - stealing food, landing on people's heads, etc.. And... I imagine all of the children know about their mother's brother and the gaping hole it left in their family and they know the ravens are linked to that. I strongly believe that being visited by the ravens becomes something the children impute meaning into, whether or not there's any divine influence in play - see the next entry on this in a second - and that they see it as meaning they're on the right path, what fate intends, that they're being watched over by their uncle.

I also think that children are little shits and probably like to play stupid games with each other and even with animals. So... I can see them chasing around some of the bolder ravens, encouraging them close and playing something like tag with them. Ravens do play, and there's magic in whitestone which is in the mountains around the city and would seep into the plants and thus the wildlife - I would be unsurprised if there was a little magical hint in the local area making animals a little smarter or more magical.

So... Wolfe chasing one of the ravens for tag. Running around the gardens, climbing trees and up to a tower window and on to the ramparts...

Except. Ravens can fly.

Little boys can't.

Between Vex and Keyleth and Pike, I think Wolfe is fine, physically. I think he is very afraid of heights for a good long while after, if not his whole life, and I think there's times when, despite all that magical healing, he remembers how it hurt to impact the ground like that, and want to curl small, to protect all those raw edges.

I think that's why he tries to stand so tall otherwise. Not unlike his father with all his shielding layers, I think Wolfe tries to find ways to hide or obscure the hurts he wants to forget ever happened.

Vax'ildeux

Well, for a very simple one: I think Danny saw his brother fall. I think he was the one to get their parents, and I think the visual of his brother crumpled on the ground stuck with him for a good long while.

But I promised ravens and their imputed meanings for this one so: as some of you may know, I have a very firm headcanon that Vax2 is trans.

Now, him being trans isn't too much of an issue. Exandria is by and large all for gender rights, and his family is more than wealthy enough to enable him to transition to whatever degree he wants. I think it was a bit tricky for him figuring it out but once he had I think telling his family wasn't too much trouble.

I think the trouble came for him in picking a new name.

Looking at the various de Rolo siblings several are named after lost family members (Vesper Elaina, Wolfe, Gwen (Melanie)) and while we don't know for certain that Leona or Wolfe's middle "Kristoff" are lost family members for Percy I also wouldn't be surprised. I think, therefore, it is not unlikely that Vax2's deadname also referred to lost family members! And shedding it feels a bit disrespectful, and that's even before picking a name which feels right and appropriate - I think it took him a long time to settle.

I think he absolutely considered his dad's brothers for names - Julius, Oliver, Ludwig - but given none of the children are named for them, I'm almost inclined to say that Cass called dibs on getting to use their siblings' other names if she ever had children. And I imagine the kids love and respect their Auntie Cass, so those names were out unless he wanted to go begging to Auntie Cass - which he absolutely could do but I think he probably felt was a bit intimidating.

So... his dad's brothers' names were out... but what about his mother's brother's?

But he knows that name is a raw thing not just for his mum but for his dad and for his Auntie Keyleth, so could he, really? Could he take that name on? It's a heavy name too, one with meaning to a lot of people, and him taking it on would mean something, and of course he couldn't be Vax2, but-

It's a long name. "Danny" rolls easily enough off the tongue.

And the more he thinks about it, the more he likes it.

The more he thinks about it, the more he notices the ravens sitting at his window as he mulls it over, tries to think what name to go with it - not one of his father's brothers' names, obviously, but what about his grandfather? His father bears a piece of his father's name, so that's a name Percy has dibs on, not Cass, so.. Vax'ildan Frederick. That sounds right.

And the raven watching caws.

Well. That settles it.

The really really daunting thing is talking to his parents and to his Aunt Keyleth, to find out if they'd be okay with his new name. If it wouldn't be too much. If it wouldn't hurt them if he claimed it - it would help him to have a name that fit, yes, but he doesn't want that at the cost of hurting his loved ones.

Isn't it lucky, after all, that they think it fits as well?

Gwendolyn

I think the thing that prompted the family moving from the manor and into the castle, out of Vex's own personal home and to Percy's family home which holds so many bad memories for him, is that someone made an attempt on Gwen's life.

After all, she's a tiefling, how can that be right or true! Her mother is a divine champion, her father freed Whitestone (and made a demon deal AND a devil contract, but how many people know about that? None likely to share them, except for Scanlan, and Scanlan is capable of tact on a rare day) - obviously this is some awful joke that needs to be Fixed.

"Fixed" just happens to mean at the end of a bloodied knife to some.

So someone got into the manor and someone attacked Gwen and between Trinket and the other children and the Grey Hunt members in the manor at the time, the person does not make it out well or even possibly alive. Gwen is unscathed.

But Percy and Vex have the very difficult discussion of what to do. Stay at the manor and try to increase security? And the manor is ideal for Vex, for diplomatic jobs to Emon (tree teleport with Keyleth), generally leaving out the main road) or jobs in the Parchwood (just outside city limits) or dealing with Hunt business (it is Grey Hunt headquarters) and it's hers, it was given to her by Percy, it means, so much - but their children mean more. And after the Briarwoods, Cass (who knows all the castle's secret passages) has made it frighteningly secure. They cannot make the manor the same kind of secure.

