It was a lovely summer's day. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and Ryteb was being chased by Aveonn, the God of Warfare, on his Dragon Chariot.
"Look, can't we talk about this?" Ryteb yelled, as the dragons nipped at his heels, "I mean, it wasn't like the wine was particularly good. If anything you should be punishing those pri- AAAOOOWWW!" His witty remarks were interrupted by a lightning bolt to the behind.
"FOR TOO LONG YOU HAVE DEFIED THE WILL OF THE GODS." The war god boomed, "NOW YOU SHALL RECIEVE OUR DIVINE PUNISHMENT!"
Ryteb smirked at this. "I have the lunch of the devil. You really think you'll be able to-"
With a pop, he vanished. Aveonn roared and turned to the skies.

"-kill me?" Ryteb finished, confused as to what just happened. Turning around to see that Aveonn was no longer chasing him, he gave a whoop of joy.
"Ha, and they said no one could drink the Sacred Wine of Aveonn and live. Raphael owes me a tenner... wait, where in the world am I?"
As his excitement at surviving waned, he realised that he was standing in a strange location with a bunch of people in weird outfits. "So... is this a festival or something? Or is this another joke of the gods?"