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Bilgamesh 4

level 112

G-G-G-Guild Name!!!

Age 10 years
Personality kind
Guild Guild Name
(member)
Monsters Killed about 624 thousand
Death Count 229
Wins / Losses 60 / 55
Temple Completed at 10/22/2012
Ark Completed at 06/20/2016 (355.1%)
Pairs Gathered at 01/30/2019
Words in Book 40.7%
Savings 20M, 427k (68.1%)
Pet Battle toad Null 34th level
Boss Bagstabber with 62 of power

Equipment

Weapon interscepter +125
Shield side of a barn +126
Head deely boppers +125
Body anti-trust suit +125
Arms engagement wings +126
Legs spurs of the moment +124
Talisman hopeless diamond +124

Skills

  • thumb blowing level 128
  • strike of the rabbit level 126
  • disarming smile level 122
  • opacity control level 122
  • radiokinesis level 117
  • street magic level 111
  • brain dilution level 103
  • Cheshire smile level 101
  • pseudopod attack level 93
  • toe-bite level 80

Pantheons

Gratitude9313
Might1344
Templehood3017
Gladiatorship10341
Mastery905
Taming618
Survival2815
Savings993
Creation3157
Arkeology1139
Catch986
Wordcraft1360
Unity4
Popularity7
Duelery6
Adventure3

Achievements

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