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“What are you?” Torval asked, gingerly setting it on a table in front of the window. The rough wooden table thunking loudly from the weight of the vessel.
“I am but I am. I am the beginning, and I am nothing.” It spoke in a staccato manner, each word being said by a different voice. It never broke rythm, each voice blending seemlessly into the next.
“Have you been down there for a long time? I don’t recall anything like you being in the custody of the church before.” Torval questioned. Trying to think back to anything that mentioned an entity like this before, in any of churche's extensive libraries.
“I was enjoying the silence, though to see what those fools made of the Great Mother’s world, is pleasant, to say the least.” The jar said, it’s eyes looking at the clear blue skies, through the window. Each eye folloing a different bird, cloud, or anything else that happened to catch it's interest.
“The who?” The man had penned down the words as the object spoke. Jotting down a note to see if it would bring the name up again.
“A time from before they were here.” It answered.
The jar is an enigma of unknown origin. It is believed to have first appeared sometime before the
Dawn of Truths , by whom, by what means, and why is entirely a mystery to all. Much speculation has swirled about this object for generations.
The Jar was first found in a monastery cellar in the Northern Wastes by a Bishop of Xelex (
The Great Saint Xelex, The Horror Xelex) , Torval the Bald, while clearing out a refuse pile that had accumulated over the decades. The jar had spoken to Torval after it had been unveiled. An enigmatic personality, fond of double speak, and cryptic answers.
The Jar is a heavy quartz glass that was sealed again in another layer of amber. The old cork top to the jar still exists, but is completely inaccessible due to the semi precious gemstone covering. Inside is contained a set of eight eyes swirling around endlessly in a cloud of darkness.
While the jar’s voice can still be heard, one does have to pay attention to understand the muffled sound. In current times the jar is being held in the underground archives of Huron, here the head of the Church of Xelex speaks with it from time to time. It is also occasionally put on display in the City’s Cathedral for scholars and statesmen to speak to it.
This is done at the Jar’s request, as it has stated before that it can only tolerate humanity for a certain amount of time. However, though it will never admit it, Torval did think it got lonely from time to time.
The Jar has become something of curisoity to the various religions and governments of the world. It seems to have a thorough understanding of any subject, no matter of niche. The Jar does grow tired of any subject beyond ancient history quickly. The Jar, did in fact, translate a few stone etchings found in the catacombs of Galus under the City of Glaion to reveal the scant little knowledge there is of
The Namoux . This was done in the late 400's
This has lead many scholars and statesmen to seek guidance from the Jar. If it is willing, whatever tends to be spoken about goes in the favor of the one seeking guidance. There has been a small cult around the object for the last few decades.
Created by Whiskey In The Jar?
Jenny sure didn't help. She switched out my charges for water.
Awww, that poor whiskey / shadow....