#agentsweet

original critical role cast ➡ the first line that comes to my mind for that player

I feel like I've found my family with The Mighty Nein. I don't like looking at my past, because it doesn't have The Mighty Nein in it.

Orym of the Air Ashari, you are a paragon in the memory of dear Derrig, and his son, your partner, Will. You are a heart buffeted by the winds of change and the cold of reality, yet you continue to move forward. You are hope. You are Orym, my friend. You are Orym, Savior Blade of the Tempest. And you are never alone.

It's going to stay bad out there until it gets better. But it will, one day. Until then, though, don't trust anyone. You have so much more growing up to do. People will see how small you are and try to take advantage of you and try to get you to do things you shouldn't.

We tend to get in trouble in places for various reasons. Some of which is my fault. Most of which is my fault. I have sticky fingers. I can't help myself sometimes. I'm fascinated by little bobbles and fancy pieces of jewelries and I love trinkets so much! I just have to take them, and have them with me, and put them in my pockets.

I pick it up. Just press my forearms and my cheek against the Sun Tree as it's the first warmth she's felt in some time. And she closes her eyes and starts to embody her Form of Dread. But this time, you see her normal mourning veil you see her normal mourning veil cracks and crumbles and falls in the same way that the leaf does. She takes the Sun Tree and embodies it. From onlookers, it looks like branches start sprouting from her shoulders. You see an entire life cycle season's worth. You see an entire life cycle season's worth. Or years worth of seasons as the branches bloom and then wither and then fall. Until eventually, she drops it.

Dies. Died. Will die.