Prelude of Gilgamesh [FOT/Chain]

In the very dead of night, once the sun had fallen from the sky and the moon had arisen to kiss the vast land with its light, the young man set out. With his bandana on his head, and a scarf around his face to conceal his identity as a military leader of the Reim nation, he mounted Gaaron and began to ride for a city that is soon to be overrun by bandit warlords. Angelus wished to capitalize on the chaos that had started to engulf the land. However, despite him wanting to capitalize on the utter chaos, the man also wished to truly help the normal people within the land that were struggling to live under rule of bandits and warlords.

It had come though at long last, for the might of Reim to spread farther than ever before. It was time to conquer the vast Parthevia. Angelus brought his subordinate, Nerilla, with him to go and look for a base of operations within the city. Parthervians that were living normal lives within the city were resorting to escaping to other cities or to the prosperous Reim that was not very far. People had just deserted this small city as word of powerful bandit gangs coming got to them. Angelus had to be the first to secure some territory here, and build it up as the base of operations for Gilgamesh.

Nerilla: "So, the name Gilgamesh, where did you come up with it?"

Asked the curious woman, whom like Angelus, wore a bandana and a scarf to conceal her face. It was crucial for the two to remain anonymous.

Angelus: "I am not quite sure, to be honest. It just felt familiar, somehow."

Said the white haired man, being frank with Nerilla on how he came up with the name that is Gilgamesh. It just merely felt right. Angelus could not quite put a finger on the origin of the name though. Anyhow, the two of them were soon coming upon the abandoned city. It seemed the bandits had yet come to the freshly abandoned city. Angelus were to have Gaaron stop in his tracks, before unmounting the beast from Marax. While he got off and looked at the many buildings that were now empty, the beast loving Nerilla pat and caressed the frightening and menacing Gaaron. It was her thanks to Gaaron for the ride here.

Angelus were to glance over, noticing a rather nice building that could be a nice base of operations for the soon to be known warlord. It was then that Angelus would bust open the door to the home, and gesture for Nerilla to come take a look with him. It could be that the residents of this building may have left some trinkets of possible value since they had to abandon so quickly due to the coming bandits.

Angelus: "As I thought, they did leave some valuables. Look, Nerilla, there is some gold and nice jewelry. It is not a bad place. We ought to build the place up."

Wordcount: 500+

Before the night were to end or others came, Angelus were to have to get to work on establishing his presence here within the small city and this home in particular. It was a quite nice building. It would be rather fun staking his claim here within this run amuck region of the world, but with time, this fun were to inevitably turn into playing with the human lives of an unimaginable quantity. However, to secure a path to not only Kingship but a western world of light, the young Angelus had to draw the blood of not only the evil, but inevitably, the innocent that he sought to protect.

Alas, fate was cruel, and Angelus knew this very well. Yet, despite the great cruelty of fate, he championed fate and was determined to make the best of what he was given in life. In Angelus' eyes, fate blessed him, for he had been given great potential and genius to lead his country to glory. However, strife was sure to come.

Angelus: "Nerilla, you can decorate the interior, tidy the place up, and set up a meeting room for discussions on important matters. I will make our presence very known here. I have to make this place feel more like Reim."

Stated the man to his friend, grasping ahold of white wool cloths to hang up all around the perimeters of the estate. Angelus were to get some black ink that he had found lying in the house, then begin painting an eagle on the cloths before posting them up where they could be obviously seen. It were to do for now, but these eagles were to display to any visitors that there were now brand new residents here whom were ready to defend their home. Angelus had to make the flags of his warlord reign an eagle, for without the eagle, he were to miss home maybe too much. Alongside the flags, he set up a type of spiky plant leaf on windows to deter bandits from breaking in.

It now felt like home though, somewhat. It did need more of the prideful Reim architecture and décor, but this Parthevian décor was not that shabby. Smiling to himself, he were to finish posting up the last eagle flag on his home when the jovial Nerilla would call out to him to check on how the base of operations was now looking. Angelus were to jump from off a part of the building before then entering through the door to check out the décor and cleaned place.

Nerilla: "What do you think, Angelus? Or should I say Gilgamesh!?"

Asked the prideful Nerilla, taking in the beautiful sight she worked hard on.

Angelus: "Get used to saying Gilgamesh if we are, but the place looks nice. Did they leave some food in here? I need a bite of food that's not our rations for once."

Asked the slightly hungry Angelus.

Nerilla: "They left a few hens in a small pen out back. I can go cook some eggs if there are some."

Responded the experienced cook, fetching some eggs to cook. Angelus took a seat for a moment in a lounge area. As she looked for the eggs, the young man grasped his gourd of water to quench some of his thirst.

