I slip in with the next set of migrants, caring only to make sure I've changed my gender to male.
I needed that rest. I've been doing a lot of thinking-especially about how the inhabitants in and around steelhold are much more intelligent than in many of the worlds I've visited. It's a lot easier now that the rift is stable, and my "soul", as it were, is all in one place. well...most of it. There's still a few memory gaps, worlds I cannot remember, but I'm not losing track of which world I'm in any more.
I think I'd like to stay in Steelhold for a while. There may be irritating 5-gambit pileups around every corner, but I can't recall any other fortress where I could call someone else an equal in intelligence...ok, not equal (I am, after all, a genius), but Steelhold had the closest thing in recent memory.
Emdief's behavior concerns me somewhat. I think he's tipsy with power...I won't say mad with power; his defenses are proof enough he's at least competent.
Perhaps...perhaps I can call this place...Home.
Speaking of home...
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I contact the Masked Entity via one of his followers; now that I can exert a much finer controll over the trans-dimensional rift, I could probably get through his wards without destroying them...but I was trying to be polite.
In one of the unsmoothed bedrooms, we talk.
"I was wondering when you'd show your new face."
I shrug.
"The evidence is very, very sketchy, but I think your 'true gods' came from the same dimension I came from."
The MaskedEntity looked at me.
"Explain."
"One: it's easier to create a trans-dimensional rift from my world than the other way around. Two: you and your true gods are still curious about the magical properties of adamant, indicating they haven't had the chance to study it very thoroughly, indicating they haven't been here all that long. Three: there are structures in that world which held evidence of a blown-up portal...I didn't recognize it at the time, of course. I think they made a portal, had it blow up on them, and then they couldn't find a way back."
There was a silence, as if millions of tiny, unnoticed whispers had ceased.
"lets say this is correct. What then?"
"I offer them a chance...to return home. There's no sentient life in my world anymore, except for me. there are some...conditions. Like no trying to controll the rift itself, no trying to break out and go on a dwarf-killing rampage. I'll come up with a complete list by next week. Break it and I'll sic Swordthunders on the perpetrators. so...what do you say?"
OOC: redwarf as a clothier, leatherworker, and/or dyer. Male. FractalEntity or Fractalman will work.
There's a lot of leather in that stockpile...for making, say, a disguise...