Knowledge Of Gilgamesh/Events

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Sword lifted his claws, now stained with blood after the gruesome battle, no, slaughter. This was not what he expected. He sought glory in battle, not this. This was a massacre. These humans could not stand against his might even for a little while, though he could not have made such observations in the heat of the battle. Come, relay this message to the people of this land. I hate to talk for my Wisdom, so tell them it's from him. Sword ordered one of the beasts serving him. The letter was the one below: Nobles of Enweil, I offer you peace, though not one without a price. Your ruler shall hand over to my Epic the regions of Cjelorg, Uscala, Rummannen, Ete City, and Tsamn. In return you shall take control of Rinqen. This will gain our cooperation and peace for your people. And we shall march north together against the Daimons. Should you refuse this your realm will perish like Riombara. Consider this, and have your Chancellor respond within 7 days from now. Wisdom Sword motioned for a captain. We leave Fengen, I am sick of this place and what we are doing.

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After days of examination, Power confirmed that it was worth a try. The one called Annaej may die, but her resolve seemed strong enough to make it worthwhile, not to mention Queen Justice looked upon her with favour. Power began the ritual and took hold of Annaej's hand. Annaej felt a chill up her hand into her elbow and shoulder, ending at her spine. After a little pain on the back of her hand, the ritual was over. Power's eyes dropped and looked at the back of Annaej's right hand. There, three scarlet seals were engraved in blood red, extending from the knuckles all the way past her wrist. You are the first human to withstand this trial of the command seals. These three seals will allow you command over some beasts, but these are but transfers of my command power. Thus remember that if you force your army to do things they do not wish for, these will slowly fade away. Follow my Epic, and they should shine brightly. Power smiled at Annaej, turned around and started walking away. I'm glad you survived.

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Sword received information from a few close servants of Shield who used to be his own servants. He chose the strongest and the most able beasts to protect Shield. Their loyalty is still with him, so they came back to report the matters. Sword was furious. This will not go unanswered, his armies will trample over all the lands of these filthy assassins and they will pay for their attack on Shield. As he ordered his troops and those of Lance to move towards Enweil, he recalled that Epic's camp must be close. My majesty, the Epic of Gilgamesh, there is something I must do, let me see to it before the march north. Sword's servant wrote his words in a letter and delivered it to Epic as the armies were getting ready to leave. Without regard for Epic's response, as Sword's army was very disciplined, they left for Enweilieos. His desire to see that Shield is well trumped all else. With his brow furrowed and determination shining from his complexion, Sword marched with his army, and Lance's followed unwillingly behind.

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Wisdom felt that something was wrong once he arrived in Enweilieos. The Beasts here are much too quiet. He requested the presence of Armour. My Wisdom, what do you need? Armour came into his camp. What has happened during this siege, my Armour? Wisdom looked away, he never really took note of any female beast apart from Queen Justice and Shield. He merely assumed that Armour is where she is simply due to her filial ties with the Epic of Gilgamesh. During the siege my Bow was wounded, though nothing much has occurred since then. My Queen's orders have been followed thoroughly. Enweilieos will fall, and these humans punished for their insults and actions against her majesty. Armour recited these familiar words that she has been thinking about for a bit more than a day now. Where is my Shield? Wisdom cut to the chase. I... Armour was lost for words, for she could not bear to relate what happened. Wisdom quickly charged out of his tent towards the camp of Shield.

