Two figures one cloaked in green with bright green eyes and hair the color of the rising sun and the other dressed in firey hues with fare skin and amber eyes sit telling stories of mortals they guided in ages long passed. The one of fare skin looks up to you and smiles. "Let me weave you a tale of lost souls, a tale of love of courage and over coming one's own thoughts. Let me catch you within my web. Welcome to my tale of a phoenix turned to ash yet to reignight, of a bird free yet caged by clipped wings and broken memories," they say to you.
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Clipped Wings And Broken Memories
FanfictionThis is a Critical Role fanfic about Caleb Widogast being the Archmage of War in a alternate Wildemount. WARNING descriptions of ptsd, social anxiety, depression, and violence. Don't worry if I ever finish the first story arc there will be endless f...
