(Oh no. This is definitely not the Feywild, nor does it seem to be any part of Tal'Dorei she's familiar with. She had been in such a rush to get the hell to safety that she cast the first spell that came to mind, and it brought her...here? Wherever here is.
The locals seem alright, at least, but then again, Keyleth has always been far too trusting. The half-elf looks a little too excited to explore her new surroundings, so much so that she doesn't notice that she is not the only one around. In her excitement, she collides right with someone and...trips. It's not the best first impression, but such is the norm for one (1) red-headed druid. ) I'm so sorry, I'm so, so, sorry. Are you okay? That was...totally my fault. ( She laughs nervously, folding an arm behind her head as she backs up slowly just in case. )
ii. forbidden knowledge;
( It reminds her of snow falling in Whitestone. This, of course, brings up complicated feelings of home and feeling like she has failed her people by being unable to complete her Aramente. First her mother, now this...
She steels herself. There is no giving up, not for her. Could she garner something from these texts that are raining from the sky? She hadn't planned to touch them, let alone read them, but desperate times call for stupidly desperate measures. Besides, just wandering around waiting for the rest of Vox Machina to show up or for her magic to start working again hasn't been helping at all.
Once she's gathered a few pages, she starts shuffling them around. There isn't any rhyme or reason to them, nor any cohesive narrative. They seem strange and beyond her comprehension. It's no dialect she is immediately familiar with, but maybe...maybe it's written in code! It's worth a try as she starts scanning for any patterns but doesn't seem closer to figuring out the more profound meaning.
Until something shifts. It's a strange feeling, though Keyleth isn't even aware that something has happened. To anyone else nearby, it might appear as if the half-elf has entered a trance, her mouth falling open as if absorbing so much knowledge her mind cannot contain it all. )
iii. wildcard;
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keyleth — critical role