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Shield held her pale hand to the left side of her thin waist as Armour paced around her camp, ordering the beasts to search for the assassin responsible for such an atrocity. Who in their right mind would attack someone so weak and innocent? Armour admitted that Shield was probably one of the most beautiful beasts that she had ever seen, perhaps she even rivaled Justice in her youth. Armour finally got tired of the cat and mouse game and left the rest in the hands of able servants. She went into Shield's camp, watching a healer attempt to stop blood from pouring out of the gaping hole on Shield's side. Shield looked like a child, closing her eyes tightly and clenched her fists as she withstood the pain of the wound. Armour said softly, You will get better, my Shield, I promise. Shield's complexion relaxed visibly at her words. It was not easy to lie, for Armour knew no such thing as assured recovery from such a wound. The knight certainly sank deep before the assassin withdrew. She has put on strict orders not to let news of Shield's wound spread. She knew that more than one beast would throw behind everything, including my Epic's strict orders, just to come and protect her. Armour signed, how she wished she could switch places with Shield. Bow being wounded immediately caused Power to worry, and Armour knew that she would arrive any minute now, and if news of Shield being so severely wounded ever got out everything would become futile. Armour felt this to be the case, assuring herself that she had no vested interests in withholding this information. She will ask her mother as soon as possible.

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Justice received word of Annaej being seriously wounded by Enweil, and quickly ordered Shield, Armour, and Bow to continue to move into the city while she commanded her unit to secure the region under her control to prevent further misgivings. Annaej was quickly brought into her camp and the best human healers brought in to take care of her. Justice showed little emotion while doing this, but Shield, knowing Queen Justice from childhood, listening to the Queen's stories and lessons, knew that the normally peaceful and kind Queen was furious.

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Sword crushed the letter challenging him to a duel. He despised these ones who think they can match up to him in either battles or individual fights, wasting their lives away. Though he was sure of victory, there were always uncertainties in fights and battles. He would rather die on the battlefield than throw his life away. He had just heard of Lance's impudent actions and killing the human who challenged him. Lance will be punished, and none shall do such stupid deeds while he commands them. My Sword, I am called. Shield called out to Sword as she moved towards her camp from watching the sunset. My Queen Justice wishes for my presence. I hope to see you soon. Shield hopped a little like a young one, showing her excitement at being by Justice's side again. Sword smiled as Shield waved at him from her camp, now far away. How I wish to see her majesty, Sword thought quietly and to himself. It will be like the olden days... Sword remembered his duty, and marched towards Lance's camp and soon began disciplining Lance and his servants who failed to stop Lance from fighting the human.

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Power looked towards the city. It was a large and prosperous one, similar to Eno. She remembered Wisdom in his critical condition. Wisdom scribbled a letter to her even in such times. His writing was always handsome, but his wounds caused this letter to be very poorly written. Send a letter to the King of Riombara. Tell him that the treaty will be extended another 7 days giving them 14 days in total. Do not tell him about my Wisdom's state. I cannot make any decisions for my Wisdom nor do I want to. Make haste. The servant quickly scurried off. Power wondered whether he will find the way to the King of Riombara. My Epic...why have you left matters to me? Power thought to herself. Get better soon, my Wisdom, for no matter how much you wish me to make your decisions, I am no diplomat, I am a warrior.

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Did you see my killing blow, my Armour? Was not my move fantastic? I beat him at his own game with these human metal sticks. They are quite dangerous too, you see. Lance showed his arm where Stan slashed, it was bleeding profusely. As Lance looked up to Armour, who was standing quite a ways away from him, he noticed she was not looking at him but in the direction of the city of Grehk. Still thinking about that, my dear Armour? Why worry for him, it does not matter what happens to him. Lance walked towards Armour, throwing the sword he used to duel away like it was a toy, stained with the blood of a dead human. As he approached he took Armour's hand and said softly, My dear Armour... Armour seemed to just notice Lance's presence and promptly drew her hand away and in the process slashed Lance's hand. Don't touch me, and don't you dare call me that again. What of it, you killed a human, so that is why you asked me so persistently to come? Don't be a fool. Armour was annoyed. At her last word Lance seemed to flare up and his face gained a crimson glow. He took hold of Armour's wrist by force, wrung it and pulled it away from her. I hate being called that. Armour could feel his hot breath pulsating against her face, and tears welled up in her eyes and a few traced her smooth face. Lance quickly regained his composure, massaged Armour's wrist and apologized, ashamed of what came over him. I'm sorry, my dear Armour...I just didn't want you to think of me that way... Armour wiped her tears from her face, turned, and without a word left, throwing down a letter from Queen Justice, asking her to move towards Lopa. Lance saw the falling letter and remembered why Armour was looking at the city and muttered vehemently as he walked towards his camp, Why does that matter, even if my Wisdom fails and my Sword wages war, why do you worry for him? He is our 'great' general, who cares what happens to him? Why do you want to help him so badly...

