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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Carnifex" data-source="post: 716517" data-attributes="member: 227">"Well, mister... jar," Kale began tentatively as he carefully set the pot down."We're not leaving anyone behind here, but we're in no postition for any more... surprises." How ridiculous, talking to a pot "So I'll take you out of here and we'll see about getting you free once we're a little less... bloody." Kale wasn't searching for approval from the jar. He'd already made up his mind about what to do about the thing, and had enough bad dreams to battle without the addition of some 'releasing the trapped demon' nightmare to chafe his already quite sensitive hide. After collecting a length of fabric for use like the water-porters he had seen in Drakkath villages, Kale checked in with as many of the team as were available. "We need to get out of here soon. Whoever doesn't have a stake in what just happened, soon will, once they figure some gold is in it for their efforts. These children only add to our need to get the hell out of here. Burl, see if you can collect papers and books that can help us learn what the hell the Gilameshltes are, and what they're up to. This could be a prime resource into the elder god, and we seem to hear ancient, forgotten names spoken an aweful lot recently. "Ebri? Good gods, woman, I thought you were a goner. It's hardly ladylike to expose one's innards in such a way. Are you ok to move? Good, because this place is getting old, and it's never going to hit Immar's top ten vacation spots, in any case..." That odd woman. Not exactly a church-bound priestess. "Melisande, a lot of these goods seem to be raw materials for magical creations -I wonder if you might be able to make odds an ends of what's here? Even if we can't figure out what it's for, if you remember what the things were, we may be able to have someone help us divine what these folks were making. I'm guessing they're not party favors..." After a few minutes, rigging carrying equipment seemed Kale's last obstacle to finally getting himself and his crew out of the little hellhole. Judicious use of dead man's cloaks, ropes, and daggers, made for quick and effective improvized totes. The gear Kale fashioned was both strong and effective- of course, it wasn;t like this was the first time he'd made such things. Handn't found use for that skill as oft as I'd like, though.. Gear in tow, Kale prepared to move out. Four children for company, he was comfortable that Wyshira and Wolf had connected and gained the trust of the kids. Sebastion seemed plenty accommodating, as well- Kale only hoped that the stress of imprisonment did not cause them to do anything crazy on the way out. Crouching near the oldest of the four, Kale looked softly into the frightened girl's eyes. A mercy, their were still hints of defiance and life left hidden in the sockets. "We're getting you out of here, and you're never coming back. This place, gone. These people, gone forever. We're going to keep you safe... but I need your help." It was time the cildren be involved in their own rescue. Kale didn't experience much in the way of slavery, but he had seen broken spirits. Bruised people who'd believed the lie that no one cared. Breaking the will was key to control, but it was a feat seldom accomplished without isolation. Kale continued carefully, his tone light but still with the professional tone known to a bloodied swordsman. "What we do, we do by sticking together. One person watches the other, covers their back. It's important that we keep track of one another, and I can't do it by myself. But we? We are getting out of here, and we're going to make it just fine."</blockquote>

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