Campaign2 Stories

one-shots about and centered around Beauregard and Yasha from Campaign Two of Critical Role

{Critical Role} What if they was another non humanoid creature in the midst of The Fletching and Moondrop Traveling Carnival of Curiosities? The fiendish 'Devil Toad' was the only creature of the non-humanoid variety to be shown at performances. In the sidelines, assisting Yasha with set up and security was Redwood, a Fey beast of a rare kind. Docile and a prime example of 'looks can be deceiving', they never spoke much of their past or stepped into the limelight. Traveling to Trostenwald to perform was nothing too dramatic, until a eruption of terrified screams came from the tent which dragged the unsuspecting Fey to a motley crew with familiar faces. Will Redwood's past stay in the shadows or will this team bring a new chapter to their story? (I don't own critical role or the nerdy-ass voice actors in it.)

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.

I was sick of never being able to find Critical Role Fanfiction I didn't like or that didn't go on long enough so I wrote my own. This is a Caleb Widogast x Reader fanfiction. For some of the actions and events, etc I will actually be rolling dice to see how the story plays out so its a mystery for you and me. In this story, I will have some romance between other characters like Fjord and Jester. I may also possibly have a relationship between Beau and Yasha begin but we will see. Also, we're gonna pretend episode 26 didn't happen... Hope you like!!!

An anthology I created over the course of a few years after a deep obsession with The Mighty Nein. Kess, a young man trying to carve out a meaningful existence for himself in Wildemount, experiences the highs and lows every corner of the continent had to offer. Trying to maintain his integrity and sanity in a world of corrupt or misguided governments and other powerful organizations against all odds. The chapters will start off following a mostly straight timeline but may get messy as I wrote each chapter at various points of my life completely out of order. Coinciding and inevitably following along with the plot of The Mighty Nein, with plenty of dark, romantic, lustful, and difficult moments with a handful of preestablished characters. Kess is a human, starting in his late teens all the way to his mid to late twenties, his journey of being taken advantage of as he works to become a self established mage. (Battle Smith Artificer with some sprinkles of Dunamantic Wizard) Finding a purpose in his life, learning to have faith and rebuild trust in strangers he find wiggling their way into his life. This story is for me and me alone, but I have some pride in it and wish to condense all my scattered writings into one coherent book. Any comments, praise, or critiques are welcome but will not have any major effect on my writing. Disclaimer that I am not an export on the lore Critical Role has built for Exandria, I do my best to stay true to the material but take liberties for the sake of the story I wish to tell. That being said, the only thing I claim ownership of is Kess himself. Everything from the characters to the world itself belongs to those with much better creativity, imagination, and have put more effort into all of Exandria than I ever have. Critical Role has been a major inspiration to me and my writing career, and I would never wish to discredit all they have accomplished and created. Enjoy the reading. -XtraSass