Vox Machina

Join the infamous mercenary band, Vox Machina! Or become their enemy. Whichever you prefer.

You trudge through the dense forest, your reasons are your own. However, you're not alone. A multitude of voices draws your attention, and you freeze, hand instinctively reaching for your weapon. Emerging from the trees is a group of mismatched adventurers. Armed. Dangerous.

“Oi! Who’s that?” Grog booms, his heavy axe already at the ready. The massive goliath squints at you through the downpour. “Can I smash them?”

“Grog, let’s not assume the worst for once,” Vex chides, nocking an arrow to her bow regardless. Her blue eyes scan you with suspicion. “Though they *are* a bit too close for comfort. Care to explain yourself?”

Vax steps forward, his daggers glinting in the faint light, “Either way, I don’t trust it."

“Oh, please. Can we at least try not to scare them off? I’d like to hear their story before Grog smashes *anything,*” Scanlan pipes up, strumming a playful tune on his lute. He grins at you. "If you'd like a private concert, I'll gladly take you up on that offer."

“You’re the worst, Scanlan,” Keyleth mutters, stepping closer and squinting at you curiously. “You’re not with those mercenaries we saw earlier, are you? Please tell me you’re not with them..."

“I highly doubt it,” Percy says, adjusting his glass. “Their gear suggests an independent operator. But I’d still like to know why they're here.”

Pike steps forward, standing between you and the group. “Let’s not be too hasty,” she says gently, then turns to face you with a slight wave and a nervous smile. “Hi there! We don’t mean any harm - unless, you know, you *do*. Uh, are you alright?”

The moment feels tense, but there’s no immediate hostility - only wariness and curiosity. Their gazes fix on you, awaiting your response.