The Things I Do for You.

[born_in_flame]

It hadn't taken Caleb long to figure out who had taken Fjord and where. The Assemby was not known for subtlety. He'd known his past was going to come back and bite him one day just not like this. Fjord was his blood brother and meant more to Caleb then most of the Nein other than Nott. He was willing to face his personal hell to get the half orc back from the Assembly.

Slipping away from the others hadn't been easy, but he wasn't about to hand anyone else over to Trent. He'd cleaned himself up best he could with the time he had and took himself home humbling himself before Trent, Astrid and Wolf in the hopes he will be able to think of a plan to save his friend.

The price to return is heavy though. His former mentor is a paranoid bastard and demands Caleb prove he is back by allowing Trent to experiment on him inserting crystals back into his scars exhausting his magic until the elder mage is satisfied. It takes a week before he is allowed to dress in his robes and is led to the cell where Fjord is being held. He knows what is going to be expected of him and he loathes it. Fjord will suffer from skills Caleb has hidden for years and the wizard has no idea if their friendship or Caleb's sanity will survive this.

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[mayberaven]

Fjord is aware of that. Caleb wasn't one to fling himself into a situation sight unseen, with no real plan. But... that's what he'd done here. Come into the viper's nest with no way out, and no plan beyond trying to lessen the damage done. Control the spin somehow. The half-orc couldn't help the furrow of his brows, though he kept his expression otherwise in that tense uncertainty that was honestly not really a surprise for this situation.

"Don't- hell!" Cut off with another curse at the yank free of the knife, trying to flinch back, though Caleb's grip kept his hand in place. "Don't put yourself out on my account then."

Flippant in tone, but serious in the ways he was aware Caleb would note. He wanted the wizard to be as careful as he could. Didn't want Caleb getting into even more danger because of him.

[born_in_flame]

"I have never been one to do as I'm told," comes the reply equally as flippant. Caleb isn't leaving until his plan is complete no matter what might happen to him. He was in danger every day he ran away from this and he was so so tired of running. He is not strong enough to end this now, but he was going to try. "I am not the type of man anyone would worry about anyway."

It is a truth Caleb has believed for 15 years and he doesn't plan to stop now. He wipes the bloody knife on the cell floor and tucks the dagger into his robes again. He then hovers his hand over the cut on Fjord's hand. after a long moment a small flame appears and cauterize the wound painfully. He wishes he knew more healing magic, but this will both help and cause pain to please everyone.

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[mayberaven]

"From where I'm sitting I'm plenty worried." On the surface an obvious enough snark from someone at the mercy of the wizard, but true underneath as well. He was just as scared for Caleb as he was for himself in this situation.

Not that it didn't mean that the maneuver with the flame didn't hurt, earning another pained curse from the half-orc, hand jerking against Caleb's hold in a reflexive attempt to get away from the sensation. Effective enough in stopping him bleeding everywhere, but it also wasn't going to do anything good for his casting should an opportunity to escape crop up. He was just going to have to trust Caleb.

[born_in_flame]

Caleb finally lets Fjord's hand go through his fingers lingering a bit on the orc's wrist. "Don't," he says, his voice carrying a bit of actual emotion now. He knows how emotion can be turned into a weapon and Fjord is being held by people who have made it an art form. He stands slowly. "Worrying will get you nowhere because that is where you are going." He turns to go each step heavy with his own worry. Until he can act he will not know if Fjord will survive day to day. He hesitates a moment when he reaches the door, but he pushes himself through in the end on to his own pain.

[mayberaven]

Fjord had no real idea what Caleb would have to do. He doubted they trusted him entirely, figured he would have to keep proving himself but beyond that, there was little way to tell. And obsessing over it wouldn't do him any good. The best thing he could do both for the wizard and for himself was to focus on his own situation, and mitigating as much trouble as he could for himself.

Not that he was aware of much he could do here. Just paying attention to his surroundings, working the injured hand to keep it from stiffening up as well as he could manage. And failing to keep from worrying over Caleb's situation in kind.

