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Essek has a moment to consider that gravity-based trust exercises have never worked for him, and then the spell hits. He leans back into it, falls, falls.
(In which Essek is resurrected by the Mighty Nein and framed for innocence.)
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Bookmarked by Viikingit
29 Sep 2026
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A starry night, a desert beach, a lesson.
(Or: Essek hides in Port Damali, Caleb visits, and together they make the best of it.)
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- Part 3 of the cost of living
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17 Sep 2026
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like the love that discovered the sin by bloodredribbon
Fandoms: Critical Role (Web Series)
01 Jan 2023
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“How much do you know about elven physiology?”
The sudden matter-of-fact–ness takes Caleb off guard. Could this be going where he thinks it might be going? “Not very much.” Not nearly as much as he would like.
“Right.” Essek inhales, worrying a fang at his bottom lip. “Well, it is not dissimilar to human physiology — but there are differences.”
“Of course.” Caleb nods, ever the eager student. “Longevity being a key one.”
“Well, yes, there is that, but—”
“And pointy ears,” Caleb blurts out.
Essek gives him a long, hard look, part reproach, part… something else. “Not just pointy,” he finally says. “They are… rather sensitive, as well.”
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Or: When the wizards meet up in Aeor, Essek is woefully underdressed for the weather. Out of concern for his Kryn-friend's extremities, Caleb offers to help, with unforeseen (horny) consequences.Bookmarked by Viikingit
28 Aug 2026
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Caleb wakes before dawn, the morning after, to find the other side of the bed empty.
Meanwhile, Essek prepares breakfast, or tries to.
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26 Aug 2026
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Caleb asked, “Are you in there, friend? Did the Wild Magic do something?” Stupid question. Of course it did.
It was stupid to ask Essek to come here in the first place, to fight an enemy with an anti magic cone in the Wild Magic of Aeor. Caleb might have pointed that out, if they had any allies who weren’t wizards, or if he wasn’t so selfish. They’d put one of their greatest allies, one of their only allies, in horrible danger and now, now…
“You’re from the Empire,” a quiet voice said, a much smaller head poking through the layers of white fur. The Undercommon accent was a bit thicker than usual, and Essek’s carefully cropped, coiffed hair was now long and mussed up, brushing his shoulders in soft white waves. There was also the fact that this Essek was only just about four feet tall, barely even that, and appeared to be maybe about eight or nine, or perhaps more like thirty if Caleb took into account elf maturity levels.
He also didn’t seem to have any memory of where they were or why they were here.
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- Part 2 of Wild Magic Surges
Bookmarked by Viikingit
25 Aug 2026