(The questions are good!) Ah ha, an excuse to write Icewind Dale era Entreri in all his overdramatic villainy!
I'm going for the intimidation factor rather than the vampiric one, since I cannot think of a suitable way to psuedoscientifically explain a vampiric blaster.
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Drizzt shuddered as the crackle of fire splashed across his skin, making his muscles spasm. He fell to the ground and tried to find the location of the burn and gauge how badly injured he was.
"Unfamiliar with blasters, drow?" The human's tone was conversational as he knelt to get closer. Drizzt tried to move, reach for his knives, but another wave of pain stopped him. The human -- Artemis Entreri, he had called himself -- twirled the gun with the sort of careless familiarity that implied years of practice. "I wouldn't make much money as a bounty hunter if I could only bring in corpses. It doesn't kill targets unless I want it to." A cruel glint flashed in his eyes. "Most of the time."
Across the hangar, Regis still hadn't moved. Drizzt fought the sinking feeling in his chest with everything he had learned of this human in the past few hours.
It took several times to get the words out through numb lips. "Ly-lying." This man was a professional, a perfectionist. He wouldn't tolerate the kind of error rate he was implying.
Entreri's grin flashed in light. "Perhaps, but perhaps not." He stood up. "I get paid either way, so you'll have to follow me to find out."
He picked up Regis, who was still unmoving, and left. It was hours before Drizzt could move again enough to stand.
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does Artemis have a weapon analogous to the Jeweled Dagger
Date: 2018-02-14 04:15 am (UTC)I'm going for the intimidation factor rather than the vampiric one, since I cannot think of a suitable way to psuedoscientifically explain a vampiric blaster.
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Drizzt shuddered as the crackle of fire splashed across his skin, making his muscles spasm. He fell to the ground and tried to find the location of the burn and gauge how badly injured he was.
"Unfamiliar with blasters, drow?" The human's tone was conversational as he knelt to get closer. Drizzt tried to move, reach for his knives, but another wave of pain stopped him. The human -- Artemis Entreri, he had called himself -- twirled the gun with the sort of careless familiarity that implied years of practice. "I wouldn't make much money as a bounty hunter if I could only bring in corpses. It doesn't kill targets unless I want it to." A cruel glint flashed in his eyes. "Most of the time."
Across the hangar, Regis still hadn't moved. Drizzt fought the sinking feeling in his chest with everything he had learned of this human in the past few hours.
It took several times to get the words out through numb lips. "Ly-lying." This man was a professional, a perfectionist. He wouldn't tolerate the kind of error rate he was implying.
Entreri's grin flashed in light. "Perhaps, but perhaps not." He stood up. "I get paid either way, so you'll have to follow me to find out."
He picked up Regis, who was still unmoving, and left. It was hours before Drizzt could move again enough to stand.