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

[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!"

[puppy_lancer]

"You said family resemblance. How was I supposed to know you weren't his son."

He shrugs.

"I take back the pervert part."

[championofthesun]

Gawain scowls, then goes back to his meal. He doesn't want to continue this conversation.

[puppy_lancer]

"Yeah, uh...anyway, sorry for mistaking you for my Saber."

He throws a couple of glances at Gawain in between gobbling down his food.

"You are a Saber, aren't you?"

[championofthesun]

Okay, Gawain can answer that. He swallows his food first.

"Yes. Saber is the only class that I can fill."

[puppy_lancer]

"Quite a narrow skillset then." He swills his drink, and then lets out a burp. "I hear there's a bunch of other Heroic Spirits who could be summoned as a bunch of classes. Like I could also be called as a Caster or a Berserker.

[championofthesun]

"Narrow only in certain ways." Munch, munch. "I have a wide array of skills; it just so happens that the only ones that count befit the Saber class and no other."

[puppy_lancer]

"Oh, really? Maybe we should compare our skills sometime. You sound like a fun guy to fight....Even if you are as uptight as your uncle."

[championofthesun]

"I would not be opposed to the occasional sparring match." Gawain ignores the uptight remark, since he hears that sort of thing frequently. "Perhaps this city has a studio of some sort that can be used."

[puppy_lancer]

"We could just use the park, you know."

[championofthesun]

"Are you willing to wake up early enough for that?" If they were going to spar honorably, Gawain didn't want Numeral of the Saint getting in the way.

[puppy_lancer]

"Of course. Don't see what the time of day has anything to do with sparring, though."

[championofthesun]

"Then perhaps you might wish to acquaint yourself with my history."

[puppy_lancer]

"And how exactly would you suggest I do that? I'm not gonna waste time slogging through a pile of books just to find a mention of your name."