It's by the whim of a goddess that you awaken in a foreign place tonight. Perhaps you are a spirit or a deity, and you've come of your accord. Or perhaps you are a mortal, and it is only by her will that you've been invited. Spirited away to this magical place. Your gracious immortal host has provided you with two things: a mask-- ornate, jeweled,
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You could have it, you know. [ Her voice is almost coaxing. ]
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I don't like to cause trouble, you know that. I already have Pithos, I don't need that much more.
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Oh? You don't, do you? But I find hope to be such a troublesome thing.
[ An unfriendly smile. ]
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He does not look please to be here; but, then again, what mortal with a weapon capable of slaying Gods would? ]
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Little earth warden separated from his patronesses, he stands frightened in the presence of the ruin bringer.]
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Yet, he is a dignitary. Priest, augur, warden. He knows how to behave before things greater than himself. He approaches quietly huddled protectively inside the ceremonial robes Eris had dressed him in. He is a thin boy, if tall. Blue eyes shine very bright.
None of his prayers are appropriate. All of them are songs of safety, peace, long life, happy futures. He simply bows his head instead, heart quavering in his chest.]
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He'd never been one to take kindly to gods. ]
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A mask covers her face, but can you sense when a Fate is in your presence, Warlock? ]
Are you displeased, friend?
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--Not really, no.
[ And it's a lie, to be sure, but he's got worse things to worry about right now. Like if this woman was a God, Demon, or Elder Thing come for his soul. ]
Just out of my element.
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[ It's curious really, but she doesn't think he knows who she is. Which is alright-- not everyone recognizes her. She and her three sisters don't socialize terribly much. ]
You're magic, aren't you? I can feel it.
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