(The other children, the older children, are having nightmares, terrified that they'll wake up and find Gwen gone, or wake up and find someone standing over them with a knife, terrified in their own home-)

So they move up to the castle.

Gwen is so young she barely remembers - she learns later through some comment made by one of her siblings - but the rest of them remember. The rest of them cannot forget.

#vesper de rolo #leona de rolo #wolfe de rolo #vax'ildan de rolo #gwendolyn de rolo #blorbologist #ask #living up to my username #cr headcanons

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rightpastnowhere · 11 months

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Zone of Truth with the twins? >:D

hurt/comfort spell ask meme

so... i know who you meant by "the twins"........ but since you didn't specify in words i am going to be mean >:D

ZONE OF TRUTH: You create a magical zone that guards against deception in a 15-foot-radius sphere centered on a point of your choice within range. Until the spell ends, a creature that enters the spell's area for the first time on a turn or starts its turn there must make a Charisma saving throw. On a failed save, a creature can't speak a deliberate lie while in the radius. You know whether each creature succeeds or fails on its saving throw.

An affected creature is aware of the spell and can thus avoid answering questions to which it would normally respond with a lie. Such creatures can be evasive in its answers as long as it remains within the boundaries of the truth.

also this prompt got way out of control whoopsie. i used this as a warm-up to get back into writing after my very long hiatus, so it's not my best, but i love the twins <3 so here you go!!!

It's dark.

Not dark enough to blind - he has darkvision to thank for that, enough elven blood passed down for that - but dark enough to obscure details, to mess with his sense of where he is. His hands are tied, but not his feet, so theoretically he could try to get up and flee, but-

A panicked whimper, small and quiet, from beside him reminds him why he can't just up and run. They'd taken Leona's glasses, smashing them under heel, and darkvision doesn't amount to shit when your vision's that bad.

"What are we gonna do?" Leona whispers, a shrill string of her voice threading through in her panic, and he doesn't want to snap but she's being too loud. "Mum and Dad don't know where we are, we don't know where we are, we don't know what they want-"

"It's okay, Leo," he hisses, not to scold but just to interrupt - he's switched into elvish, too, just in case none of them speak it. He wishes, more than ever, that he'd paid more attention in any of Mum's other language lessons. "They'll be able to find us. Mum can find anything, remember? Like when Egg dropped her necklace in the garden that one time?"

He can see Leo's eyes when she turns, and meets them as steadily as he can, even knowing that she can't see the details of his face from this close. "It's okay," he whispers again, as fierce and solid as he can. "We'll be okay."

The door to the room they're in opens, allowing a single woman to step through. She walks over slowly, heeled boots clicking on the floor; each click is in time with his heart until the latter picks up pace, gradually running out of sync until his pulse is in his ears.

Breathe. Calm down. In, hold, out. In, hold, out. Dad's voice in his head, Mum's hands on his shoulders, a memory of a panic attack curled between the bookshelves of the family library.

Wolfe is usually one of the first to panic with things like this. He hates to admit it, especially in comparison to his siblings, some older-brother instinct

Leona's hand, somehow having found its way into his, squeezes so tight he feels his knuckles roll together; it hurts, but just enough to ground him.

"Do you know why you're here?" the woman asks, her words scraped at the edges by rough-accented Common.

"Because you brought us here?" The words trip out unbidden, stumbling past his lips in a shaky mockery of his usual snark, and he almost winces. This isn't the time to act smart.

You might want to throw out some cheesy one-liner or whatever to act cool, but it's not worth the risk, his mother's voice chimes from a memory, the three oldest kids sitting in on interrogation training with the newest Grey Hunt recruits. It might seem like a way of keeping the power on your side, but it's just as likely to make your captors even angrier.

Lesson one failed.

Luckily, the woman doesn't rise to the bait; she just chuckles, stepping closer to crouch down in front of them both. He shifts his body best he can, trying to put himself between her and Leona, trying to shield her.

"How cute," she says, "but you know that's not what I meant."

Wolfe swallows thickly.

"You're little de Rolo brats, aren't 'ya?" The woman leans forward, and Wolfe fights the instinctive urge to cower away. "I bet you know alllll sorts of secret entrances and whatnot into the castle, right?"

Shit.

"We never used those," Leona croaks from behind him. "Guess you fucked up and got the wrong kids."

She still manages to sound smug and haughty, even with her voice wobbling with fear. He would be proud in any other circumstance, but now he just holds back a wince, meeting the woman's eyes best he can as she frowns.

"If that's how it's gonna be," she growls, sending a shiver down Wolfe's arms. He feels a mirrored shudder go through his sister, trembling in her hands like an echo.

Another figure steps in through the door, this one cloaked and their face obscured. They're carrying an old, thick tome, and Wolfe has spent enough time around magic users to recognize a spellbook when he sees one.

"I'd just beat the answer out of you," the woman says, far too casual for Wolfe's liking, "but we don't have that kind of time. Your parents will probably catch on soon. So."

The cloaked one begins to murmur under their breath, and Wolfe curls back, bracing himself for whatever is about to hit them. Leona goes tense, squeezing his hand again and burying her face against his shoulder.

