#caleb thread

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@wcnderiing asked from Corinne...

"You know that. You know that better than anyone."

"You're right. I'm sorry." Caleb was simply frustrated, being tossed into... at first he thought Eislecross with it's snowy landscape. But he'd never heard of this place before. Skyrim. And they were on some bloody mountain keeping as warm as they could with hardly anything to their names. Corinne knew he wasn't from here, but she was just as lost as he was. He shouldn't have snapped at her. 

He didn't understand what he was looking at, what the scroll said with the small pouch they had found. A letter of prayer to Arkay, a few flowers as offering. There was no god named Arkay. He took a deep breath and placed the amulet around Corinne's neck. He couldn't identify it, he couldn't even tell if it was magical, but the letter said it was. Whatever 'god' this was in this new land, he hoped it was a fair one.

"At any case, it will give you some protection at least." He pulled his jacket around him tighter, popped the collar around the arcane collar blocking his magic. It seemed to Caleb that neither of them were exactly build for treacherous weather. They should get down the mountain as far as they could before nightfall. Luckily there did seem to be a path. Caleb picked up the short sword at the small shrine, placing the stale loaf of bread and pouch of flowers in his bag. It might be all they had to eat for a while, other than the rations Caleb had left.

"We should start heading down. There is a path. How should I assist you?" Caleb didn't want to over reach, but he could tell Corinne's vision was impaired. He also didn't want her falling to her death from pride, either.

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Muse braiding Calebs hair and every now and then tuning her harp and humming the note - @myownmvse​

“Muse...” Caleb heard the notes on the harp before even realizing her hands were gone from his hair. Not to be rude, but... it was a fascinating book. He heard the gentle tone of her humming, turning slightly to look at her fully.

The strands of hair, partly braided together brushed against his bare shoulders. She wanted to braid his wet hair and he said fine. There wasn’t any harm in it... and though it had taken some time, he had come to relish her touch. They were growing comfortable with one another. Intimate in their own ways, though not perhaps how others would perceive it.

“You’re not leaving me to look ridiculous, are you?”

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@cupcaketrickster​ sent...

“Don’t carry it all.” 

“No, I...” Caleb shook his head, obviously getting caught lost in his thoughts for too long. He forced a little smile, hoping Jester would have less to worry about. They had a potential global catastrophe to prevent.

“I just keep thinking of... well, perhaps what we could have done. Before. All this.” Caleb shrugged, his smile turning slightly more genuine. “Silly. I know. And I don’t blame Fjord for what he did. I might have done the same.”

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@theprcblem sent... 

“You look like a beautiful piece of wallpaper.”

Caleb gave the dwarven man an odd look, though he was smiling a little. There was something about Dariax that Caleb couldn’t help but like, though he did not seem very bright... he was strangely sincere and kind for a thief. Caleb didn’t know many thieves like that.

“I think you’ve had enough to drink, Dariax... Perhaps you should eat something.” 

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i can wait | caleb and cyanides

“i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. I can wait.” (from @shame-of-the-eladrin to Caleb)

Caleb gave a slight smile of disbelief. He wasn’t feeling well. It wasn’t anything poisonous or venomous or anything he’d eaten. It was stress. It was pushing himself too far and making excuses. It was simply not slowing down, even though they were safe and comfortable and they could. 

The fact that the fey was going to sit here and make sure he did was... comforting. If not a little annoying. Caleb was touched, despite himself. He gave a small single nod and went to pick up the spoon, his hand trembling slightly from not having eaten or slept enough in the past few days. Too busy reading and trying new spells until he was utterly spent.

But not trembling too badly that he couldn’t bring the warm soup to his lips, wholly unsure of what to expect. 

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Endings | Caleb & Gideon

@walkerofwastes​ sent for Caleb...

"There are no happy endings, because nothing ends."

“What do you mean? Of course their are endings. Death, being the very last...”

