ᴍᴇᴄʜᴀɴɪꜱᴍꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ

Percy moved his Peperbox to him, 'Do you not fear forfeiting your own soul, Tanv'elerrI?''Why, I have loved you too long to be afraid of your darkness, my gunslinger.'

In which the gods above give two sorrowful and inventors each other.

A story of two equally stubborn men that become part of the greatest band of mercenaries in the realm: Vox Machina!

Note: I do not own the cover artwork, nor do I own Critical Role or Vox Machina. The only thing I own is my OC, Tnav'elerrl.