He feels the magic as it hits him, but it doesn't hurt. It... it feels like something is pushing at his mind, in his mind, like a Message or a Sending but much, much stronger. Like pushing through a locked door. He thinks to brace himself, somehow, but before he can, the lock is broken, and magic floods through his head.

"Let's try this again." The woman leans closer, too close, he can smell her breath from here. "Do you know where the secret tunnels into the castle are?"

Wolfe tries to say No, with as much force and conviction as when he tried to convince Mum that he hadn't snuck out or that it was Leona who'd pranked the Curator. But when he opens his mouth, all that comes out is a choked, strangled sound.

He and Leona tense up at the same time. Zone of Truth.

The woman grins at their realization. "You kids are smart, I'll give'ya that. Now are you smart enough to stay alive?"

Half-truths, his father's voice reminds him, a sudden reminder of an old lesson. Mum had called him paranoid, and Dad had said he was just cautious. If staying silent is too much of a danger, try and get by on half-truths. Don't give away anything that you don't have to.

He scrambles to think of something to say, something that's just true enough to get by. He can't deny the existence of the secret passageways, and he can't say he's never used them... dammit, think think think-

He feels Leona pinch at his hand, breaking his train of thought. He resists the urge to snap at her, wondering what the hell she's getting at, when he remembers the scar that sits right under her thumb and forefinger.

The scar he got from climbing in their bedroom window - or, more specifically, from the tree just outside it that he'd hastily scrambled up to avoid being caught by the guards. The tree that he always climbed to get back in after sneaking out.

Gods, his sister is a fucking genius.

"I've never gotten into the castle using secret entrances," he says, confident and certain, locking eyes with the woman as her lip curls into a snarl. He thinks of his mother, every time Syldor has come to visit; he thinks of his father, every time someone questions the integrity of Whitestone.

He thinks of them both as they tell him, be brave.

The woman growls, and he does not flinch. She doesn't do anything, just turns to his sister, and somehow that is harder to stay strong in the face of.

"What about you?" the woman hisses. "You gonna be more useful to us?"

He feels Leona's hand tighten around his before she says, "I've never used them in my life."

Wolfe swallows down a shocked noise, because yes the fuck she has. Leona was the first one of the twins to discover them - she'd been tailing Vesper through the halls, and turned a corner to find their older sister had disappeared. Leona used them far more than Wolfe did, even if it was mostly for traveling within the castle than getting out of it.

But if she was able to say that, bold-faced, then... she must have resisted the spell. Leona, with the lowest constitution out of all of the family, managed to resist the spell.

Holy shit.

The woman snarls again, but turns her ire to the cloaked figure instead. "Did your stupid fucking spell even work?"

"I - I knew I felt it catch, but I..." The cloaked figure pulls out the spell book again and hastily flips through it, ripping at least one page along the way.

He never gets a chance to find it; there's two arrows through his neck before he can, and his book falls to the ground only a second before he does. The woman barely has a chance to draw the crude-looking axe from behind her back before the crack of a gun fills the air, and her head bursts into a bright-red spray. Wolfe cringes back instinctively, and covers his face with his arm as well, but that's more to spare his own eyes from the gorey details.

Footsteps rush into the room, and Wolfe feels a gentle hand on his cheek - his mother's, from the uneven pattern of leather-covered and bare fingers, a signature of her archery gloves - and lowers his arm at her frantic voice calling his name.

She's kneeling in front of him, with her other hand a mirror on Leona's face, and Wolfe smiles in relief. He feels tears prick at his eyes when she sweeps a thumb across his cheekbone. "Hi, Mum," he chokes out, his throat thick with a building sob.

Leona echoes him, sounding similarly fragile, and their mother's face crumples into a shaky smile, her own eyes welling up with tears. "Hello, darlings."

Dad runs up just behind her, looking even more fraught than when Gwen had gone missing with one of his guns. "Are you two alright? Are you hurt?" He falls to his knees beside Mum, and Wolfe winces, thinking of his bad knee.

"We're fine, Dad," Leona says, her voice a little stronger. "I just can't fucking see."

Wolfe surprises himself with how loud he laughs. Maybe it's the stress of the situation, but something about Leona taking advantage of being actually fucking kidnapped to swear in front of their parents without consequences - because he knows they're going to be too relieved to have them back to lecture her, of course they are - just fucking breaks him.

Then Mum starts laughing too, and Dad looks at her the most bewildered Wolfe's ever seen, and that just makes him laugh even louder.

#okay so it's a lot of hurt and not a lot of comfort. oops.#wolfe de rolo #leona de rolo #perc'ahlia #critical role #percival de rolo #vex'ahlia de rolo #perc’ahlia #vex’ahlia #perc'ahlia children #the de rolo family #vox machina #blorbologist #I'M SORRY THIS IS SO FUCKING LONG LMAO #nova writes

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I saw people pointing out that the Tal’dorei campaign guide has Gwendolyn at around the age she is in c3 right now but it’s dated 10 years before c3, and i was confused by this too. I figured maybe matt fudged some ages cuz he wanted to showcase Percy being a big softie for an 8 year old.

but it just hit me, she’s of elven decent…like i immediately knew vex “looked” 30 but is in her late 50’s maybe 60’s, but it somehow didn’t occur to me that Gwendolyn, and by that metric all the De Rolo children, might ALSO be aging slower. Like, Vesper is in her 30’s (maybe late 20’s idk she’s roughly Beau’s age), but she might look like she’s in her early twenties or maybe even her mid-late teens. idk how does quarter elf aging work? (i know matt called the twins, Wolfe and Leona, Half-elves but whatever). It’s fully possible the Gwendolyn we’re seeing is in her teens but only looks 6-8.

