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Caleb Widogast is a witch without a forest. He carries his god in his bones, carries her song in his blood. They are crossing the world together, in search of a place safe enough to put down roots. Willing to make one, if they must.
Caleb is a wizard, master of forces that once ended his world. He will grow more powerful, will develop the skills required to ensure no one ever takes anything he loves from him ever again. His determination pleases his god, who is amused by human magic. Her gifts come to him more naturally--are an extension of her will, her power using him as a conduit, as he was born to be used--but they both enjoy when he adds a new trick to his repertoire.
Caleb has a family, now, who travels with him. Not one of them is like the others. He has his goblin, his tiefling, his sisters from all different races, his half-orc brother with an old god of his own. They have disparate goals and it doesn't matter. They will find success together, or not at all.
He is not alone. Not in his body, not in his heart, not in his bed, not anywhere or in any way that matters. Someday he will find his way back to the Zemni Planes, freed of the clutching hand of the empire. His god will come with him, and the paladin she made of a blood hunter, and hopefully some of the others too. They will be happy and together, safe, free to thrive in the forest they grow with their own hands.
Most unexpected of all, Caleb Widogast has a future. He twines his hand with Molly's, laces their fingers together. When his tiefling looks at him curiously, Caleb tugs him close for a kiss they both smile into.
Caleb has a future, and it is a bright one.