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Occupied | Caleb & Nylariel

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 Books had always been a source of great pleasure for Nylariel. She had always thought them to be much like people, the sort who carried immortality in their veins without effort, and could protect and reveal the most audacious of secrets. All day and night she could immerse herself in the written word, learning from both its wisdom and its mistakes, its gossip, its memories, or even its feelings.  She could read whatever she wanted to, could skip a paragraph or whole chapters without the paper judging her for it, allowing her to see the world through a stranger’s eyes even after they had long lost their shine. And there was a lot to be seen, if one wanted to gain an impression of the past 10,000 years or so. 

  The star elf was working in silence with only Lin, her white hedgehog companion, to keep her company. A flickering candle rested upon the table at which she sat, its wick slowly shrinking as it illuminated the pages before her hour upon hour. It had been a hard piece of work, convincing them to let her use the extensive library without actually being one of the students or mentors. But Nylariel had always known how to get what she wanted, when she wanted it.

Perhaps she would have been sitting here undisturbed into the darkest night, if the suspicious creak of a poorly oiled door had not betrayed the arrival of yet another person. Frowning slightly, Nylariel put down her quill and corked her ink as to not ruin half a day’s work in the likely event of a disturbance.

  “Who walks there?”, she asked into the room, eyes searching for a shadow by the door.

“Oh.”

Caleb didn’t expect to see anyone else in here. He had done quite a bit of persuading on his own to be left alone. He could barely see the woman, he assumed, further in the room, his eyes adjusting to the dimly lit with the candle quite low cast an odd shadow across her features.

“I did not realize it was occupied. I hope you do not mind... Also,” Caleb walked further into the room, a small smile coming to his face seeing the little hedgehog on the desk, then looked to her again, “Dim light is terrible for your eyes while reading. Perhaps I could assist?”

Caleb lifted his hand, a faint turn of his wrist, once for each globule of light, slowly to let her adjust as well, four in total rising and placing themselves about the room. Caleb had been taking better care of himself lately, the need for hiding himself no longer needed, his long auburn hair pulled back, purple coat perhaps of an odd fashion and a very long scarf looped around his neck hanging to his knees. Leather fingerless gloves turned to wrist guards, disappearing under the sleeves, covered his hands, ink stained and scraped across his knuckles. Hands of an adventurer, though he was currently looking at more time on them than fighting. He welcomed it.

“I can find another room if you would rather study alone. I was told the book I would find would be here, however...”

His bright blue eyes, bright in color, sad in countenance, turned to the shelves, hoping to find the book he sought and leave should the woman be offended he even came in. He would rather not be kicked out of another library, thus his decision to come alone.

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Regress | Caleb & Veth

@goblinflasked

Nott had gotten very, very drunk. So drunk, in fact, that she no longer cared what she was drinking. She’d just found a few little bottles, in pretty colors and shapes. She’d only uncorked and drank one of them before she passed out, half laying on Caleb, snoring softly between her jagged teeth.

Veth, all eleven years of her, Did not remember the next fifteen or so years of her life. As far as she was concerned, she had fallen asleep in her bed, after one of her brothers had spent half the day chasing her because she had taken his watch for no good reason at all, and kicked her into the dirt until her mother finally noticed and called them in, sending both of them to bed with no supper. She was pretty sure her father brought him a chunk of meat and bread after they were supposed to be asleep.

But she didn’t expect anyone to be in her bed with her, so waking up, feeling a human torso under her head, caused her to sit bolt upright and scream.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?! GET OUT!”

Caleb jolted up with the scream, taking a moment to figure out what was being said and more importantly who was saying it. Frumpkin yowled at the end of the bed, jumping off and hissing from the floor. He brought up the lights, finding a young halfling girl in his bed.

“This is my room, that is my cat!” Caleb frowned in confusion and irritation from being awoken with her scream. He hadn’t been drinking all that much, as Nott had stayed for a few rounds more. She must have still been down there.

“You’re in the wrong room, little girl. Look, look, this is my stuff,” Caleb moved out of bed, pointing out the little chest of potions he had gotten for a steal. Though not literally. He had yet to figure out what all of them were, but there had to be something good in the variety. Though three of the six were gone.