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A duel? What kind of thing is that? Let me see, meet him at the north east corner outside the city. Lance laughed. A human seemed to want to fight him with a little metal stick-like weapon, alone. He wondered whether he should ask for Sword's permission to engage in such fruitless actions. Lance gruntled, he did not want to be restricted by Sword. For why does it matter if he should kill this human or not? Send note back, I'll meet him. Lance smiled.

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Sword looked out from the estate he took in Brovyl. The land looked peaceful, yet he knew his troops were securing the region for their eventual rule. Shield was sleeping soundly in the room, they had just talked about various matters, including their childhood. It had been a while before they were in the same location for so long. Now that this war is going to be over soon perhaps they can still be together for some more time. Sword relished that idea and thought about the happy days ahead. He looked at the setting sun, and knew that Shield would go out to see the sunrise again by herself. He strived to follow her for her protection every morning, but sometimes he would sleep late and be unable to wake up, in which case his trusted servant would do so in his place. He always felt guilty after that, but Shield always laughed it off as if she did not need protection at all. Sword knew that she needed to be protected, for she was one of the most frail beast that he had ever come across. As a child he always thought Shield was simply much younger and thus so much smaller than him, but he soon realized that she was in fact not too many years younger than him by decades. She had an extraordinarily small and frail figure, and would not have been allowed on the battlefield if not for her insistance on fighting with him. Sword did not want to compare Shield to humans, but when he was forced to look and see the human females, he could not help but notice that Shield was shorter and more fragile than even their average figures. Sword signed, for he wondered why she was so weak, yet so brave in spirit to make him so worried. Shield shifted in her bed and Sword looked back at her sleeping face. Her face was bright and beautiful, the most beautiful face Sword had ever seen. She was relaxed and happy in her sleep and Sword was happy for her as well. He put another layer of blankets on top of her and looked at her one last time before leaving for his room. He resolved to wake up every morning from now on to accompany her for the sunrise.

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While travelling, a messenger brought to Justice a letter claiming to be from the Marshal of the Arms of Creasur, someone in Hetland. Justice glanced over the letter and it seems that Hetland is eager to fight the Daimons as well. Justice shook her head, for they do not know what they are up against. It is not a simple matter of having the will to fight but the means to defeat them as well. She did not want to reply to his letter, for it means disappointment for him. Rather, this way he can assume something happened and be happier for it. She did not know when she will be back, for she longed to see Epic and Sword. Sword was like a son to her...this is a painful memory to recall. Her eyes became moist as she thought of the memories and handed the letter to her servant. She will not reply. Justice looked over to Power. She was not looking well, drifting in and out of consciousness as they travelled. Hopefully they will meet Wisdom soon and perhaps he can think of something. Perhaps Power will become well when she sees First and Bow, Justice thought.