Wordcount: 500+

However, unbeknownst to him, now there were guests coming upon the small city to gain what they can from the abandoned building. It were to be rather annoying once the young man caught wind of the bandits that had now come upon this nice area of some decent luxury, but not by very much. Angelus were to sip from his gourd of water, when the sounds of hooves were to enter his eardrums. Had he heard that right just now? Meanwhile the young Nerilla fetched the eggs, he were to just listen out very closely for others. Angelus were to look out the windows for a moment, to see some horses and cavalry of bandits indeed coming close.

It looked like they were trying to loot some other buildings and were trying to now check out this one for how nice the building was. However, Angelus were to notice that the bandits were to begin conversing to one another once the flags of Angelus' came into their view. Deciding to greet these new guests, he were to grasp ahold of a rather powerful weapon of magic that he had obtained some time back. In his hands the old and long war banner were to be brought outside to put on a display to the bandit guests of Gilgamesh's power that is unrivaled by their mere scimitars.

From the chair he laid in, relaxing, the warlord rose up and were to walk towards the outside of the entrance to the rather nice home. Gilgamesh were to open the door and with his earrings jingling, and his scarf covering his face, the man were to unveil himself to the new visitors now here. It was now or never for the warlord to display his dominance over the estate, but he were to try and chat with the bandits very nonchalantly for the moment to show them his confidence. Angelus was curious what the bandits had to say, when facing one man. Standing with dark under eyes and a confident stance in front of the entrance to the nice home, he were jab his war banner into the ground before him menacingly, looking deep into the bandits' gold thirsty eyes. Gilgamesh rose his voice to the men and inquired of their business here in these parts, prepared to lend the war banner magoi at any time.

Gilgamesh: "I am Gilgamesh. This is my land. What is your business here?"

Declared the young man menacingly, piercing their souls using his eyes.

Bandit: "Yeah, and what army!? Is it just you!?"

Asked a leader of the group, provoking Gilgamesh to show his magic.

Gilgamesh: "Leave, or I will slaughter you all."

Roared loud with authority the warlord, lending his war banner magoi. As if from out of a story book, an ethereal banner made of light magic were to take form on the war banner being waved now. A stampede of horses were to begin to take form before the bandits, lighting up the otherwise pitch black dark night. From behind the warlord, the horses were to stand tall, starting to march onward with a rather menacing visage. It was a holy sight, yet so horrifying. Gilgamesh were to scare the bandits off at once now. It was quite easy. In only a matter of seconds, he were to see the bandits begin to flee with their horses and scramble to realize what had just happened now. Gilgamesh happened. Anyhow, now hopefully by this time, there was some food made by Nerilla. It would be a nice treat to come back to right now.

Wordcount: 500+

Magoi: 280

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From the outside of the home, he were to open the door and waltz back in before he were to put away his war banner to the side. It was now time to eat as the kind and great cook, Nerilla, had now boiled some eggs for Angelus. If he could, he were to try and chow down on the couple boiled eggs before more people potentially came to these parts. In a ceramic bowl on a table within the lounge room, the eggs sat to be consumed for a midnight snack. Nerilla herself were to be lying within a chair too, starting to munch on some of her own boiled eggs. Meanwhile this occurred and they nourished themselves, a young and hopeful upstart bandit were to come upon the home of Gilgamesh and want to challenge him on his fresh claim.

As he bit into one of his last eggs, and opened his gourd to sip water, a voice from outside were to holler out to Angelus and call out to him to come and have a duel. It was quite sad for the local bandit, cause he had come upon the wrong man to challenge to a duel. Angelus was a gladiator, a soldier, and now becoming a vicious warlord now too, so the fact that this lowly bandit wished to duel was very humorous. Gilgamesh, the warlord, were to grab ahold of a bronze gold alloy two handed bastard sword and unveil himself to the small town bandit. With his dark eyes and nonchalant demeanor to him, he were to step towards the annoying pesk.

Gilgamesh: "Your request to duel is quite the act of folly."

Said the white haired man.

Upstart Bandit: "This place is mine! I'll be taking it now!"

Roared the young rookie, tossing a knife at Gilgamesh who were to parry it with an ability and continue to strut up to the lowly man.

Upstart Bandit: "Ah- Wha!?"

Cried out the desperate young man, then trying to fire an arrow from a bow. It was quite utterly pointless though. It was futile to try and stop Gilgamesh's menacing stride up toward him now, for his death has been now set in stone. While the man began to aim his bow and arrows at Gilgamesh, the warlord were to lend his sword magoi. It were to disperse rapidly into a cloud gold particles that now obscured the vision of the puny bandit. Reforming the sword from the cloud of gold, the warlord were to rush up to the bandit, shoving entirety of his blade into the heart before then yanking the blade out of the now fallen bandit.

It was the end of the upstart. Once that was said and done, Gilgamesh were to clean his blade and return back inside to his new home. Angelus had to now return back to his military camp that was not very far from this location. Nerilla and Angelus were to ride Gaaron back. From here on out, Angelus were to conduct his planning and meetings at the base.

Wordcount: 500+

Magoi: 280

Stamina: 220

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