"You have chaos in your soul and lightening in your veins. You, my dear, were made for wild, magical things." -Erin Matlock Sora Tristan was a mistake. Her father told her everyday. Brimscythe was a dragon, posing as the human General Krieg Tristan. No one was supposed to know his true identity until it was too late...but he got sloppy. He slept with a human and sired a child, born with blue scales that matched his own. He would have killed her...but her mother agreed to become his wife and help him hide his true identity, so long as he spade her daughter's life. Following a failed escape attempt, Brimscythe slaughtered Sora's mother and locked her away in his lair. She thought she would be trapped there for the rest of her days...until she was discovered by Vox Machina. She helped them to kill her father, and save Emon. And in return, they gave her the one thing she's always wanted; a home and a true family. Now she is their sorcerer, drawing her powers from her father's abilities that he passed onto her. But little did Sora realize, Emon was just the beginning of his evil plan, and he was not the last dragon the party would face. The Chroma Conclave would come for their world, and it would be up to Sora and her friends to stop them. As if this situation weren't complicated enough, Sora finds herself developing feelings for a certain half-elf, who has trials and tribulations of his own to navigate. Will their love survive the battles that await them? Will they?

Caduceus has had the same dream for a few weeks now; a familiar grave of a tiefling he never met and the life that The Wildmother placed over that grave. So familiar was the flora on that grave in the dreams that Caduceus could easily name them all on a whim. And then the dream shifts: There's a heartbeat. A breath. A struggle. The Wildmother calls to Caduceus, pulling him towards that grave once more, where her work is centered trying to bring forth another life. No, not bring forth - bring back. With a gasp and a panicked scramble, a lavender tiefling pulled himself from the dirt. Freeing himself from the earth's clutches in a desperate escape. He is blank, an empty slate of a person except for one word that screams in his head. A word screamed, called, laughed, and spoken by so many different voices that vie for attention in the confused tiefling's mind - Molly He doesn't know how he is exactly or what he was doing in the earth but he can only suppose that Molly is his name and that the cloak over his grave is his too. He's not quite sure how, but he knows that somewhere out there, people are waiting for him. He has no idea where they are or how to find them but he'll be damned if that stops him. With only a single tarot card, a small letter giving him some clues, and an open road before him, he sets off to figure out who exactly he left behind. WARNING: Spoilers, cannon-typical violence, alcohol usage, language, and mature themes. (AKA, there's angst) WARNING: Short book about the reunion of the Mighty Nein as they find their old friend (that means this is cute, lovable, fluffy, and adorable). I don't own art, characters, or any of that. I'm just a fanfiction writer who's trying to console the heartbreak of losing the great Mollymauk Tealeaf. Long may he reign.

"What bobbles have you fashioned for tonight my love?" Molly leaned against the work bench with a soft smile. Zella raised her goggles, beaming up at him as she held up the small mechanical robot bugs. "Something eye catching.." she traced over one of the eye tattoos on Molly's arm and gave him a kiss. "...the crowd'll love it. If they love it half as much as I love you, well, then we'll be in business."

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❝𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥.❞ 𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩; 𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭, 𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵.

Elara is a young wolf walker and mage who was adopted by the grand council after her home was destroyed and was separated from her family. The grand council trains her to study magics & relics, and taught her defenses from any sort of danger. She is an introvert who never had any friends and is been living in isolation for so long. But someday, she'll have the courage to dream for adventure. Then one day, while exploring outside for the first time, Elara meets some misfitted and yet interesting characters individually. A mischievous tiefling cleric named Jester, a shipwrecked half-orc sailor named Fjord, a scruffy homeless wizard named Caleb, a temperamental monk named Beau, a cocky tiefling ringmaster named Molly, and an inebriated goblin named Nott. And when a powerful arcane relic known as "The Beacon" falls into dangerous hands, she and her unexpectedly newfound friends must learn to work together to save the realm and stop reality itself from unraveling.

They're rowdy, they're ragtag, they're misfits turned mercenaries for hire. Vox Machina is more interested in easy money and cheap ale than actually protecting the realm. But when the kingdom is threatened by evil, this boisterous crew realizes that they are the only ones capable of restoring justice. What began as a simple payday is now the origin story behind Exandria's newest heroes and the love story between the group's resident gunslinger and wizard.

white roses, birch stakes, iron rapiers, navy coats, black bullets and and crystal glasses. this is the tale of medea stoker a sad one with few happy things between.

Join Y/N L/N as she adventures into the world with her friends Vox Machina. No matter how dangerous and terrifying the adventures get. I do not own any of the pictures or videos in this story.

Follow Vox Machina as they meet a girl that becomes the newest member of their group.