[So once Gilgamesh caught wind of their next destination, he found himself increasingly curious, until he could no longer stand it: he had to visit as soon as the proverbial doors were flung open. Unlike many others, Gilgamesh was not bothered by the strangeness of the dream; succumbing to fae magic hardly affected his will, so strong that it could block out anything that was really and truly false. Simply put, his ego was too great to be jarred by even the mere concept of fantasy or delusion—ironic given how many he tended to harbor. He knew who, what, and where he was at all times, and that was that.
...it doesn't make the following imagery any less bizarre, however. Gilgamesh has curled up in a grassy field, surrounded by magical animals of every shape and size, enjoying a cup of tea. He looks, perhaps unintentionally, rather like a fantasy princess, as the animals in question are fawning him as if under some sort of spell. And maybe they are.
Gilgamesh, for his part, appears absolutely relaxed. This may be a good time to approach him without fear of his usual snappishness.]
knightmare.
[And then the nightmares came.
At first, Gilgamesh ignored them entirely. But eventually they grew so rampant and insistent he was forced to confront them, and of course any confrontation involving Gilgamesh tended to get awfully nasty awfully fast. What started as a disagreement over biscuits turned into beasts gone berserk, as the nightmares began to chase Gilgamesh across the realm.
Actually, that's not quite true. It was more like Gilgamesh was chasing them.]
Run, cowards! I shall put you in your graves, where you belong!
[Chasing on the back of a shadowy horse, complete with lance. Was it his lance, or just another figment of imagination? It's hard to say, but if he runs into you, he may very well try to recruit you to his cause. Though his leadership may be questionable, surely it wouldn't be a bad thing to help out... for the good of the realm. And maybe some extra coin.]
dreamcaught.
[This was stupid. This was beyond stupid.
This was stupid on levels he couldn't even begin to describe, but orders were orders, and astreasurer it was his official duty to make sure the dreamcatchers were distributed evenly throughout their numbers to ensure nobody's bad dreams caused a bad time for everyone else. If it were up to him he'd just let them suffer, but given the noose around his neck was a bit tighter than the average worker's, he had no room to complain. Even if he wanted to complain. Badly.
So if you happen to be dozing in a place where you shouldn't be on carnival grounds, Gilgamesh will be paying you a visit to hang a dreamcatcher above your head (and he may have even found a way into your trailer, depending). It almost seems considerate until he takes it a step further and decides to bonk you with it, just for good measure.
Hey, that's one way to make sure it works, right?]
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[So once Gilgamesh caught wind of their next destination, he found himself increasingly curious, until he could no longer stand it: he had to visit as soon as the proverbial doors were flung open. Unlike many others, Gilgamesh was not bothered by the strangeness of the dream; succumbing to fae magic hardly affected his will, so strong that it could block out anything that was really and truly false. Simply put, his ego was too great to be jarred by even the mere concept of fantasy or delusion—ironic given how many he tended to harbor. He knew who, what, and where he was at all times, and that was that.
...it doesn't make the following imagery any less bizarre, however. Gilgamesh has curled up in a grassy field, surrounded by magical animals of every shape and size, enjoying a cup of tea. He looks, perhaps unintentionally, rather like a fantasy princess, as the animals in question are fawning him as if under some sort of spell. And maybe they are.
Gilgamesh, for his part, appears absolutely relaxed. This may be a good time to approach him without fear of his usual snappishness.]
knightmare.
[And then the nightmares came.
At first, Gilgamesh ignored them entirely. But eventually they grew so rampant and insistent he was forced to confront them, and of course any confrontation involving Gilgamesh tended to get awfully nasty awfully fast. What started as a disagreement over biscuits turned into beasts gone berserk, as the nightmares began to chase Gilgamesh across the realm.
Actually, that's not quite true. It was more like Gilgamesh was chasing them.]
Run, cowards! I shall put you in your graves, where you belong!
[Chasing on the back of a shadowy horse, complete with lance. Was it his lance, or just another figment of imagination? It's hard to say, but if he runs into you, he may very well try to recruit you to his cause. Though his leadership may be questionable, surely it wouldn't be a bad thing to help out... for the good of the realm. And maybe some extra coin.]
dreamcaught.
[This was stupid. This was beyond stupid.
This was stupid on levels he couldn't even begin to describe, but orders were orders, and astreasurer it was his official duty to make sure the dreamcatchers were distributed evenly throughout their numbers to ensure nobody's bad dreams caused a bad time for everyone else. If it were up to him he'd just let them suffer, but given the noose around his neck was a bit tighter than the average worker's, he had no room to complain. Even if he wanted to complain. Badly.
So if you happen to be dozing in a place where you shouldn't be on carnival grounds, Gilgamesh will be paying you a visit to hang a dreamcatcher above your head (and he may have even found a way into your trailer, depending). It almost seems considerate until he takes it a step further and decides to bonk you with it, just for good measure.
Hey, that's one way to make sure it works, right?]
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