(i know that according to official d&d lore elves, and by proxy half elves, are supposed to age like humans till maturity then slow down…but that makes absolutely no sense to me)

idk has matt talked anywhere about how elf/half elf aging (both before maturity and in general) work in Exandria specifically?

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pocketgalaxies · 2 years

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ARE WE GONNA MEET EVERY DE ROLO KID? IM CRYING

#btw obsessed with how POSH they all sound dkjfksjdkf spoiled lil rich kids (affectionate)#1h16m c3e36 #text #critical role #cr3 #cr lb #cr spoilers #wolfe de rolo #leona de rolo

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burr-ell · 1 year

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de rolo kids in order of how good they are about being fed when they're babies, from best to worst:

-leona and wolfe (the sooner they eat whatever it is the sooner they can get back to smacking each other with their stuffies)

-gwen (points docked for investigating the carrots instead of eating them)

-charlie (makes quite a mess but he eats it all, bless him)

-vesper (will only eat vegetables on the condition that she may give her parents the most condescending look a baby is capable of)

-vax (here to cause problems on purpose and will not eat the green beans and shan't ever eat the green beans. will accept fruit but only if offered with supplication)

yes percy has made scatter plots. no they don't make sense to anyone but vex, including himself

#critical role #cr1 spoilers #gwendolyn de rolo #vesper elaina de rolo #wolfe de rolo #leona de rolo #vax'ildan de rolo #perc'ahlia #quarter elves

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ravendruid · 11 months

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I saw the Danny and vex one and loved it! If you’re still doing them can I have “Squeezing their hand reassuringly and holding their hand throughout an intense social situation” with maybe vex and Wolfe?

Hi! I'm so sorry this took so long, I had a busy weekend and didn't have time to sit down and write. I don't think I've ever wrote Vex and Wolfe before, but this was extremely fun to write. I hope you enjoy it! Squeezing their hand reassuringly and holding their hand throughout an intense social situation

Wolfe’s bandaged shoulder screams in pain as he adjusts the strap across his chest. Sunset is quickly approaching, and the tall trees of the Parchwood Timberlands are behind him as he trudges through the path leading to Whitestone next to his mother and twin sister. As much as he loves his sister, Leona can be quite annoying, and she hasn’t shut up for who knows how long about getting the killing shot on their prey.

This isn’t the first time that the twins accompany Vex’ahlia on a hunting expedition. They have been doing so since they came of age two years ago and have shown interest in the activity – Wolfe more than his sister. He knows that, secretly, the only reason why Leona insists on going on hunting trips with him and their mother is that she’s incapable of staying back in the castle without him. And if Wolfe wants to be honest with himself, he is equally incapable of being separated from his twin.

Leona’s successful kill would have been different a couple of years ago when the twins started hunting. However, his sister’s continuous bragging makes Wolfe’s blood boil as he already feels unworthy and like he’s not good enough. Leona knows better than anyone what is at stake for him. When Wolfe told his sister that he wanted to join the Grey Hunt a year ago, she simply shrugged and dismissed him, and yet, she practiced with him whenever he asked, accompanied him on hunts, and celebrated his achievements with him.

Wolfe knows the only reason his sister’s brags and teasing affect him so much is because of how nervous he is about the upcoming days. Finally, after months of waiting, a few days ago, he received a reply from the Grand Mistress of the Grey Hunt – which happened to be his mother – with a time and place for a formal meeting to prove he has what it takes to join the Grey Hunters. Since then, Wolfe has asked Vex’ahlia several times what the task will be, but his mother has remained silent, reassuring him it would be nothing to worry about. Yet, no matter how often she has told him that he will be more than capable of completing the task, Wolfe still has doubts.

They finally walk in through the back door leading to the kitchens – a habit they have so they avoid dragging mud across the castle – and Wolfe’s shoulder burns in pain again as he slides the off gun and hands it to the guard in charge of securing it. Leona is gone in a blink of an eye, hopping on one foot as she takes off her boots while crossing the kitchen to the lower washrooms, claiming she needs to wash off the guts and blood quickly before it dries. Wolfe motions to follow her, but a firm hand stops him in his tracks.

“What’s wrong with you, darling?” Vex cradles her fingers through Wolfe’s short, dark-brown hair.

“Nothing, Mom. My shoulder hurts, and I need to wash off the dirt.”

Wolfe can immediately tell his mother doesn’t believe him. She scrunches her nose in the way she always does when Vesper tells her she’s going for a quick walk after dinner, or when he and Leona tell their parents they skipped classes because they weren’t feeling good, or when Danny sneaks out to follow Vesper and returns full of mud from head to toe. Sometimes not even sweet, not-so-innocent Gwendolyn escapes the nose scrunch. But one thing they all have in common is that, even though their mother knows they are lying, she never pursues the subject – not unless she believes they are in danger, which is not the case – so it comes as a shock to Wolfe when Vex doesn’t drop the subject and interrogates him even further.

