FEAST!

[the_last_free_mods]

With Qin's army pushed back, Thor called all of his guests to the palace, along with many of the other warriors of Midgard. Strange machines from forgotten pantheons that sought refuge, Valkyries in Thor's service, regular humans who took up arms and many others. Most of them looked upon the heroes from the bifrost in awe. Everyone was led by attendants to a huge, long room with polished stone floors, filled with rows of long tables of beautiful craftsmanship. Thor himself, a nine foot tall image of manly perfection in furs and leather, stood up from his seat at a table that was different from the other only in that it was big enough to make room for the god's large size, addressed the room.

"My guests! My friends! You have fought well this day and driven the enemy before you so much cattle! You have bent them to your will with martial skill and pure fury! You have made me proud and given me knew hope for the race of man!"

He raised a drinking horn high into the air, his voice thundering like, well, like a thunder god. "Tonight, eat, drink, and celebrate! Tonight we feast!"

With that, attendants and human servants brought in huge trays of food. The focus is on beer, bread, and meat, but there are plenty of other options for those so inclined. They only serve soft drinks to children (Anyone under 16), but by the standards of this place beer and mead are soft drinks. All around the room, musicians, dancers, and acrobats provided entertainment.

It was a hell of a party.

[A less frantic chance for people to meet face to face. The remainder of the action log shall continue to be backtagged for as long as necessary, but ICly the battle is done.]

Comments

[championofthesun]

Even in a celebration like this, Gawain did not drop his air of knightliness. He was very clearly enjoying both the food on his plate and the wine sitting in his glass, but he was also moderating himself.

[puppy_lancer]

"Yo."

Lancer pops up behind Gawain, holding a plate stacked high with food.

"Gilgamesh is here, you know."

[championofthesun]

"The King of Heroes?" Gawain chose not to take his eyes away from his meal. "And what significance should that have to me? I never knew the man."

[puppy_lancer]

"Man, the future really fucked you up. You can't even remember the guy who calls himself your rival?"

He sighs.

"And to make things even weirder, there's another Saber. This one's a chick."

[championofthesun]

"I am quite aware of her presence here, having encountered her on the streets myself." Gawain took a sip from his wine glass. "Thus, I believe it about time that you put an end to this farce."

After all, said girl was the true King Arthur. However, whether or not Lancer knew that was entirely up to her.

[puppy_lancer]

"What farce? I swear you're the Saber that I remember."

As if to distract himself from trying to argue their contradicting memories, Lancer starts jamming food into his mouth.

[championofthesun]

"Then you are incorrect. My name is Gawain; I am a Knight of the Round Table."

Gawain likewise tried to distract himself with his food.

[puppy_lancer]

"..." Lancer stares blankly at Saber. "You're...not...Arthur?"

[championofthesun]

"That is precisely what I have been trying to tell you."

[puppy_lancer]

"So then why do you look so much like him?"

[championofthesun]

"You can call it a family resemblance."

After all, the fact that Gawain was King Arthur's nephew wasn't exactly classified information.

[puppy_lancer]

Well, excuse Lancer for not knowing much about other mythologies.

"What, are you his illegitimate son or something?"

He shakes his head.

"Damn. I thought he was just an uptight asshole, but he's a pervert as well? Remind me to kick his ass when Arthur does show up here."

[championofthesun]

"Excuse me!" Uh-oh, that comment got under Gawain's skin. You do not insult his king.

"For your information, I am the king's nephew. The king and my mother were siblings. Do not go jumping to such absurd conclusions, especially about my liege!"

[prototype_king]

"Ha! There you are!"

Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes, approaches Gawain with an air of familiarity. Let's be fair, he does that to everyone, and he has picked up a goblet of wine from somewhere.

"So Lancer tells me you've lost your memory, Holy Sword Wielder. My condolences."

[championofthesun]

Gawain sighed in frustration. "You must be the other Servant that Lancer told me about. Did it ever occur to you that I am a different person entirely?"

[prototype_king]

"Same color eyes, same color hair, same serious expression, and I can practically smell Excalibur, it's such a unique existence," Gilgamesh explains. "Don't try to hide your identity just by denying it. Hell, I'm not even here to fight unless you annoy me."

[championofthesun]

"Then clearly you don't know your lore very well. One of King Arthur's knights was the king's nephew, and used another sword gifted to him by the Lady of the Lake."

[prototype_king]

"Heh. The other Sword of Victory, was it?" Gilgamesh asks, looking impressed. "That doesn't make it into very many stories - I'd be surprised if it had enough of its own legend to appear as a Noble Phantasm."

Gilgamesh, of all people, is most likely to put stock in how published you are.

"So you claim to be...which one had the other sword, Gawain? Agravain?"

He almost says 'Mordred', but he's not that desperate for a fight.

[championofthesun]

"Gawain. I see no point in concealing my identity." He also apparently saw no point in turning his attention away from his food.

[prototype_king]

"Tch. Man, this is a letdown," Gilgamesh says candidly, plopping down across from Gawain as if he'd been cordially invited. "And here I was all geared up for another rematch."

He takes a drink of his wine. "Your king doesn't happen to be here, does he?"

[championofthesun]

"As a matter of fact, my king is here. You may be hard-pressed to find my liege, however."

Gawain technically isn't lying. He's just omitting the fact that his "king" is actually a woman.

[prototype_king]

"Well, he's got his doppelganger in the same class here to run interference for him," Gilgamesh says. "I have to say, it's a pretty good setup for an appropriately paranoid monarch."

He looks at Gawain appraisingly again. "Say...you are also Saber-class, right? What's the opinion on class power levels in whatever Grail War you're from?"

[championofthesun]

"Tch. Yes, I am also a Saber-class, considered the strongest of all the classes. Caster is often considered the weakest." More stuffing food in his mouth.

[prototype_king]

"Damnit. Always the same." He glares across at Gawain, look promising a fight soon, if not distracted somehow.. "And what, sir knight, is your opinion of Archers?"

[championofthesun]

"I have yet to encounter one who lacks a dirty trick and enough honor to refrain from using it."