[born_in_flame]

Caleb returns to Trent's side hiding his terror behind the mask of cold ego he knows his mentor is expecting. He lets himself be toyed with in an effort to figure out what is going on. It's not pleasant and he earns a nasty set of new scars as a result. but he does learn that Trent intends to visit Fjord himself. This makes Caleb's blood run cold. His mentor only tolerates non-humans if they can offer him something in return. He knows for a fact Fjord will not survive the encounter and it forces Caleb to move up his place faster then he would have wanted to.

He is now going to have to burn the Assembly down physically in order to get them out. And it meant he would place the same price on his friends' heads that were on his. Was it a price they would want to pay for one life....that doubt weighted heavily on Caleb's mind during many sleepless nights.

[mayberaven]

Fjord does what he can. Keeps up the mask he'd decided on, does his best to not appear too attached to Caleb. Tries not to give them any more hooks than they already had. They thankfully seemed to at least buy that Caleb was getting more cooperation from him than they were, so he was left to do the majority of the interactions though that didn't stop the others from stepping in from time to time- if Caleb was busy with Trent for example.

The half-orc tended to not look so great after a situation like that but at least it was manageable. This time though not so much. The most immediate hint that the restraints had been rearranged, Fjord slumped with his back against the wall, the chains of his manacles keeping his arms stretched over his head, where his hands would be unable to dig at the cuts crisscrossing his forearms. Familiar enough things for Caleb. And though it wasn't nearly as many as the wizard sported, clearly a more mild initial test than anything, the half-orc didn't seem to be doing well, even aside from the injuries he'd been enduring. Feverish, visibly trembling in his bonds, pupils thinned with pain, it was questionable how aware he was at the moment, with the reaction he was having to the few crystals already embedded in his arms.

[born_in_flame]

The second he realizes what he's looking at Caleb sees red in a way he hasn't since one terrible night 15 years ago. But this time it isn't a memory, but anger that is driving him forward. They are leaving NOW. He will not let his past hurt any of his friends like this. His mind is sharply focused as he pulls the dagger he's been using out of his robes and uses the tip to work the locks of the cuffs. For all their boasting, Empire chains are as weak as any other place and he soon sees the cuffs fall away. But before Fjord can collapse, Caleb is there to prop his friend up. Neither one of them is in a good state for the fight Caleb Widowgast is about to start, but the wizard does not fucking care. They are going to leave and burn as much of this place down as they can on the way.

"Fjord." he says, his voice tight with barely concealed fury, "we are leaving now....you must do what you can to help me by moving as fast as you are able. I will be occupied with other matters." Caleb starts to move them out, reading to cast his first spell with his free hand.

[mayberaven]

It was a good thing that Fjord wasn't nearly of a size to his brethren with how heavily he wound up slumping against Caleb like dead weight at first. Not a reassuring thing for the wizard's intent on getting them out, but the half-orc seemed able to force himself to stirring, to getting his feet under him for all he still didn't look like he'd manage for long.

Regardless he nodded at the instruction, a slow, jerky sort of movement, tellingly sticking close. With the manacles gone he could feel the strange energy of the crystals crawling under his skin like acid, fingers spasming at the sensation. Nothing good there, but so long as he could still cast, he'd deal.

Even if the idea of it, of rousing even a bit of power to aggravate the sensation made him feel like puking. But Caleb needed backup. Caleb needed him, and he kept hold of that scrap of thought, simple enough to cut through the haze as they were starting to move and focus on anything other than that and keeping up with the wizard fizzled out.

[born_in_flame]

Caleb is well aware of how horrible Fjord is feeling as he felt it himself in his younger days. He's better now because he was ready for the reaction, but that doesn't mean using his magic is going to be any easier. As soon as he clears the door he's casting a cold spell to slick the path and hide their tracks with ice. He speaks softly to Fjord. "Let the power flow into the crystals when you need to. They are meant to work with you not against you. At least that was the theory anyway." He does his best to move at a decent pace hoping to clear the dungeons before having to attack someone.

