A/N: Welcome to chapter two of GSG!...I'm surprised that you actually read this far without dropping it...don't expect anything amazing in this chapter, just expect to get yourself a refined piece of failure...I'm also not a generic Gheb worshiper...I just find him interestingly funny in a weird way...but anyways, on to Chap. 2!
Gheb, The savior of Grado: Chapter 2- A Legend's Legendary Legend: Part Two
Fort Rigwald-The Next Day:
"You there! How far off is the enemy from our position?" Gheb asked as he stomped his way over to the watch post located on the fort's upper level.
The Archer positioned there on watch duty suddenly snapped her head upright at the sound of her superior's disgusting voice. " I don't know...I can't even see them from here anyway...what's the point of watch duty here if your just going to use a foot soldier to try and spot an army from here if pretty much anyone can spot them anywhere? Why not use a flier such as a pegasus rider or a wyvern rider instead?" Gheb merely stared at her as his 'brilliant' mind went to work analyzing the question/obvious solution.
"Who needs a scout that can fly above enemy lines, gather information, and return back to base with the report before the enemy days or even weeks before them, when you have a cheap, expendable grunt watching from the fort and can report back to the commander within minutes or less, giving the legion stationed at the fort a few minutes instead of days to respond to the threat. Do not question my exceptional skills, for you are nothing but a lowly soldier who knows nothing about the tactical sides of wa-"
"You mean ordering us to charge right into the enemy and getting slaughtered while you sit back and eat your ass off?
"Silence! The great Gheb shall hear no more of this! Good day!" He stormed off as he was grumbling something about her having the nerves to talk back to him, the great blah, blah, blah Gheb.
He arrived moments later back at the throne room to see Valter looking for the perfect torture device out of his collection of dozens of different types of whips and torture devices that he uses to beat children like the monster he is. Gheb simply watched as the Moonstone was deciding between a serrated knife and a chicken...beak? The chubby one silently stood up and walked over to the children. "Do not worry your pretty faces for I will free your poor souls." He undid the chains and unlocked the cuffs with his chubby fingers, quickly and skilfully he took the children to the fort's hidden secret back doors and let them free. "Run little children and escape from here back to your homes." They could only stare as their hero saved them from their captor's grasp...before they ran like it was their last chance to live. Gheb later returned to the room he was previously in with a platter covered in all sorts of junk that could give any man a heart attack if he ate it all alone...but Gheb was no mere man...he was a large man...
Do you...know were the children ran off to? I'm pretty sure I tied them up nice and tight..." Valter questioned Gheb as the big man dropped a mutton leg into his giant, gaping mouth that was awaiting to be nourished with that unholy amount of food located on the platter.
"Some bandits came in and kidnapped them for the second time today and took back to their hideout? I don't really care about this kind of stuff, ya' know." He sat back down on the throne in order to fully enjoy his mini feast.
Valter could only gaze as Gheb was rapidly devouring every little crumb of food on the platter. "I'll let you enjoy your...um...meal...I'll be looking for more children..." He left in a rather quick fashion in order to avoid watching Gheb's meal be devoured as soon as it's even looked at.
"When will that little whelp be here...my axe hungers for his blood..." He sadly sat as he finished his mini feast and continued to sit there for a couple days, unmoving, using energy from his stored fat, and waiting for the chance to engage in combat with the prince, who seems to be making him nervous about the day they will finally clash weapons.
I WILL win...I MUST win!...No one will stop me...I will be the first you unite Magvel under one ruler...I am Gheb, the one man who has enough power and skill to save Grado from the depths of defeat...without me, they will surely lose this war...they cannot afford to lose a tactician of my stature...just the thought of me falling in battle is enough to lower the empire's morale...I MUST NOT LOSE!...I...will not lose...I...I...I..must...sleep...
The exact moment the commander fell asleep, a generic soldier pushed aside the chamber's door and rushed inside. "Commander Gheb! The enemy has finally arrived! What should we...do?' He stopped talking as soon as he noticed that he was pointlessly screaming at the big man's sleeping form...with his eyes wide open, piercing into the soldier's soul...so the generic soldier decided that it was the best choice to kick him in stomach...his foot just bounced off the giant gut...so he kick him again, this time in the face for no real reason, but it could be because he wants revenge...
"Huh!? Who was the fool that thought he could just touch my face with any part of his disgusting body!?
"I'm disgusting? Look at yourself!" Gheb's head snapped up and met the soldier's gaze.
"Care to repeat yourself, you dirty dog?" The soldier bowed his head in fear.
"N-no sir! But I did come in here to tell you that some of our troops have already engaged the enemy on the outskirts of Fort Rigwald and are currently losing the battle!"
"What!? form up and protect the throne! I cannot die! Do you know how badly Grado will suffer from losing me in battle!?"
"But sir! If we do, the enemy mages can easily scorch us all! After all, we soldiers lack resistance against magical attacks...!...Or the RNG goddess didn't bless us with decent resistance...either way, we'll lose this battle if we don't spr-"
"Shut up and do as I say, for no one cares whether you minnows live or die anyway. Got it?" The moment those words escaped from his dry, food covered lips, he heard a voice.
"W-wait a moment! That's a horrible thing to say!" Gheb swiveled his head towards the source of the voice.
"Who are supposed to be? Your name! Out with it!" The shadow moved closer to reveal a girl, who was no older than sixteen.
"I-I'm Amelia...I was assigned to this fort today! I am a soldier of Grado! Not your slave!"
"What's this now? Your a girl? You've got a lot of nerve talking like that to your commander, recruit. Looks like I'm going to have to teach you about the chain of command.
"Ah...", But before Gheb had a chance to continue, another soldier ran into the room.
"Commander Gheb! The enemy is approaching our position and will be here within minutes!"
"Grrr! Stinking interruptions... Form up, you useless worms. Don't let those dogs near the throne. Grado cannot afford to lose a brilliant tactician of my stature! No one will blink if any of you worthless toads dies. But if I die- You should be happy to fight, kill, and die in my service!
This is it...the battle is inevitable now...I will live to fight another day!
He tensed up as he heard the footsteps of the enemy army get closer and closer, to the point he hears the sound of metal clashing against metal, screams of pain from those who have already been felled from the archers steel rain. Gheb sat on the throne simply doing nothing, waiting for his chance to prove himself...
A/N: How was this chapter? Crappy? Mediocre? Dull? OK?
I dunno...
