The Lovers, Chapter 1 | A Critical Role fic
Hi! I know TLOVM just ended, the Briarwoods are dead, etc. etc. etc. Y'all wanna disregard all of that and see my take on them getting together? It isn't even based on TLOVM, it's based off of the original campaign canon. Enticing, right? Are you enticed?
[content warnings: blood, gore, death, some body horror]
--
The dead rise in Shattengrod. This is convenient for Sylas, because the undead are a perfectly acceptable target to slaughter – what’s inconvenient is the cost. The only access to Shattengrod is through the Cerberus Assembly, which means the only way in is by playing escort to a pack of mages: Archmages and apprentices, overconfident teachers and their useless students. Every single time some wizard pitches a fit because they trip over a rock, or get a blister, or get their arm bitten off by a sharp set of undead teeth. It’s insufferable.
Right now the mages are gathered around some fascinating carving on a pillar; one of them has sat down on the ground and pulled out his spellbook, so it’s going to be another ten interminable minutes before they can move on from the wreckage of this plaza. Sylas prays for abominations – a fleet of zombies, a cobbled-together necromantic beast. Other mercenaries have reported constructs so powerful that the ground underneath them cracked and decayed as they walked. He’d quite like one of those. Especially if it was willing to eat the wizard sitting cross-legged on the ground.
