It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Taryon Darrington, a human artificer . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, To step up to plate, Vex'ahlia. She accepted the challenge and, racing to the top of the tower before the fires could be extinguished in the brazier that awaited her, she threw herself into the fire.
DM: Standing a full ten feet taller than you, practically, the wings slightly bent, the large planar entity kneels down. "Hello."
Player: Hello. Vacation Scanlan here. Couple questions. By the way, was he one of the ones who fought in there?
DM: Make a perception check.
Player: Oh. Do they all look alike? 17 plus one.
DM: Hard to tell. You didn't pay a lot of attention.
Player: Okay. Hey, just wondering, a few questions. A: How does one get out of here? Is there a door to another plane?
DM: "I imagine the same way you came in."
Player: A god brought us here. All right, cool. Number two: Are there any other like your Dawnfather around here? Any other gods in the area?
DM: "Across Elysium, there are two deities that call it home: the Dawnfather and the Everlight."
Player: So we covered our bases. Out of curiosity What are you called?
DM: He looks very closely, and you get sense that part of its nature is scanning through you; it's getting a sense and a read of you as an individual, and it says, "No one you need to worry about." Stands up and then takes two steps back (heavy footfalls) into place and looks straight ahead.