Fate, however, has other plans as Astrid and a guard round the corner and spot the,. Caleb feels that rage bubble up and he's casting a one handed fireball at her before she can react. Any feelings he had for her are long dead now...turned to ash by time and her actions against his friend.

[mayberaven]

The half-orc lets out a low mumble of agreement at the instruction. Uncertain how well he'll be able to manage the task but Caleb needed him. He'd sooner rip off a hand than let the man down, especially now.

They'd discussed the differences in their magic before at some point, beyond simply the source. The lack of modulation available to Fjord in comparison to Caleb seemed the main difference, the warlock unable to put anything other than every drop of power available into a spell no matter if it was useful or not.

It was useful here admittedly. The crystals amplified the power, Caleb would notice the eldritch blast fired off had half again as many projectiles as the half-orc could manage normally. But on the downside there was no regulation there, no real ability to throttle back the power to something more manageable, something that he could take longer term. A low, raw, animal keen of agony from somewhere in his throat, hand spasming as he felt the burn of the spell light up his nerves, like someone had poured molten lava into his veins.

But he had no choice here but to endure. Endure and just hope they could escape before the flow of too much magic did some permanent harm to him beyond just the scarring of the crystals being implanted.

[born_in_flame]

The guard with Astrid is gone as the blast and fire ball turn him into nothling. However, Astrid is quicker to move and while the fireball misses her, the blast does not, clipping her side as Caleb casts Fire Bolt at the same time. She retaliates with a bolt of sickly green energy aimed straight at Caleb. He has been half blocking Fjord with his body, which means part of the orc's earlier blast clipped his side and part of his arm as well. But the wizard's higher pain tolerance means he didn't feel much of anything.. When he sees the spell coming he twists so that his back takes the hit, leaving a smoking hole in his robes and a black wound with green edges in his back. He hisses quietly before moving back to his half protective, half battle position.

"You could have been something more Bren," the half elf calls out in a mocking tone and Caleb's reply is snarled back with a fury Fjord may never have heard before. "Bren is dead," he replies reading another spell, "he has been dead since the night our master turned him into a monster. I am Caleb and that is who I wish to be."

[mayberaven]

If a simple cantrip felt that miserable to cast, Fjord was honestly worried what casting any other type of spell would do to him in this state. No, he'd hold those options as a last resort, rather than risk becoming entirely dead weight to Caleb, given he was already halfway there as it was and... the wizard was taking hits as it was.

And he'd never heard Caleb that furious indeed, surprised at the fiery vehemence even as he tensed faintly, ready for more trouble as he heard the sound of running echoing from somewhere down the hall, likely drawn by the commotion.

[born_in_flame]

Caleb remains focused on Astrid as he whispers softly to Fjord. "Cover my back," he says, "they may try to block us in and I cannot be everywhere at once." Caleb worries about asking this of his friend, but they really have no other choice. They will either burn a path on the way out of here or they will not be leaving at all. Trent Ikithon will not allow them to. "I know this is much to ask of you my friend, but we might not get out of here alive otherwise." He is burning through his spells as it is and knows he will soon hit his limit.

[mayberaven]

"Got it." Fjord replied in a low tone, with a confidence he didn't feel. But that didn't matter. Caleb had waded into this hell for his sake, so he would do everything he could to ensure the wizard got out of this disaster of a situation alive, even if that meant dragging him kicking and screaming. But for now he focused on keeping his shit together, bracing against Caleb to keep his feet as he took aim to give the new guards that came running a faceful of eldritch blast again, trying to shove aside the agony that was coming with using the spell.

[born_in_flame]

Caleb draws deep from the well of his will as he flings fire at anyone who dares come near him or Fjord. There is fire in his veins as well as the crystals in his own arms reacting to his magic. He's simply better at hiding the pain since he's been doing that for over a decade. Every time he manages to clear a bit of space he moves forward, trusting that Fjord will follow. Astrid backs up trying to give herself more room to attack, but Caleb's focus is clearing the path so they can get out.