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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Matthan" data-source="post: 7113377" data-attributes="member: 20005">Blaise felt his soul burn as he listened.  Libète was listening as well.  They both felt a kinship with the dwarf as he began his tale.  He saw much of himself in the disease-ridden wreck in front of him.  The loss of freedom.  The debasement.  It was a cancer within the soul that never healed.  It was a source of rage that never diminished. Van Djik was just like him.  Only Blaise had his freedom while the dwarf was apparently still shackled by this spirit in the boat.  That could not stand.Then, the story turned.  Van Djik did not just betray those men.  He betrayed himself. He forfeited his soul.  The bokor was right.  Blaise felt his patron burn hot for a moment.  His lips drew back from clenched teeth as his hand shattered the small glass of jenever he was holding.  A large shard of glass pierced his palm drawing blood that burned as it mingled with the alcohol that freshly coated his hand.  Libète shifted suddenly.  Blaise felt his soul grow cold as his mind became calculating.  Blaise noticed the eyes of the others looking at him and his display.  His eyes looked down as he offered in a kind tone, “My apologies, sir.  You have been a gracious host, but I was not prepared for your story.  We are much alike, you and I.  We have both felt shackles.  We have both fought for our freedom and justice for those who harmed us.  We have both faced horrible choices.  I am afraid that I was overcome by the injustices of your tale.  Fate dealt you a poor hand, friend, but that does not have to be the end of your story.”He holds up his bleeding hand and grabs the one large piece of glass that remained stuck in the wound.  “A witch once told you that your fate was written in the lines of your hand.  I tell you that it is time to rewrite those lines.”  He began to drag the glass along the palm of his hand creating an image of a shattered chain drawn in blood.  “You are not a slave to this fate.  We can help you get the fate you deserve.  The one you earned.”  Blaise palmed the bloody piece of glass with his good hand as he reached out and grabbed the dwarf with his bloody hand.  “You have to trust us though.  You have to believe.”  As he says the words, he feels the cool rush of power pouring from Libète through his hand into the dwarf.He locked eyes with the dwarf, “Help us destroy this djab and free you.  Blackbeard won’t allow us to fight it until he hears the secret that you haven’t shared.  Seize this moment.  Show the world and that bokor that this is not how Piet Hein Van Djik dies.  Tell us what we need to help you be truly free and live again.”[sblock=Actions]Spend 5 HP of Lay on Hands on Van Djik to temporarily relieve his disease and hopefully convince him that Blaise can do what he says.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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