The Ring of Brass.

I have finished the rewatching of the series and its still top tier storytelling. One of my favourite short (ish) stories. 

by I.M Gibney ( Twitter )

Critical Role - "32"

Remember Cerrit, the Eyes of Avalir.

And, is it Thursday yet?

watched first two episodes of 'ExU: Calamity' this is sooo goood!! I had to draw someone from there asap my took on Cerrit, an eisfuuran rogue PC, played by incredible Travis Willingham from Critical Role more CR stuff incoming!!!

"You will never reach the Wildmother's embrace in time."

ahh cerrit. he's having a GREAT day!

Cerrit kills Vespin

Also a cute Marisha and Lou hug

the thing about cerrit’s “two tickets out” for his kids is that like... he already knows this isn’t limited to Avalir.  and we know, with the benefit of history, that the Calamity is going to happen everywhere, that nowhere is safe, really, that the whole planet will be plunged into chaos within the day.

and yet, and yet --

some people survive.  they do.  we know they do.  and we don’t know where cerrit’s wife is rn, we don’t know if she’s somewhere super doomed (like aeor) or possibly somewhere slightly safer (like vasselheim) - but we know that the world as they know it is about to end, yes, but some still survive.  and there’s just the barest, barest sliver of hope that Kir and Maya Agrupnin might be two of them.

and that makes this all so much worse

Tag yourself Ring of Brass edition

is this bird hot or does Travis just have a really good voice

Cerrit:

Cerrit performing an investigation check:

i’d like to think kir is a name that sticks with the bird peoples of exandria and expands, with diminutives and honorifics and legacies in different tongues and across different continents so that 800 years later, when a little kenku named kiri is born in wildemount, her name has been borne on proud wings that are over a thousand years old, from a survivor of the calamity

Not me rewatching ExU: Calamity like a madman

first of all through being a bird dilf all things are possible so jot that down

Who am I?!

Was thinking about a theoretical prose version of Calamity, and how to communicate Cerrit's final, miraculous 31 -- preserving the fact that it echoes his first 31 to see the invisible cultist -- and I think it goes like this:

He's fleeing the rumbling city, the labyrinths surrounding the Heart reforming every moment as it all comes crashing down; he hopes he's near the surface but he can't be sure. But then, despite everything -- despite how little it was all worth in the end -- he is still the Senior Sightwarden. He's been trained to see the tiniest details, and even now, he does: two tiny pinpricks. No bigger than grains of sand. But this time, they're not dark.

They're light.

The most minute of evidence. The smallest of chinks in the crumbling stone, twinkling with the promised morning: revealing the way upward, outward, into the breaking dawn.