Artimul
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- Posted: Thu, 19 Jun 2014 01:09:21 +0000
Artimul turned after belching loudly. He watched the mortal man run off much faster then Artimul knew he could. He turned back to the direction he had previously chosen to take... nothing changed his mind, not when he got started. Not even himself.
" If this is all that inhabits this place... I might have to be... nice for once." He said with a shrug. It was true, Artimul preferred to fight on losing sides, to bring chaos to what was worked so hard to achieve. He felt that many wicked ones were trying to oppress the mundane here, and he decided in that instant, that he would take the backs of the meek. He cringed at the thought, helping the good wasn't his cup of tea. They always tried to act above him due to their self righteous bullshit, which created problems. Artimul was a God back where he came from, maybe not here... but why change his persona for a bunch of weaklings? He would scout out further this world, see what it had to offer. He noticed something was strange... only a few of his powers were amplified, and the rest were nerfed... He would immediately seek whatever Deity made this realm it's land and he would demand respects for his presence... after all, he doubted they had ever seen a Djinn High God amongst the populace, humbling itself by merely breathing the rancid air and so much as viewing the repulsive scenery they called architecture.
" Bullshit... All bullshit." He muttered in a real deep voice he rarely used. He was brooding now. Just yesterday he had been shot dead in the face and felt his life on Telford was misused... that he could've been a better leader, he could've helped those people. He ruined it with his arrogance, but this was all he knew... even before Tazali. How he missed the Drow he had mated with. That was years ago, but only an hour or so in his mind. He was used to his lovers dying, or going away left, right and center. He knew he moved on seconds ago in his mind. He had to, for his daughter... but none of that mattered now. He had no purpose here, in fact he had no idea how he came here... he was supposed to go to his homeworld upon his death on Telford. What the hell happened? Who cursed him and called upon him? He would wreck the fool that summoned him... virtually damage them so bad he might just destroy everything he knew in the process. His temper was deep, and his mercy shallow. A time bomb just wandering the streets aimlessly. Finally he blinked twice and glanced around.
" Hear me! Foul ones who called upon me! Send me home or die! You made a mistake, trust me... but it is not too late to save yourselves..." He said the last part with a hiss and a grin. His anger always brought out the energy in him, causing the hissing noise he made.
" If this is all that inhabits this place... I might have to be... nice for once." He said with a shrug. It was true, Artimul preferred to fight on losing sides, to bring chaos to what was worked so hard to achieve. He felt that many wicked ones were trying to oppress the mundane here, and he decided in that instant, that he would take the backs of the meek. He cringed at the thought, helping the good wasn't his cup of tea. They always tried to act above him due to their self righteous bullshit, which created problems. Artimul was a God back where he came from, maybe not here... but why change his persona for a bunch of weaklings? He would scout out further this world, see what it had to offer. He noticed something was strange... only a few of his powers were amplified, and the rest were nerfed... He would immediately seek whatever Deity made this realm it's land and he would demand respects for his presence... after all, he doubted they had ever seen a Djinn High God amongst the populace, humbling itself by merely breathing the rancid air and so much as viewing the repulsive scenery they called architecture.
" Bullshit... All bullshit." He muttered in a real deep voice he rarely used. He was brooding now. Just yesterday he had been shot dead in the face and felt his life on Telford was misused... that he could've been a better leader, he could've helped those people. He ruined it with his arrogance, but this was all he knew... even before Tazali. How he missed the Drow he had mated with. That was years ago, but only an hour or so in his mind. He was used to his lovers dying, or going away left, right and center. He knew he moved on seconds ago in his mind. He had to, for his daughter... but none of that mattered now. He had no purpose here, in fact he had no idea how he came here... he was supposed to go to his homeworld upon his death on Telford. What the hell happened? Who cursed him and called upon him? He would wreck the fool that summoned him... virtually damage them so bad he might just destroy everything he knew in the process. His temper was deep, and his mercy shallow. A time bomb just wandering the streets aimlessly. Finally he blinked twice and glanced around.
" Hear me! Foul ones who called upon me! Send me home or die! You made a mistake, trust me... but it is not too late to save yourselves..." He said the last part with a hiss and a grin. His anger always brought out the energy in him, causing the hissing noise he made.