“Alright, Mom. Okay.” Wolfe slumps onto a nearby chair, looking at his mother in exasperation – and there it is, Vex’ahlia’s famous prideful smile of victory, the one she always sports when she returns from a successful hunt. “What if I can’t do it?” Wolfe turns his gaze away to his lap. He doesn’t want to see the look on her face. He can’t see her disappointment. “What if I can’t complete the task?”

“Darling,” Vex’s voice is soft and kind, just like she used to speak when he had a nightmare growing up. “I have full faith in your skills, and I know you will be successful. You are a wonderful tracker, almost as good as I am, and you have great aim.”

“That’s not hard,” Wolfe mumbles between his teeth. “Between you and dad…”

“Yes, well…” Vex’ahlia holds a chuckle. She knows he’s not wrong. “I still believe in you. I have seen you hunt. That has to account for something, right, darling?”

“I couldn’t do it today.”

“I know, dear,” Vex holds Wolfe’s face in her hands and brings it up to look into his piercing blue eyes – yet another thing he inherited from his father. “Leona might have won the killing shot, but you led us there. You tracked so easily that not even I had time to look. You built a trap with such short notice and skill that even your father would be envious. If it weren’t for you, Wolfe, your sister would have never managed to kill the beast.”

Wolfe knows his mother is right. She has many more years of experience as a ranger than he has of being alive. She has killed dragons, a god – she has met gods – and countless other monsters. He couldn’t help but wonder how many more deaths she assisted, how many traps his parents laid out so others could defeat their enemies, or how many times his mother tracked monsters and sustenance alike.

“Not all fights must end in death. Remember that,” Vex concluded with a wink.

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Wolfe’s mind didn’t rest much the following days. Although his mother’s words were still vivid in his mind, and Leona sang praises of his tracking skills to their siblings – or anyone that would hear her brag for more than 30 seconds – Wolfe’s doubts didn’t ease completely. Not until the morning of the meeting day.

Wolfe is in his room finishing getting ready when Leona barges in breathlessly. He is wearing his finest hunting gear for the occasion, and the look on his sister’s face tells him she’s about as nervous as he is.

“Wolfe,” she grabs his hands in hers. “Mother just informed me I cannot go with you.” There is panic in her voice, and Wolfe feels guilt creep up his throat. He knew this before. He knew she would not be allowed on the premises during the meeting, and he only hoped that whatever task this was, it would be quick, easy, and close to home.

“I know, Leo. I’m sorry.”

“What am I to do while you’re away?”

“I will only be gone for an hour, maybe two.” Wolfe offers his sister a reassuring smile, but she doesn’t take it.

“I believe in you, brother. I always have,” a tear falls from the corner of her eyes, and Wolfe motions to wipe it on her cheek. “You will be successful in whatever task mom has for you. I just know it.”

“That means a lot, Leo.” Wolfe pulls her in for a hug, and for some reason, hearing the words out of his sister’s mouth seems to ease any vestige of doubts he still has.

Wolfe and Vex’ahlia walk together to the Grey Hunt Manor, where the meeting will take place. To unfamiliar eyes, Vex seems relaxed and secure in her decision, but to Wolfe, who was trained day and night by her, she is nervous and concerned. He wonders why. Does it have anything to do with the task, or is it the idea of one of her children having to undergo this test she has given to many others, some even younger than him?

Vex holds her son’s hand as they draw closer, and before they cross the metal gate that leads to the property, she pulls Wolfe aside.

“Wolfe, no matter what happens, I want you to remember that I am incredibly proud of you, and I will always be, and so is your father,” Vex’ahlia says, in all seriousness.

Wolfe swallows. He feels like a little boy again, noticing the wrinkles in the corners of Vex’s eyes and the stray grey hairs she combed back into her signature braid with the raven feather in its rightful place behind her ear.

“I know,” He tells her confidently because if there is something he knows, it is his parents’ love and pride for their children.

Vex squeezes his hand reassuringly, and he squeezes hers back, knowing she needs it just as much as he does. She lets go before they walk into the dimly lit cabin, and while Wolfe doesn’t know what expects him, he knows he will overcome any challenge thrown his way.

#critical role #cr fic #vox machina #vex'ahlia #wolfe de rolo #prompted #I'm sorry this is so long. >_<#I've been having so much fun writing Vex and the kids. I hope I've been doing them justice <3

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Percival "Percy" Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III/Vex'ahlia, Cassandra de Rolo/Jarett Howarth Characters: Percival "Percy" Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III, Vex'ahlia (Critical Role), Wolfe Kristoff de Rolo, Leona Pike de Rolo, Cassandra de Rolo, Jarett Howarth Additional Tags: Original Character(s), Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Canon-Typical Violence Series: Part 25 of D's Critical Role Stories Summary: Percival and Vex'ahlia have their hands full with four children. But they make a conscious effort to spend time with each of their kids individually. Today is Wolfe's day to whatever he wants. Some time with their sweet and hilarious boy ends with surprising realizations. Join the De Rolos for a family day and night in old and new haunts in Whitestone

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The noblemen went over to squeeze in a pale yellow loveseat between his wife and son. Foils clinked with each attempted strike. Wolfe was watching with rapt attention as his aunt and uncle moved across the black and white tiled marble floor with speed and precision. Percy called out each point. Cass and Jarett both had two touches.

