Post by Gregory Marule on Oct 13, 2018 21:37:11 GMT -7
Of the cities in the Renaissance universe, Lisbon had apparently been the one the least changed by the attack of the "entity". Florence had been so thoroughly demolished that mages had lost control over it's surviving denizens. Kyoto had a volcano now where there had been no volcano before, allegedly the site where said entity killed a young mage. Cairo was the location of giant golden rings, the only remnants of the creature. And poor Tenochtitlan, wiped off the face of the Earth alongside the rest of Central America.
Lisbon, however, seemed to have come out relatively unscathed. Maybe not by it's own merits, but it was still worth noting. It was this that drew Gregory into wanting to see it. Sure, it was still in the midst of rebuilding a lot of what was lost, but it was probably the closest he'd be able to come to seeing unmolested version of one of the cities of his world's past. It was an opportunity few people shared. Even he could respect the implications of that.
Unfortunately, for all of his respect for the situation, he hadn't taken the time to prepare as needed. He had no idea of anything important to visit. He knew nothing of the actual history of the country or city. Hell, even though he knew that one of the staff had used magic to arrange for him to be able to understand the other mages, he had no clue if it applied to nonmages. It all added up to him having wandered the city for an hour before getting completely lost and unsure of how to get back to where he had started.
After another few minutes of desperately trying to get his bearings, Gregory felt defeated. He'd left his sword back in his room, so he didn't stand out too terribly, but he was aware that he was starting to gather unwanted attention. Causing problems and getting the attention of other mages would be an easy way to figure out the way to the nearest portal. That would mean risking people's lives, and that wasn't a particularly attractive prospective considering he just wanted to leave.
In an act of desperation, Gregory scanned the busy street he was on for anything of note. A person who looked almost as out of place as he did caught his eye, and without further thought he approached them.
"Hey, you," he said, a tinge of frustration evident in his voice. "Can you understand me? I have no idea of where I am, and I'm needing to change that. Can you help?"
Lisbon, however, seemed to have come out relatively unscathed. Maybe not by it's own merits, but it was still worth noting. It was this that drew Gregory into wanting to see it. Sure, it was still in the midst of rebuilding a lot of what was lost, but it was probably the closest he'd be able to come to seeing unmolested version of one of the cities of his world's past. It was an opportunity few people shared. Even he could respect the implications of that.
Unfortunately, for all of his respect for the situation, he hadn't taken the time to prepare as needed. He had no idea of anything important to visit. He knew nothing of the actual history of the country or city. Hell, even though he knew that one of the staff had used magic to arrange for him to be able to understand the other mages, he had no clue if it applied to nonmages. It all added up to him having wandered the city for an hour before getting completely lost and unsure of how to get back to where he had started.
After another few minutes of desperately trying to get his bearings, Gregory felt defeated. He'd left his sword back in his room, so he didn't stand out too terribly, but he was aware that he was starting to gather unwanted attention. Causing problems and getting the attention of other mages would be an easy way to figure out the way to the nearest portal. That would mean risking people's lives, and that wasn't a particularly attractive prospective considering he just wanted to leave.
In an act of desperation, Gregory scanned the busy street he was on for anything of note. A person who looked almost as out of place as he did caught his eye, and without further thought he approached them.
"Hey, you," he said, a tinge of frustration evident in his voice. "Can you understand me? I have no idea of where I am, and I'm needing to change that. Can you help?"