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Justice looked out at the battlefield in front of the fortifications, it was laiden with bodies of beasts and daimons alike. She noticed fire in the same shape and form as rocks flying towards her army still. She had recently split up her army so they would all be harmed by such fiery power. Wisdom had called these fire rocks 'arrows'. It seems that humans are capable of producing such arrows against Sword as well. Justice was surprised that humans had such power in their tiny bodies, well, her size was comparable to that of a tall human female but they were still small in comparison to the average beast. She quickly went over to Power's tent and looked in to see how Power was doing. It seems that she has now recovered enough to move a little bit at a time. My Queen, I have failed you. Power spoke feebly now that she has regained consciousness. My Power, my good friend, do not speak in such ways. You have not failed me, but have done your best. I thought they were weaker, but it seems that their powers are not to be overlooked. My Wisdom will come up with something, he is a bright one. Justice caressed Power's long, flowing hair and continued. We will go, for I would like to lose no more of our beasts to these futile battles. I'd like to see my Sword and my Shield. It's been so long since I last talked well with them. Of course, I also want to kiss my own daughter. We have never been separated for so long, I wonder how my Armour is. Don't you want to see your mate my First and your son my Bow as well? Power blushed slightly, turned away, and said in a tender voice, why would I want to see them? Justice shook her head, for she knew that Power was always like this, with her mind on the battlefield Power rarely was able to enjoy the serenity and pleasure of simply talking and being with her mate and her son. Well, it seems it's time to go. Justice heard a call from outside, most likely a call from Wisdom. As Justice was leaving the tent she felt Power tug at her leg, so Justice turned around. Power muttered with her face turned away, will you help me to get ready when we arrive to meet them? Justice smiled and almost chuckled. Power was quite a bit younger than her, and was assigned to First by the Great King Gilgamesh a long time ago. She did not know the exact circumstances, for she was equally young at the time. Justice always wondered how Power was assigned to someone much older than her, but Justice never thought to ask before. Perhaps she can ask Power then. Of course, my dear Power, of course. Let us get ready. Justice left on that remark, still smiling brilliantly as always.

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Wisdom's army retreated from the field, scattering. He has never seen such a scene before. Battle was not something he experienced often in his weak physique. Though he was abnormally tall, he was nowhere strong enough to take combat seriously. He has been reading various letters from various leaders. It seems that there were some misunderstandings causing some unnecessary battles, but he did not mind that. If the leaders were really interested in what they talked about before then such small hinderances would not be much. Wisdom signed, and gave the official order to retreat to the woods surrounding the city. He was surprised that the Daimons would be so afraid, almost, of battle, retreating and shooting what seemed to be human arrows. These humans arrows Sword described to him, but of course, the fool that Sword is he never bothered to ask a human regarding what they are. They are but hinderances to the advance of his armies. He looked across to Power and Justice's armies. The only one of note was Justice, his Queen. Though she was not very capable as a fighter due to her physique as well, she led her army successfully. Indeed, though they lost the battle, they understood more about their enemies. Epic sometime talked about the Daimons of old, though these do not seem to live up to his stories. Wisdom wondered whether the Great King Gilgamesh taught Epic regarding these enemies. He did not think anymore, and led his army away, or what's left of it. He knew what he had to do, and he did it without any thoughts at all. Such enemies must be attacked without thought, from all angles, before their rain of arrows prevented advance. He did not recall seeing any Daimon fly, though he was informed they can on occasions, and he did not see any especially great. He faintly heard something in the old tongue of a leader named Palla, but he was unable to see her. As the armies continued retreating he pondered, why are we fighting these ones? This is foreign soil, and we have not reached agreements with the humans here. Why are we even here, for that matter? He put these thoughts behind him as he caught up with Power and Justice. One day he will learn this from them.

