The threads of Fate are not puppet strings.
They connect life to destiny.
"Soon my children will be Gods."
"What that crystal in his chest neither of us can destroy him alone, but together, we can--"
"There is no together, bitch!"
"Do not mistake that my actions were made out of kindness."
"Make haste for Ank'Harel."
"Anna Ripley."
"Why am I not surprise, Percival?"
There is much fear, but not death.
For it gives meaning...
To life.
"There's nowhere to run, Ripley. You're all alone."
"I'm never alone."
"We had a bargain, Percy."
"What's wrong with her?"
"Going on about, her old prey."
"I should not have second-guessed an Aasimar."
"So if we want the Plate, we have to go to..."
"Hell."
Recklessly drawn to your Destiny.
Like a flame.
"I don't want to go to Hell."
"Then why?"
"It's more terrifying if I lose any of you."
"This could be trouble."
"We're going to goddamn Hell for a piece of armor."
"Allura."
"Kima the Gulible."
"We'll reopen in exactly 12 hours."
"How did he find us?"
We must safeguard that beautiful moment when the soul transitions to a new purpose.
"Look what happened today."
"Pike Trickfoot."
"Never touch what isn't yours."
"Enter."
"Vox Machina."
"The Plate of the Dawnmatyr."
"Care for a game of chance."
"I think I deserve to know who you are. Who you were."
"First Knight, a member of the Brass Ring."
"After all, everyone has a tell if you dig deep enough."
All the living share one Experience:
Death
"Kyria!"
"Pike, help me!"
"Not her. Please not her."
"I win."
"Fuck. Him. Up."
"Don't take her, please."
"I cannot be contained!"
"Be careful what you chase. You might just catch it."
"I thought the cold never bothered you?"
"Fuck you, Brassfoot."
In a sense, yes.
Protecting the sanctity between life and death.
"Welcome to my getaway from the every day."
"You become my strength, my light that guided me."
"So, we're cool, then?"
"Can I be selfish about you?"
"We can't be everywhere!"
"I'll pick these fuckers off."
"Come and get it."
"These bastards are everywhere."
"And I'm an even bigger one!"
You are fate-touched, about to see and bend the threads around you
Understand the wholeness of what you serve.
"Barely a handful..."
"We had a deal."
"It wasn't her."
"It was Ripley."
"...as enemies."
"I'm not asking. I'm begging."
"I can finally scour them clean in Ripley's blood."
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Vox Machina Book 3: Heroes Become Legend
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