Editing Talbot (section)

===Origins===
One of the early settlers of the region attempted to make a [[Wikipedia:Gu (poison)|Gu jar]], a jar containing venomous beasts, [[Spirit]]s and [[Goblin]]s insides. He realized what he'd made was too dangerous to let loose and tried to seal it away, creating two more jars over the first. Both the first two jars ended up breaking forcing him to keep hold of the third to stop it from shaking.

Talbot offers to take the jar, securing it in his embrace and [[Warding|wards]] the area around him. He used practice to prevent himself from dying of old age or hunger and guarded the jar for centuries.<ref name="16.ye1">Long, long ago, around a time of early settlers, someone had tried to make a [[Wikipedia:Gu (poison)|''Gu'' jar]]. They’d captured venomous beasts, goblins, and evil spirits, and they’d stored them in a jar, with the expectation they’d devour one another, concentrating ugliness and poison into a single survivor. Or that they’d dissolve and something else would rise within.<br><br>As the story went, the maker of the jar had realized that what he’d made was too great and terrible to be let loose. He’d taken measure after measure to keep it contained, but the jar would knock and the lid would shake, threatening to come free. So he’d placed it inside another jar with a cork and he’d sealed it with practice. Then inside another jar, this jar, giving it no opening or exit at all, except being broken.<br><br>And the first jar inside had broken with a crack that had woken everyone in the area out of their slumber. Then the second jar had broken and the creator had gone running about, carrying the jar, desperately afraid of dropping it, but needing help all the same.<br><br>Back then, a lot of practitioners had been tied to the Church. The man in charge of the church had agreed to handle the problem.<br><br>A selfless man. He’d warded the area, and hid himself away, embracing the jar to seal it within his grasp. Then, to the stunned and relieved culprit, he’d asked that the creator of the jar turn away from evil and live a life as virtuous as the one the reverend would now never be able to leave.<br><br>And then he’d remained. Sitting in the dark, hidden from sight and interference, holding the four foot tall clay jar carefully with limbs marked with wards, so it couldn’t throw itself to one side or hatch from the jar that was now egg-fragile. Prayers and power meant he didn’t starve, though he got hungry, and he didn’t dehydrate. He didn’t need sleep, and he didn’t age. People would visit from time to time. The caretaker of the church would be his caretaker, visiting every evening.<br><br>Until the church had been abandoned.  A man with dreams of chasing a higher position moved on from the little stone church and the reverend in the cellar, and he left nobody in his stead.  Roots had grown in, securing him, skin became like stone, etched with the wards, and the means of entering the hidden room was forgotten.<br><br>While scanning the region for any latent dangers, Milly’s dad had found the reverend here.  Keeping eternal vigil. - [https://palewebserial.wordpress.com/2022/01/18 Excerpt] from [[Left in the Dust 16.y]]</ref>