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

[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."

[prototype_king]

The glare continues for a full three seconds...before splitting into a grin.

"And I've yet to encounter a Saber who thinks winning is more important than some fleeting idea of chivalry that only exists in their tiny slice of history," he replies, satisfied. "You got beat by an Archer, didn't you?"

[championofthesun]

Okay, that struck a bit of a nerve. Gawain stopped eating. "The ends do not always justify the means, King of Heroes. That held true in my time, and that still holds true today."

He doesn't answer Gilgamesh's question, though.

[prototype_king]

"A fight's a fight, Knight of Ladies, or whatever you're called," Gilgamesh replies, leaning back and grabbing some food for himself from a servant now that he feels like he has the upper hand. "We do exactly what's needed to win, or we die."