"Go, Auntie, go!"

“Get him Cass.” Vex called out, reminding her sister, “Remember your training you did with me!”

Percy cleared his throat, prompting his wife.

“Oh right, and your much older brother I suppose, dear.”

“Why thank you, my darling.”

#perc'ahlia #wolfe de rolo #cassandra de rolo #cr3 #cr fanfic

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quasieli · 2 years

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[Image description: A digital chibi drawing of the de Rolo siblings from Critical Role set against a royal blue background with gold stripes. The five siblings are arranged in a way that when they hold their arms out, they form a star shape. Going clockwise, first is Wolfe, then Vax'ildan Fredrick, then Vesper Elaina, then Gwendolyn, and finally Leona. All the siblings are wearing black sunglasses and smirking. Wolfe is a pale complexion half elf teen with short curly brown hair. He is wearing a two tone brown shirt over a white collared shirt. Vax'ildan Fredrick is a young pale complexion half elf boy with short curly brown hair. He is wearing a long sleeve blue shirt. Vesper Elaina is a young pale complexion half elf woman with long white hair in a braid. She is wearing a lilac dress with gold accents. Gwendolyn is a young red tiefling girl with long black hair in twin braids and small two pronged horns. She is wearing a poofy sleeved white dress. Leona is a pale complexion half elf teen with shoulder length curly brown hair. She is wearing a blue vest over a white collared shirt. End description.]

I was looking for a fun piece of fan art to do of at least one of the de Rolo kids in honor of episode 36 and was planning on doing something just simple and sweet, but then I found this pose ref and knew I had to do it. Perhaps I'll also draw their parents' reaction to this too lmao

#Eli's Art #CR Spoilers #CR 3 #de Rolo Family #Leona de Rolo #Wolfe de Rolo #Vax'ildan de Rolo #Vesper Elaina de Rolo #Gwendolyn de Rolo #this is so silly #but it was fun to draw!#love these kids #hope we get to see more of them!

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Just barfing out my personal de Rolo quarter elf headcanons somewhere so I can keep em together and share them! Given I know mine are often a bit weird compared to everyone else’s.

90% of my thoughts have been about Vesper and Leona, due to writing fics heavily involving them, so they take up the bulk of this ahaha oops

EVERY one of these kids is queer, I don’t make the rules, it’s the law of the land.

My personal take on their ages is that Vesper’s the (accidental, oops) firstborn, the twins followed 4-5 years later, Dan a year or two after them (probably a bit of a honeymoon phase after the twins finally started sleeping through the fuckin night), and Gwen 4-6 years later. Vesper is the only one to really get a fair amount of adventuring done, so I could see her being Level 6-12 by the time she’s done while the rest of the brood end up around levels 3-5 depending on their niche and interests.

Vesper:

I am of the opinion Vesper is an Aasimar, because if my timeline knowledge is correct Vex was pregnant with her when she became Pelor's Champion (and if not, I think that's still enough to bless your bloodline enough for an Aasimar, cmon), and I highly doubt she experienced the sort of stress that made her dad go white by twenty in that Tal'dorei Reborn portrait. Plus, having an Aasimar eldest and Tiefling youngest is nice poetic symmetry <3

I decided to make her a Paladin of Erathis for a number of reasons. One, I loath seeing firstborn kids being perfect mixes of their parents' skills and specialties, and I feel the firstborn of two heros and leaders of a city would absolutely want to avoid being compared to her parents whenever possible. So instead of a DEX build like her parents, aunt and uncle, she's a front line STR heavy hitter. I settled on Paladin specifically to nod to Vax and to give her another way to separate herself from her lineage - because sure, her mom is Pelor's champion, and Pelor definitely blessed her, but that doesn't mean she has to be his paladin, too, so she turns towards Erathis instead. I also think she'd be Oath of Redemption, just because that subclass + the Lawbearer's whole thing both would help shape someone into a good leader, once she takes Cass' place at the head of the Chamber.

Vesper’s very much an ‘everyone can be redeemed‘ person, as a logical extreme of hearing her dad’s story, and is fairly prone to black and white thinking with shades of grey frustrating her. She's also terrible with money, because please she's a noble kid of course she is, and it's incredibly funny to me that she and Vex would butt heads over this. However, they both fly together for short bursts (usually with a couple of the smaller kids with them, once Vesper’s big and confident enough to carry one with her), Vex on her broom and Vesper with her wings. She was initially very afraid of heights until Vex helped her out with that.

She spends a few years in her early twenties adventuring, to learn how to handle herself and grow as a person. She comes out of this with a more nuanced understanding of life, and maybe she’s had to make a few hard choices of her own while out on the road she talks to her parents about. Vesper is also very close to Cass, though her efforts to distinguish herself from her parents, plus them both recovering from the trauma they’d recently endured when she was young, mean they’re not as close to her as the other kids. Vesper’s actually fairly close to Grog and Pike - Grog is a great sparring partner and helps her break down complex problems, while Pike’s ALSO fun to spar with while also being a religious mentor of sorts, alongside Yennen while he’s still alive.

