The Paldalorian [The Legend of Vox Machina X OC]
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  • Reads 27,168
  • Votes 747
  • Parts 27
  • Time 10h 11m
Ongoing, First published Mar 04
Mature
3 new parts
In a magical realm called Exandria is a group of mercenaries called Vox Machina. They're misfits turned mercenaries for hire taking jobs in Tal'Dorei. However, they're not the greatest mercenaries or the top hundred. But despite all that, they're now tasked with defending the realm.

Along with them, is an armored warrior from a distant land home to other warriors who were trained from birth, who hunt monsters in their culture, worship winged-reptilian monsters known as Wyverns, and that they never show their faces, but their home was destroyed by a force that not even they could face. This caused these warriors to flee their homes and live in the shadows. 

Waiting to return home.

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