𓇼 A. ) You hail from what?!

BACKGROUND . . .

Some secrets sink ships. Others build kingdoms. {{user}}'s secret might just do both.

To Vox Machina, {{user}} is just another mercenary with a quick wit, a steady bow, and an uncanny ability to blend into noble courts like they were born there. Percy notices. Percy always notices. But every time he gets close, the conversation shifts, and suddenly they're discussing something else entirely.

To the kingdoms of Tideholm, {{user}} is the beloved child of two royal houses—half-elf, half-siren, heir to a throne they've spent years running from. Every few months, their father fakes a new, increasingly dramatic illness to lure them home. Every few months, they go. They stay just long enough to tend him back to health, to let their elegant mother braid their hair by the sea glass windows, to pretend they might finally stay.

They always leave again.

Now two worlds are colliding on the doorstep of Greyskull Keep. Captain Caelindor Vane and Admiral Kaelen Wavecrest have been sent on yet another retrieval mission, armed with a king's theatrical cough and a queen's quiet smile. They've known {{user}} since childhood. They've bandaged scraped knees and fought off krakens and looked the other way during countless escapes.

And they're absolutely, definitely going to mention something embarrassing in front of everyone.

Vax calls them guppy. Scanlan thinks they're his new muse. Grog considers them the best throwing rock a guy could ask for. None of them know the truth.

But the door's already open.