A note on the twins, first:

Leona, ‘Lonny’:

I HC that these are genuine identical twins, not fraternal twins as Vex and Vax or Whitney and Oliver likely were IF they’re cis (I’m very fond of trans Vax HCs but I digress). As a result, either Leona or Wolfe is trans. I haven’t decided which, but one is. Given they are identical and were almost indistinguishable as babies, in the chaos of the birth (kindergartener Vesper's wings poofed out the first time at this point because it was so Exciting) Vex is pretty sure they got mixed up once or twice and no one’s sure which one is the actual firstborn. Not that it matters, it’s just something she occasionally remembers that sends her into a fit of giggles.

No one is sure which of the twins is technically older, however Leona maintains that she’s the older twin so we’ll go with that. Leona’s being a little imp in the one art we have of her, and given the personality I have in mind for her I see her as being a Bard. It drives Percy completely fucking batty at times, but she spends a fair amount of time with Scanlan and Kaylie one Vox Machina dinner and that’s that. She is mostly an orator and singer, but can often be found playing a small harp (Laura Bailey, *harp music*) and looking deceptively innocent and charming before she pranks her siblings or some poor visiting noble. However, her real passion is stories and secret lore - she spends much of her time in the library looking for juicy details from history she can spin into song. I haven’t narrowed down College of Whispers or College of Eloquence for her, either could work imo! She would love Hamilton and Six the Musical, make of that what you will lmao

Leona is a complete and utter little shit. Her reaction to having important parents is to use that as an excuse to get away with all sorts of hooligan shit, because really what could they do? Her teenage years are directly responsible for Vex’s grey hairs, and she’s only interested in her dad’s tinkering so far as it can make fun toys to play with. Leona is at her least irritating when reading and looking for knowledge, though, so she and dad will spend long hour in the library chipping away at some question or another or bickering about which historical account is more accurate. Vex loves listening to her sing and absolutely eggs on half the trouble she gets into, and privately congratulates her on a well made prank once any offended parties aren’t looking and once her heartrate slows down. She’s a very weird balance of cute nerd and little shit, and smart enough to lean heavily into the former to cloak her intentions. Think how Vex would use her flirting and winks to get what she wanted, but less discrimination trauma and more Bard and Being a Lil Bastard Sometimes.

She eventually has a bit of a crisis, realizing that because of her family she can get away with most anything and not let her grow for her own merits, on top of always being seen as part of a set with her twin. As a result, when Percy takes her on a diplomatic/Ugh Fine We shall visit Scanlan trip to Westrunn, she kinda. maybe. Runs off to join the Cobalt Soul. I’m writing that fic rn hands off :vv But long and short of it is she finds her calling with the Soul, caring for and finding knowledge and then sharing it in ways that actually stick in peoples’ heads. Maybe a bit of spying and information gathering of her own if she’s a Whispers Bard instead of Eloquence so she can put her nosy nature to good use. She takes a particular delight in either exaggerating or correcting tales of Vox Machina and no one can ever tell which she’ll go with in a given moment.

Wolfe:

Wolfe does not insist he is the older of the twins - however, he is the more mature, level-headed and not humble at all of the pair, so he absolutely implies Leona is lying about it. I haven’t actually decided on Wolfe’s class or subclass yet. I like the idea of him not having a lick of magic to him, unlike his Bard twin. However, I am dead set on Galdric (you know - Purvan Suul’s ever-living wolf companion who now guards Whitestone and per the Tal’Dorei update can be a Warlock patron) having taken an interest in him. SO! I could see him as an Undying Warlock (because oh, man, the ties to Vax would have Vex so emotional), or a Gloomstalker Ranger hunting side by side with his mother and this huge fuckall magic wolf in turns, or a Cavalier fighter riding either a horse or Galdric into battle.

Wolfe is very similar to a young, pre-trauma Percy, but with something similar to Vax’s bleeding heart worn on his sleeve. He’s a bit arrogant and uppity, but it all comes from a good place of trying to make his parents proud and being proud of his family in turn. His way of forming an identity of his own is really to live up to the peoples’ expectations of what he should be, and as the son of heroes, so he puts himself under a lot of pressure to be perfect (unlike his twin who deliberately fucks around). Vex and Percy reassure him as best they can that he doesn’t have to be anything, but they do appreciate that at least one kid isn’t causing havoc of somesort at a given time. He’s very much a ‘break a few eggs to make an omelet’ kind of guy, but he will cry about it after. Hunting in the forest with mom - using a rifle, not a bow - helps him get a better handle on his emotions. He likes shedding the expectations of court out in the woods, where it’s just him, nature, maybe one of his parents too. And Galdric, whose expectations are unknown to him. He’s very much in awe of most of Vox Machina and not close to them as a result, because he’s fairly intimidated. He IS the darling of Whitestone’s populace, though, and great at getting along with the everyman once he gets over his ego and lets his heart shine through.

