Within the past few years. [ He nods. ] The last recorded Summonings before that were over two thousand year ago. The history is available but... lacking details.
[ As is most sources of printed information they have access to within the Kingdom.
His brow furrows, and he eyes the bandaged arm again. A permanent wound, cursed then? Curses spread through a wound through the entire body if not treated properly, not unlike a physical infection. In Basawar, at least. Not just the body, the curse could infect the soul. He's been in Abraxas long enough to know such afflictions differ between worlds, though. The Singularity healed his own fatal wounds by the yasi'halaun.
He blinks, taking a moment to understand what Dion is implying with that, and then lets out a short huff. He takes no offense. These are the least of his scars, and he's never been particularly shy about them. He cocks his head to one side, then looks down at the tattoo: ]
That or a serpent. [ He frowns at it, and then adds almost dismissively: ] It's from another life.
[ Literally.
He glances back up at Dion, studying his face again before deciding to offer: ]
If you're not against learning magic here, there's other ways to avoid disturbing people. [ With that he waves one hand in front of his face: his features remain the same, but there are more scars and tattoos on his face now, including one that extends from the sides of his mouth nearly ear to ear - the kind of scar that immediately invites both assumptions and questions about him. He quickly does the same motion, returning to his earlier face. There's a ghost of a smile on his lips. Enough people have seen his marked face now that he is less concerned about showing it. ]
no subject
[ As is most sources of printed information they have access to within the Kingdom.
His brow furrows, and he eyes the bandaged arm again. A permanent wound, cursed then? Curses spread through a wound through the entire body if not treated properly, not unlike a physical infection. In Basawar, at least. Not just the body, the curse could infect the soul. He's been in Abraxas long enough to know such afflictions differ between worlds, though. The Singularity healed his own fatal wounds by the yasi'halaun.
He blinks, taking a moment to understand what Dion is implying with that, and then lets out a short huff. He takes no offense. These are the least of his scars, and he's never been particularly shy about them. He cocks his head to one side, then looks down at the tattoo: ]
That or a serpent. [ He frowns at it, and then adds almost dismissively: ] It's from another life.
[ Literally.
He glances back up at Dion, studying his face again before deciding to offer: ]
If you're not against learning magic here, there's other ways to avoid disturbing people. [ With that he waves one hand in front of his face: his features remain the same, but there are more scars and tattoos on his face now, including one that extends from the sides of his mouth nearly ear to ear - the kind of scar that immediately invites both assumptions and questions about him. He quickly does the same motion, returning to his earlier face. There's a ghost of a smile on his lips. Enough people have seen his marked face now that he is less concerned about showing it. ]