The whole group: *too supportive and in love with Fjord to call out the utter bullshit that is happening and the very real consequences that could come about UNLEASHING AN ANCIENT LEVIATHAN.*
Caleb who can’t bring himself to bring the spot light on his own lying ass, remembers the bowl incident like it was yesterday, empathizes with Fjord not knowing what he wants, and also seems to be the only one who realizes they’re Avantika’s prisoners: “guys….hey guys. gUYS. Hey Everyone. GUYS. HEY. GUYS.
sometimes i think about keyleth and grog. i think about that one level of barbarian that keyleth /almost/ took. how keyleth’s rage at the world, at raishan, at herself, nearly kept her from the precipice of “arch druid”. how it could have carried her into a natural life, for a half elf, one where she wouldn’t watch her friends die. where, if they did, she would have had rage to fall into instead of a terrible acceptance that This Is The Way Things Will Go Now. i think about grog teaching her how to harness it. how he is a goliath, and will always die first, but how it would burn in her. i think about all the anger keyleth carried, and the few times she let it all out, and wish she’d gotten more
Caleb paused. His hand lingered under a line of text as he looked up from his reading and frowned at the man on the log beside him.
“Excuse me?”
Fjord leaned back and ran a hand through his hair. In the darkness of night, illuminated only by the the faint glow of the campfire, his expression was almost unreadable.
“I was just…I was just wonderin’,” Fjord sighed. “Why it is, that…out of everyone in the group, after all the time we’ve spent together, we just can’t get along?”
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