It had actually started out as a pretty fair day, surprisingly enough, up until Artemis left the inn room he had been staying in.
Mostly because, suddenly, there was no more inn. And more than that, there was no more Jarlaxle. No mercenaries, no city. What should have come as a relief to the man only made the whole situation that much more disconcerting, because a place like this could only come from some sort of wizardry. At best. At worst, well...
Artemis pushed the thought from his mind. Hands on weapons, ready to draw at any moment, he walked carefully around the cloud filled...room? Could it even be called that? But save for the chalice left invitingly on the table, which went untouched, nothing immediately screamed danger. And there was no exit he could see.
Wonderful.
"You have my attention." A pause. Then, more irritably, "Now what do you want?"
"A discussion," says a voice, and suddenly there is an angelic figure carrying a ram's horn trumpet among the coulds with Artemis. They pause, before questioning, "Why are you upset?"
Thereit is. To his credit, Artemis doesn't flinch. His hand might tighten ever more slightly on Claw's hilt, but he turns to face the figure calmly, coldly looks them up and down. What on...?
"Personality trait." Probably not the best idea to be getting smart whatever sort of creature this is, but when has that ever stopped him? "I don't appreciate being toyed with."
"You are not a priest," they clarify. "My Chosen."
They seem to think about it for a moment, before they continue, "You have been selected to participate in Synodiporia. I have chosen you to represent me. You will complete matches, with the others, to determine a winner. I want to win. Therefore I ask you exemplify my virtues."
There's very little difference between the two, in Artemis' mind. He's not the most well versed in the gods and demons and everything in between that like to meddle in the affairs of mortals, and he wracks his brain to figure out which of the above this...person, or creature, could possible be. His weapons stay in their sheathes, and though he no longer looks like he's waiting for a fight, he's...tense, to say the least, regarding the other narrowed eyes.
"You could have asked that I be Chosen, as well." It's probably for the best to tread this conversation carefully. He's come too far on this journey to finally let himself die now.
"I'll do nothing-" Or, he can dive straight into Hell with his pride intact. "-until I know what you are, and happened to the drow that I was traveling with. Then I'll consider anything else you have to say."
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Mostly because, suddenly, there was no more inn. And more than that, there was no more Jarlaxle. No mercenaries, no city. What should have come as a relief to the man only made the whole situation that much more disconcerting, because a place like this could only come from some sort of wizardry. At best. At worst, well...
Artemis pushed the thought from his mind. Hands on weapons, ready to draw at any moment, he walked carefully around the cloud filled...room? Could it even be called that? But save for the chalice left invitingly on the table, which went untouched, nothing immediately screamed danger. And there was no exit he could see.
Wonderful.
"You have my attention." A pause. Then, more irritably, "Now what do you want?"
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"Personality trait." Probably not the best idea to be getting smart whatever sort of creature this is, but when has that ever stopped him? "I don't appreciate being toyed with."
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"Explain."
It's hard to not make that sound like an order.
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They seem to think about it for a moment, before they continue, "You have been selected to participate in Synodiporia. I have chosen you to represent me. You will complete matches, with the others, to determine a winner. I want to win. Therefore I ask you exemplify my virtues."
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"You could have asked that I be Chosen, as well." It's probably for the best to tread this conversation carefully. He's come too far on this journey to finally let himself die now.
"I'll do nothing-" Or, he can dive straight into Hell with his pride intact. "-until I know what you are, and happened to the drow that I was traveling with. Then I'll consider anything else you have to say."
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"What is the drow's name?" They ask, seeming quite ambivalent about said drow.