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It was a day after that Wisdom slowly woke up. His long arms and shoulders were sore. He was quite a tall beast, but not as well built as a beast more suitable on the fields of battle. He did not remember much of what happened yesterday, but he could remember becoming angry with a letter, though he forgot its content or who it was from. Wisdom slowly looked around his room. There was a letter neatly folded on his table. He usually has all the new letters he receives that are in need of replies on that table. How long was I asleep? And is that all the letters there are? Wisdom asked one of his servants. It has only been a day. My Wisdom, there are many others, but my Queen suggested that you read this before you do anything else. The servant responded. Why would my Queen Justice send me a letter and suggest that? This is somewhat bizzarre. Wisdom slowly moved closer to the table. His limbs were still not fully functional after such an unusually long time spent asleep. He took the letter, and on the cover: To my Wisdom, the child and little one. Wisdom smiled, it was rare for him to smile. He remembered the old days when Justice would take care of him, and always call him a child or a little one, like all the others. Those were the carefree days of his youth, he treasured those times, but Justice didn't call him like that very often now since he was almost twice her height and she did not look a day older. My Dear Wisdom, you are much too tired. Join us for a battle with these Daimons, my Power and I will not be far ahead. Do not worry about diplomacy, and leave your letters behind until after the battle. Your mind will be refreshed. --- Your Loving Queen of Epic, the Justice of Gilgamesh. Wisdom was shocked. This was an order from the Queen, though it does not look like an order. Justice never gave out actual orders, but when she puts her full title at the end of the letter it means just as much. He did not know why she decided this or when, but he quickly gave the appropriate orders to his servants, and left immediately. His servants sent notes of his leaving as a reply to all the letters that were sent to Wisdom. My Queen, what is it that you desire? Wisdom quietly asked himself, for he was puzzled.

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Wisdom was annoyed to say the least. This Chancellor of Mesh is so like Sword. Wisdom has no time for such beasts, and absolutely no time for such men. They are all fools. Wisdom slammed the letter from the Chancellor on the table in front of him after he sent his reply. All his servants in the room shuddered, for they only see this side of Wisdom when a matter involving Sword and Shield came up. The door suddenly opened and a ladylike figure entered. In his rage he did not recognize who it was before yelling, Get out! My Wisdom, child, what irrates you so? Queen of Epic, Justice said in a maternal, soothing voice and quickly walked over to Wisdom. Wisdom recognized her voice and collapsed on to the floor with shame and exhaustion. He was tired of these diplomatic matters, he wanted to be like Sword, merely following the orders of my Epic and cutting down opposition with force rather than words. He was very tired and fell asleep almost immediately...something soft... Your powers are still extraordinary, my Queen. Power jotted over to Justice and Wisdom, peacefully lying in the arms of Justice. Justice laughed softly, What powers do you talk about? I merely calmed him with my words, who knew the child was so exhausted... She signed. She saw similar situations in the dungeons. At first she did not want to talk to those small creatures called humans, but slowly she got to know some of them, and they were just as scared and excited as any of these children. She wondered why all these creatures are so agitated all the time. What was there to fear? There being no tomorrow? Power walked over and took Wisdom and almost threw him onto the bed across the room. You can be a little more reserved, my Power. Justice chuckled and smiled at Power. Wisdom groaned but remained asleep. Justice walked over to the table, where the letter from the Chancellor was crunched up. Bring me all the letters Wisdom has sent and received over these few days. Justice ordered the servants. Quickly, a pile of letters was produced, a rather large pile at that, there must be tens if not hundreds of letters piled together neatly on the table. Some scrunched up like this one but some kept very neatly and tidy. Who knew... Power was surprised as she flipped over some letters, a few of them were extremely long and tedious for her to read. After examining the exchanges between Wisdom and this Chancellor of Mesh, Justice muttered, So this is the problem. Why must we have these treaties to proceed? I do not recall my Epic liking treaties at all. He always just did what he wanted. She paused for a while, and said towards the sleeping Wisdom. What a child you really are, little one. There is no need to be so cautious and defensive. My Power, let us leave, you're bored of the city already, and there is nothing more for us here. I'll let Wisdom work out his own little problems with the good Chancellor. He is merely trying to protect his people. Justice turned to leave, and Power followed soon after, instructing the servants on how to act when Wisdom wakes. It will be like they were never there. Power took one last look at the sleeping Wisdom and signed, muttering, If only you retained your sleeping grace all the time, little one, perhaps even my Shield would take notice of you. She shook her head and left his room.