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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Carnifex" data-source="post: 716541" data-attributes="member: 227">There was a sound that might be translatable as a mournful sigh from within the pot. "You... seek to classify me within your structures of learning, as a this or a that. I am not something that can quite be... understood in those terms. I am me. I am a being of... knowledge, seerhood, but I am not, as it were, a human or dwarf or orc, or whatever other classification you might wish to set upon me. I am a being." Burl settled himself down and listened to the conversation between his comrades and the voice in the pot. It was true that they could use some serious help in getting the spoils out of here and he was not wanting to leave something of value behind. “I say take a chance and let it out of the pot. It is either that or leave it. There is no way we are able to haul it. Don’t you think that if it was something that Cancer could have used against us that he would have done so. Then mumbling to himself, “Maybe he can tell me where the ellusive spellbook is.”"I don't think Cancer even knew what he had," Wyshira said thoughtfully. "Kale, didn't you say you found the jar sealed up in a crate? It seems to me that Cancer hadn't begun to go through these goods yet. But that's not to say that it couldn't tell you where the mage's spellbook is hidden," she added with an understanding smile for Burl. IT.... I keep thinking of the voice's owner as an IT, but it sounds male, the priestess mused. A disembodied spirit.... ethereal. What sort of being would they see when they let it- er him out? "We have to free him," Wyshira said finally, speaking primarily to Sebastian and Cord. "It wasn't right that he was made a captive hundreds of years ago by that forgotten civilization. It doesn't matter what sort of being he is."Watching Wyshira search the hieroglyphics for understanding, Burl shook his head saying, “It’s about time I get my head up out of my arse and go help them. Maybe I can make something out of the writing.” Burl moves to the pot and begins looking at the writing. It is then that Burl stops, slaps his forehead with the palm of his hand in an upward motion and looks at the others. Removing his backpack, he pulls out a scroll case. Opening the scroll, Burl reads it, then with a look of comprehension, reads the writings.DM's Note: Burl remembered he still had a scroll of comprehend languages from a while back <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> Pulling his strike with a strain to back and arm, Kale let up as Sebastion blocked his swing. Grimacing in frustration, the young mercenary could do without his interferance. This isn't a bloody round table, and we don't need to vote, Kale thought indigently as he tried to discount Sebastion's position. But consensus... damn it, you've got no business leading if no one wants to follow. Many did agree with Kale's 'rash decision,' but that wasn't the point. Half the reason he acted so quickly was that he didn't want any time for second thoughts. Now, he had seconds, and thirds, and a whole multitude of reasons to find a way to be done with the whole talking jar incident. The jar and its occupant was the most dangerous thing in the whole chamber. It would be better to leave weapons behind... and the crew was in no position to be separated. Seb's offer was bold and practical, but offered too much risk. The whole crew, and anything they didn't want to fall into unknown hands would have to would have to be leaving, soon. "I don't think Cancer even knew what he had," and Kale pondered, wondering why Cancer recognized his face in the cellar the night previous, and why the mystic warrior was so intent on watching the chamber entrance. No, it was dangerous to overestimate one's enemies, but the mercenary could suppose that Cancer knew exactly what the jar was. "It wasn't right that he was made a captive hundreds of years ago by that forgotten civilization. It doesn't matter what sort of being he is." Kale inclined an eyebrow toward the priestess, disagreeing with her conclusion. "Many beings, and many particular beings, are locked up for good reason." Kale said carefully as he looked to Ebri, hoping her skull-charm could shed some light on their current plight. If he had only borken the damned jar in the first place, this dilemma would not be eating away at them. "But legal issues of peoples past are not my concern. We have plenty of portable wealth, and we could have been walking out that door long ago. These crates pose a problem, if we do not want this power to fall into other hands." Frustrated that he had to be the bloody Naseria policeman, he continued. "This stuff just can't sit around. We have to pack out what we can, and somehow destroy the rest. Our new friend in the jar, he's the most dangerous of the lot," he said, not caring if the thing knew he thought of it as a tool or weapon, "Matched up by a whole lot of powder and lightning. We shouldn't leave any of it behind, but the first thing take, is him." People as things... that was the threat slavery posed. The mercenary knew it, and it burdened him, but at the moment, expedience demanded that he see the seer as an object, a dangerous weapon that must not fall into the wrong hands. But whatever they chose, it had to be chosen quickly. Unfriendly strangers could already be closing to investigate. "Mister Trin, how fast could you rustle some cargo porters?" He wondered how well-connected the scout really was. Giving his reply consideration, he continued. "We'll be getting some kind of company real soon. Rat Trin, could you step outside and keep watch?" Kale asked. Surely the hunched man thought the request an opportunity for the band to talk amongst themselves, but what Kale really wanted was to make sure they were not surprised by visitors when they actually finished their little debate and decided that it was time to go. To the jar, the mercenary spoke again. "You've made a lot of promises, but with all respect, your altruism doesn't impress me. If it were me, I'd set you free... but I'm also willing to live with the consequences of being wrong. This team, these children, we're not in a position to be wrong." Kale saw Burl begin to decipher the writings on the jar. Hopefully, they would soon have some of the answers they sought. Stepping back and relaxing as he could, he made himself comfortable for more delays. Maybe, maybe, they could afford to tarry longer. "You've already got my name, what's yours?" Helpless to speed things along, Kale was content to chat with the seer until they hopefully gleaned the information they needed. Split between needing to free the prisoner, and fearing fell reasons for his imprisonment, the mercenary simply had to relax his tense nerves until the moment turned, and he could actually act.</blockquote>

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