Wolfe and Leona are not nearly as close as Vex and Vax, because that was 90% codependency as a result of the hell they went through and these two both have other siblings to rely on and don’t need an ‘us vs the world’ mentality to survive. They’re close by virtue of being the same age, but Dan is not much younger than them and both are closer to him than eachother. Which is kinda necessary - Dan keeps their contrasting personalities from blowing up into full blown arguments. Vex has next to No idea how to handle this, however Percy remembers Whitney and Oliver and is better equipped to help the twins sort out their differences. Tho one time a guy courting Wolfe ends up only being in it for the prestige and Leona makes his life a living hell, and Wolfe helps cover for Leona when she’s skipping lessons to read in some secret corner.

He might very well keep Galdric’s patronage or protection or Whatever It Is a secret from his parents as long as he can, because he knows how it’d worry and upset them, so there might be some drama about that idk. Cass might help him keep the secret while he figures out how to tell his parents and what to do, to give the poor kid some breathing room. Galdric doesn’t see what the problem is. He might have a few brief interactions with Vax as a result of his ties to the Raven Queen through Galdric, but given he’s not directly working with RQ herself there is a measure of distance that’s enough to keep Vex and Percy from completely freaking out.

Vax’ildan, ‘Dan’:

He also goes by Freddie given he got that middle name from his dad. Dan’s the absolute softest of the family - Vex has taken each kid out hunting regularly enough as mother-child bonding time, except the first time she and Dan went out he broke down crying at the thought of killing anything so they just take walks together. He’s a Druid - not a high level one by any means. Circle of the Shepherd or Land maybe?

I like the idea of him feeling very much like the odd one out of his family - both named for his uncle (Vesper’s namesake wasn’t a world-saving hero, she was a *teenager*) and not outwardly seeming to have the traits his parents are well known for. He can’t shoot a bow, can’t handle a gun, can’t tinker, can’t do Pelor things, he’s just the kid that really loves plants. (Am I projecting a hell of a lot of autism on this kid? Yes. I Am. You can’t stop me.) However, Percy and Vex and the rest of his siblings are eager to learn with him - Percy takes up gardening more, mostly on the technical side of the science behind it, to spend time with his son, while Vex takes him on walks in the woods and they go foraging for mushrooms and fun treasures together. She makes little stick dollies and forest toys with him, like her mother used to do for her and Vax. It might be on one of these outings they find Charlie, maybe?

He spends a lot of time with Keyleth in Zephrah, or in the Patchwood or castle garden when at home, and once he’s older he might move to Zephrah completely. Dan picks up a lot of Kiki’s verbal ticks from being around her so much. He might have even been there for Kiki’s assasination attempt, if the angst is worth it >;3c

IDK I don’t have as many ideas for Dan as the others :c beyond him being close to Kiki but not at all like Vax ;; He’s also close to Trinket’s cub Charlie, though given how bear reproduction and aging works that portrait would have needed to be completed in the early summer and Charlie would be absolutely huge come the next year. I gotta think on this kid more.

Gwendolyne:

(oh no im getting tired now gktjrngn fuck.)

Is the sweetest de Rolo and has inherited Velora’s Owlbear stuffie, given to her one time when the family Had to go to Syngorn for some contrived reason, and some elves raised a stink about this little toddler. Which was not wise; Vex blew her gasket in a big way, Percy took the liberty of voiding some important trade agreements (Cass handled the paperwork when they got home), Syldor tried to salvage the whole thing while defending his grandchild, and while they did that Velora cradled her newest niece in a back room and calmed her down with the old beloved teddy.

I see Gwennie as 100% being a daddy’s girl. Poor Percy - none of his kids really Got tinkering until the last one. Sure they could help in the workshop and loved to watch him make things, or try to make things of their own, but none really got the itch for it until he found Gwen trying to sneak down to make something for her stuffie at 10pm. I see her as an Artificer (Artillerist or Battle Smith)! Unlike her father’s love of clockwork and pretty creations, now, Gwen is 100% all about shit that goes boom, which is super funny given how sweet she is. Vex gets so many more exploding arrows once Gwen starts helping her dad. However, there is a minor point of conflict in that she likes the guns, the bombs, the explosions,and thinks they’re cool, and cannot for the life of her grasp why her father is so upset about having invented such cool things. She really likes Tary too.

Though I don’t think she would be an adventurer, I like the idea of Gwennie leaving home to sell some of her inventions and creations. Say, stopping by one of Gilmores’ storefronts and spending a few days doing some demonstrations and sales there, just seeing the cities the world has to offer but without any monster fighting - she’d rather sell the monster killing shit than engage herself. Inevitably something of hers does get used for nefarious purposes, though, and she understands her dad a bit better after this.

I also really, really want to incorporate Tiefling virtue names into Gwennie’s life, and while away from home I can see her going by Darling. Because it’s something she associates with her mother, with love, and she’s so much of a daddy’s girl that it’s nice for her to have something of her mom’s. IDK if anyone in Whitestone castle knows that this mildly famous merchant of insane tinkering feats that goes by Darling is their Gwennie, and IDK if she’s actually deliberately hiding this or hasn’t bothered to explain. She gets her incredible salesman skills from mom ofc.

All her family learn Infernal, because sometimes when she’s stressed she’ll lapse into it, and it becomes the official language of gossip for the de Rolo family whenever they’re at some important event and have some tea to spill in polite company.

holy fuck that was more than I expected lmao. Enjoy? or not? weee

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