a Holy cleric, a treasure loving ranger, a nervous mage, a clever rogue, a seductive barb, a barbarian half-giant, a royal with a dark past and a former assassin/anti-hero known as a ragtag mercenary group called Vox Machina embark on their most da...
I opened my eyes to see my hands were restrained, but I heard the words of the Demon and Ripley. I can't believe that my family's killer was in a partnership with my former inner demon.
Orthax: I could feast so easily. His soul is ripe for the taking.
Ripley: Or we use him to give you thousands more to feed on. I have the vestiges. We're nearly there.
Orthax: Very well.
I stare them for a moment despite being groggy from just waking up, but They turn around and stare at me.
Ripley: Awake at last.
The demon appears and snaps his jaws at me as I leaned my head back to avoid it, but the demon then retreats back into Ripley as she approaches.
Ripley: My sincerest apologies, Percival. I'm sure you remember how eager Orthax can be.
Percy: Orthax? It has a name?
Ripley: You never bothered to ask.
Percy: We destroyed it.
Ripley: You left it a whisper. But that whisper found me, bearing gifts.
My eyes widened as she pointed her own Pepperbox at my forehead.
Ripley: Beautiful, isn't it? Without your design, we never would have been able to upgrade it.
Percy: Don't you dare pin your lunacy on me.
Ripley: Come now, Percy. Take the compliment.
Percy: And what exactly do you plan on doing with it? And me?
Ripley: What you should have done a long ago.
I watched as she leaned against the table with the Demon: Orthax looming over her with what I assumed to be a smirk on its face.
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Ripley: Share your gifts with the wide, wide world.
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3rd POV
Scene shifts to the group who were hiding in an alley while the guards patrol the streets, searching for them or either Ripley.
Keyleth: This whole trip is a disaster. I knew we shouldn't have listened to Raishan.