[The why he can understand, if it is truly the case that Thorne had been the only ones to know of such magic until the Summoned had been given that chance to flee to other cities had they the desire. Though who had given them the means by which to perform their own summoning is yet another mystery. It would hardly have been Thorne themselves, given that none of the major cities seem to have much by way of deliberate contact with each other.
But then... who? And to what ends?
(He needs to know more of the gods of this world, and the forces behind such things as the Singularity, but it has been slow going even for him.)
But those thoughts are easily enough put aside, even if he can't help but sigh at Hythloldaeus' impish smile and the question that follows.]
As you wish, then.
[The arrival he describes is markedly different - though he, too, arrives wet and cold from being pulling out of a fountain, what he describes is a castle and the mages of Thorne rather those of Solvunn - like Hythlodaeus before him, he takes some care to describe Ambrose to the best of his ability, noting not only that he had been asked to wait before being given any clothes (and that Ambrose seemed to have at least something approximating the barest semblance of their creation magics given that Ambrose had been able to reshape the clothes to fit him) but also that - at the time - there had appeared to be some question over whether or not he would have been welcomed as a guest. The card he describes is different too, the Emperor, to Hythlodaeus' Empress and he turns his hand palm up so that Hythlodaeus can see where he has left it sewn into his sleeve at the wrist even despite having altered his clothes to better suit his preference.
From there, he turns to what he had found in the castle; the tidbits he had learned from his fellow Summoned, both welcomed and not (with a brief stop to mention that there had been those who had found reason to dislike Ambrose for their imprisonment; while he make it clear he himself has no strong feelings either way, he doesn't deny that Ambrose's actions had hardly been the sort to win him any friends from those so shunned). To the events that had followed shortly after his arrival, of being called to the castle courtyard for the summary execution of a man he had barely known but who had been accused of - in Ambrose's own words - 'assault and intentional of lethal harm'. Acts that Emet-Selch had not seen in person, but wouldn't be surprised to learn had been not nearly as dire as had been made out - and he says as much.
And then had come the portals. Ones created by a still-unknown ally, but given the chance to see more of the world he hadn't seen any reason to stay, when he had so few ties to Thorne as it had been.]
Thus, did I follow those others present from our world, and in so doing found myself here.
[There's a shrug with that last. Solvunn may not have been where he would have chosen given more information on the matter, certainly. It's a far cry from Amaurot, or even Garlemald. But he's managed to make enough of a living for himself, and for now that will do.]
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But then... who? And to what ends?
(He needs to know more of the gods of this world, and the forces behind such things as the Singularity, but it has been slow going even for him.)
But those thoughts are easily enough put aside, even if he can't help but sigh at Hythloldaeus' impish smile and the question that follows.]
As you wish, then.
[The arrival he describes is markedly different - though he, too, arrives wet and cold from being pulling out of a fountain, what he describes is a castle and the mages of Thorne rather those of Solvunn - like Hythlodaeus before him, he takes some care to describe Ambrose to the best of his ability, noting not only that he had been asked to wait before being given any clothes (and that Ambrose seemed to have at least something approximating the barest semblance of their creation magics given that Ambrose had been able to reshape the clothes to fit him) but also that - at the time - there had appeared to be some question over whether or not he would have been welcomed as a guest. The card he describes is different too, the Emperor, to Hythlodaeus' Empress and he turns his hand palm up so that Hythlodaeus can see where he has left it sewn into his sleeve at the wrist even despite having altered his clothes to better suit his preference.
From there, he turns to what he had found in the castle; the tidbits he had learned from his fellow Summoned, both welcomed and not (with a brief stop to mention that there had been those who had found reason to dislike Ambrose for their imprisonment; while he make it clear he himself has no strong feelings either way, he doesn't deny that Ambrose's actions had hardly been the sort to win him any friends from those so shunned). To the events that had followed shortly after his arrival, of being called to the castle courtyard for the summary execution of a man he had barely known but who had been accused of - in Ambrose's own words - 'assault and intentional of lethal harm'. Acts that Emet-Selch had not seen in person, but wouldn't be surprised to learn had been not nearly as dire as had been made out - and he says as much.
And then had come the portals. Ones created by a still-unknown ally, but given the chance to see more of the world he hadn't seen any reason to stay, when he had so few ties to Thorne as it had been.]
Thus, did I follow those others present from our world, and in so doing found myself here.
[There's a shrug with that last. Solvunn may not have been where he would have chosen given more information on the matter, certainly. It's a far cry from Amaurot, or even Garlemald. But he's managed to make enough of a living for himself, and for now that will do.]