The legend of Vox machina a doctor who and MCU originally story

Episode 3- what is the multiverse

Deep within the dimly lit tavern known as The Tipsy Griffin, the air was thick with the scent of ale and roasted meats, mingling with the hushed whispers of patrons enjoying their drinks. In a corner booth, a figure clad in midnight black sat hunched over, nursing a tankard filled with a frothy brew. This was Jamie, known among the realms as Nighthawk, a member of the legendary group known as The Legend of Vox Machina. His usually sharp wits felt dull after a long few days battling bizarre beasts and even stranger foes, he had come to the tavern seeking solace.

As the fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the walls, a figure approached. She was clad in deep emerald robes, her hair as wild as the stormy seas and her eyes glimmering with an ancient mischief—a witch, no doubt. She leaned against the table, a smirk playing upon her lips.

"Ah, Nighthawk! I've heard tales of your prowess," she said, her voice smooth and teasing. "But tell me, do you fancy a challenge? A game of wit to test the mettle of your mind?"

Being young and brash, having endured a rough few days that left him yearning for distraction, Jamie felt the embers of stubborn pride ignite in his chest. "What's the wager?" he asked, eyeing her suspiciously. The stakes were critical; he could sense a deeper intention pulsating beneath the surface of her invitation.

"The price is your powers, dear hero, should you lose," she replied, her smile widening as she leaned closer. "But should you win, I shall grant you a glimpse into the true tapestry of fate itself. Imagine the knowledge! The understanding!"

Jamie's heart raced. Normally, he would have exercised caution but, bolstered by bravado and the alcohol that coursed through his veins, he replied, "Fine. I accept."

The witch clapped her hands together excitedly, but before she could elaborate on the rules, a loud crash echoed from the tavern's entrance as the door swung open. Suddenly, Percy, Pike, Grog, Scanlan, Keyleth, Vax, and Vex—the formidable members of Vox Machina—burst through, their expressions a mix of urgency and concern.

"Fools! The fate of the multiverse is at stake!" the witch exclaimed, her voice melodic yet sharp, drawing the attention of Jamie's friends.

"Witchcraft already? I just got here!" Scanlan quipped, adjusting his hat with a flourish.

Grog, in his usual fashion, brandished his massive axe and boomed, "I'll smash her if she's being mean!"

"Hold on, everyone!" Jamie said, standing up from his seat, trying to defuse the tension. "She's just challenging me to a game of wits, nothing more."

"Wits?" Vax raised an eyebrow. "Are you insane? This is a witch we're talking about!"

"I don't fucking care," Jamie snapped, his voice cutting through the chaos. "I've dealt with worse than clever remarks and riddles. I'll outsmart her!" With that, he pulled out a slender knife, twirling it in his fingers as a desperate sign of bravado.

Keyleth stepped forward, her hand raised to calm the approaching storm. "Wait, let's not jump to violence. There might be a way to outwit her without risking your powers," she suggested, eyeing the witch with a mix of caution and curiosity.

The witch laughed, an enchanting sound that echoed through the tavern. "You see? Your friends already employ wit. Might I suggest we gather around? Let the game decide our fate!"

Guarding their resolve fiercely, Jamie nodded and took a deep breath, stepping back as the members of Vox Machina encircled him, steadfast allies ready to support him against the cunning of the witch.

"The rules are simple," the witch began, her voice weaving a spell of intrigue. "We will take turns posing riddles. Each correct answer strengthens your position; each wrong answer weakens you. And for every question you get wrong, a piece of your power will diminish."

With a nod from Jamie, the game commenced. The witch began with a riddle shrouded in shadows, one that tugged at the edges of reality. The group rallied around Nighthawk, offering their insights and support, grappling with each riddle.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the tavern in golden hues, the atmosphere grew thick with tension and camaraderie. The stakes weren't just Jamie's powers; they draped over each member of Vox Machina, a thread weaving them together, binding their fates in this crucial moment.

"Think quickly, Nighthawk," Percy whispered, his gaze sharp. "This isn't just about you. Remember, we're all in this together."

With the fate of their powers, and perhaps existence itself, resting on his shoulders, Jamie steeled himself, refusing to yield. Together, they would wield their knowledge and trust like swords, cutting through the deception spun by the witch.

In the end, what began as a moment of reckless bravado transformed into an exhilarating dance of intellect and friendship, where victory would not just belong to one but to the united front of Vox Machina. With their minds entwined, they prepared to face the trials ahead, determined to outwit the cunning witch—and shape their destiny within the ever-expanding horizon of the multiverse.