The Temple of Artemis(Pre-Event/Intro Thread)

[Trixie]

The sensation of falling. Trixie thought it odd that whilst walking down the well-constructed corridor of Belial’s inner Citadel her inner-ear would throw her balance off. It was the same feeling she got when making a combat jump from an infantry carrier. Before long the mistress noticed that Sia had continued ahead of her. Had she stopped walking? No. Slowly the corridor of Citadel rose above her and Sia, not noticing Trixie had fallen into the very floor itself, kept walking. Trixie could feel herself tumbling head over heels into the pitch black pit into which she was being pulled. After what seemed like an eternity the Sith soldier came to a stop on a hard surface. Her feet touched down and she dropped into a crouch like recovering from a fall.

Rising up the slave fighter raised an eyebrow noticing she was no longer in Belial’s Citadel at all. The room around her was designed like that of a Grecian temple. Every exit, that she could see, was blocked by a thick fog. A statue to a god she didn’t recognize stood atop a blessing pool, wielding a bow, her quiver on her back. The sound of faint footsteps made Trixie turn around. A translucent entity shaped as a person was headed her way.

“Greetings, Champion. I am the mighty hero known as Teucer.” It said with a smile.

Before Beatrix could speak the Spirit was telling her all about how this evil Warlock had cursed it’s soul; something about Elysian Fields and six relics that she had been chosen to retrieve. This Spirit had summoned her, from that Underverse, to an island to assist in this quest against the Warlock.

What the fuck.

“Very well, Teucer. As it seems I have no choice in my destiny anyway…” Trixie made a gesture towards the slave collar on her neck. “I will help you as best I can.”

The Spirit smiled and took his place by the statue once again. Trixie moved to the other side and stared down at the crystal clear water in the blessing pool. She took in her reflection. Her wounds from the battle had been completely healed. What left her staring intently at the water as if she were watching the carpet bombing of an allied position was the bright red halo floating just above her head. Moving her hand, she found that it passed freely through it like it was made of air. Beatrix sighed, blowing her bangs from her face. Dipping a cupped hand into the water she fed the thirst she didn’t know she had. Shaking her hand dry the soldier got up and moved over to a series of benches along the wall near a fogged exit. Taking a seat, she swung her feet up and leaned against the wall, the red glow from her halo dimly illuminating the wall behind her. Closing her eyes for the first time since the battle Trixie sighed once more.

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Sia swallowed nervously in front of her boss. “No. She was there one minute and the next she wasn’t. The branding rune cannot locate her nor is it indicating that she has escaped the Underverse. We’ll find her, my lord. Trust me enough to do that.”

Belial narrowed his eyes at her.

“Find her! Find her or I will feed you to the Hound piece by piece, Morelli!” He slammed a fist upon his throne, shattering the stone.