Critical Role
"Is it Thursday Yet?"
Community to discuss anything Critical Role related.
Drop by our welcome post and share any feedback/suggestions if you have any. The FAQ post is also a thing.
What is Critical Role?
Critical Role is a group of nerdy-ass voice actors who sit around and play Dungeons & Dragons.
Streams every Thursday at 7pm PT and then rebroadcasts the following Friday at 12am and 9am PT on Twitch.
trigger warning
Due to the improv nature of Critical Role and other RPG content on our channels, some themes and situations that occur in-game may be difficult for some to handle. If certain episodes or scenes become uncomfortable, we strongly suggest taking a break or skipping that particular episode.
Your health and well-being is important to us and Psycom has a great list of international mental health resources, in case it’s useful: http://bit.ly/PsycomResources
Current shows
- Critical Role Campaign 3: Main D&D 5e campaign, streamed every Thursday at 7pm PT, except last Thursday of each month
- Candela Obscura: Horror drama campaign using their own game system, live streamed every last Thursday of each month at 7pm PT
- 4-Sided Dive: Talkshow with a roundtable discussion of 4 guests, to talk about recent episodes and answer fan questions. Streams every first Tuesday of the month at 7pm PT
- Midst: Sci-fi fantasy radio drama, airs every Wednesday on Midst.co
- Re-Slayer's Take: podcast about a lesser-known band of heroes updates Mondays 5am PST
Basic Rules
- Follow server Code of Conduct
- Be kind to others
- No spoilers in titles
- For spoiler posts, mention the episode number in the title (e.g.
[Spoiler C3E61]
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Links
- Critical Role's official website
- Critical Role on Twitch
- Critical Role on YouTube
- Critical Role Podcast C1E0 - C2E19
- Beacon
Resources
- Interactive Map of Exandria
- Interactive Timeline
- Episode Transcripts
- Encyclopedia Exandria
- Critical Role wiki (fandom)
- Critical Role Stats
- Official Daggerheart Toolset
- The Omen Archive
- Episode Discussion Index
- CR Funny Moments (TVtropes)
- CR ABridged Art Archive
- Other Live Play TTRPGs
- CR Bibliography
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We're back, and you made it, finally, to the truth, that the ruins that you were seeking was actually the city of Niirdal-Poc, buried, hidden, secret, within the center of the Rifenmist Peninsula. You made your way through, you found a friend, and now the six of you stand in front of a massive statue known as The Observer, as Dariax has a bit of a moment.
You feel yourself swoon, but you're able to hold your consciousness within you. As you look up and you cannot help but see this face, staring at the light within its hands, tilts down, ever so slightly, and regards you.
Her hand opens, releasing that light, and you see that shattered halo-- one of (the rest of) you see this-- fill itself back in valences of light, the same thing replicated on the pendant that you wear around your neck.
And you see this massive edifice, once again of that same smooth, gray-green concrete, like a massive snifter of brandy, standing, bulbous, in the town plaza. In front of it are two massive, purple, porphyry statues of four-legged creatures that look like a panther on steroids, with three faces, one looking up, one looking down, and one looking out and away from the doors and over the top, that same runic writing...
Tetrarch Thrascuur:"Then I do have a request. If something is coming, if this place is meant for change, growth, destruction, discovery, whatever it is, please remember it, carry it with you. I don't want, after all this time, for this to end here and now, forgotten. You, so long-lived, please carry us with you. That's all I would ask. I'm going to look at the stars for myself for the future and the past, I observe and I remember. You may stay with me. You may move on, out, up, away. It is you who must decide what happens next but I will treasure the time I have spent with you for as long as I have."
And they move towards that device, reseat the mirror back into place and begin gazing down into it and quickly lose themselves to gazing upward at the stars."
Matt:"That's my opening to any confrontation going forward. I'm just giving you a moment to self-actualize before I knock you the fuck out."
Aabria:"Guess we'll find out."
Robbie:"Fuck!"
[rolls]
"No, we won't. Ten."Anyway, we can talk about gender and what Wild Shape is at literally any other time, but the rest of you that are just beginning to take off, you're still in this central plaza.
And then all of a sudden, you hear a low rumble and a creak. And you look over, and the remnants of a magical spell being cast glimmer purple as they wash over those two massive porphyry statues of the three headed meat beast, call it a Bandersnatch, as they slowly begin to come to life under an Animate Object spell, as someone else in this fight who defies being seen right now has taken their action.
And there are now two more combatants in the fray.
Aabria:"Yeah. Your pants are gone for some reason, but you're wearing a button-down."
(⌐■_■)
Robbie:"Thunderclap that booty?"
Aabria:"There it is! Inspiration for a little nonsense."
I am here to tell you, it is never better to be alone.
Stay with your family. Not all family is blood. Much family is chosen. I cannot protect you again. Only you can do it this time. Stay in the light, yes?"
They were chosen, but so were you, and this isn't the end of your time with them. And you know, more than anything else, with the wisdom that is dawning on you, that gives you a sense of perspective, almost like you're looking down from the skies, that this next part, they must do alone. And then, when the time is right again, you'll return, come back together for some great and terrible purpose, and in that knowledge, you slink back through the fog, and are quickly lost to darkness, out of Niirdal-Poc, through the jungles, and towards her, your sister, alive and waiting.
A place between places where she has been alone for so long, waiting for that little bit of glimmering light that is her sister. And yet she hears the echo's footfalls, impossibly loud, slow, methodical, approach her and swirling into her field of vision, a woman wreathed with purple energy, smiling, grinning, baring her teeth at her.
"I've been looking for you for so long. And I'm so close, and I will burn the world apart to have you."
And Ted screams
Matt's mouthful of ice.
What's he got a handful of, though?
What?
Show your hands!
I don't know guys, he might've snuck a squeeze.