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Bilgamesh 4

level 104

G-G-G-Guild Name!!!

Age 8 years 5 months
Personality righteous
Guild Guild Name
(dismemberer)
Monsters Killed about 513 thousand
Death Count 206
Wins / Losses 60 / 55
Temple Completed at 10/22/2012
Ark Completed at 06/20/2016 (287.8%)
Pairs Gathered at 01/30/2019
Words in Book 0.4%
Savings 16M, 118k (53.7%)
Pet Alpha centaur Nibbler 30th level
Boss Bagstabber with 62 of power

Equipment

Weapon interscepter +115
Shield surge protector +114
Head deely boppers +117
Body anti-trust suit +118
Arms warm embracelets +116
Legs spurs of the moment +117
Talisman hopeless diamond +116

Skills

  • palm of the Panda level 116
  • flying bird level 114
  • radiokinesis level 112
  • cobweb gulp level 111
  • slap of the whale level 106
  • seasickness level 95
  • brain dilution level 94
  • pseudopod attack level 81
  • sunstroke level 80
  • Cheshire smile level 70

Pantheons

Gratitude8844
Might1257
Templehood3020
Gladiatorship9969
Mastery991
Taming1120
Survival2287
Savings985
Creation2190
Arkeology1267
Catch1121
Wordcraft1409
Unity1
Popularity6
Duelery4
Adventure2

Achievements

  • Honored Animalist
  • Builder, 1st rank
  • Favorite, 1st rank
  • Martyr, 1st rank
  • Saint, 1st rank
  • Savior, 1st rank
  • Shipwright, 1st rank
  • Champion, 2nd rank
  • Hunter, 2nd rank
  • Moneybag, 2nd rank
  • Renegade, 2nd rank
  • Careerist, 3rd rank
  • Raider, 3rd rank

Hero's Chronicles

knock knock::

Bilgamesh put down his clay iPalm and cocked his head at the front door.

knock knock::

“Uhm… okay,” he muttered as he pulled back the ox-skin curtain that covered the front archway. “How did you knock on a ox-skin curta…” His voice stalled in his throat.

In front of him was nothing. I mean nothing. No visitor. No rutted mud pathway. No sleepy Mesopotamian town. No horizon. No sky. Nada. Nothing.

Gilgamesh? A voice intoned from the Nothing.

“Uhm, no… uh…”

Gilgamesh? The Nothing repeated. I have a package for one Gilgamesh.

“Uhm… he, uh… he’s not here. Something about questing. A long one. I’m his son.”

...

“Can I help you?” the lad asked, carefully peering around the corner of the archway. The nothing was making his head swim. If nothing else, it was far more interesting that the iPalm he had been poking on all morning. Clay just wasn’t much fun after it hardened.

I… really need Gilgamesh. The voice sounded nervous. I mean, it’s important.

“Not here.”

But I have a package for one Gilgamesh

“Still not here.”

Are you sure? What’s your name?

“Bilgamesh.”

Close enough. Sign here.

Blinding white pain rapped him on the inside of his skull. He fell to his knees.

And here.

Crimson lightning raced up and down his spine as he gasped silently in horror.

And finally, here.

Rainbow droplets of liquid metal erupted from his eyes as he shivered in strange ecstasy.

Good. Come with me.

“I… I don’t think I can leave,” Bilgamesh exclaimed after finding his voice somewhere near where he thought his liver used to be. “I mean, when dad gets back…”

... he’ll understand. You’re doing him a favor, really. Trust me.

The humble wood and adobe home faded into more of the Nothing.

“Okay…”

You’ll be questing. Just like your dad. Kinda.

“Kinda?”

Kinda.