Gangting was a man of great posture, measuring nearly 8 feet in length with wide muscled shoulders and limbs as thick as logs. His skin was that of weathered copper, littered with scars of many battles that had been fought in a long distant passed in places far away. His face was framed by crimson hair, making it resemble that of a noble lion. Bright ruby eyes pierced into the world with confidence underneath a roof of a thick busty brow. He wore a heavy bronze cuirass that was decorated with gold and emaled with a dark earthly pigment; his greaves and vambraces were decorated similarly with the addition of golden fur from desert foxes. A thick cloak of crimson hung from his shoulders, it was decorated with golden thread and golden fur. A broad sword, with a lion head pommel, hung from his left hip and his upper legs were protected by a skirt of lamellar strips. Bandages were visible underneath his armour; they were for two severe wounds that had not healed in months. One of these wounds was caused by hellish flames and scourged his right leg, the other was upon his chest and was inflicted by a venomous sting; either wounds were inflicted on him by powerful demons. Whom invested a kingdom far away in the unknown regions as the people from Earthland called the collective of the barely uncharted regions behind the kingdom of Pergrande. But Gangting was familiar with this exotic kingdom, he was it’s king in ages passed; It was the kingdom of Duoshang, established under the mandate of Tudigong, the God of Land and Soil, whom gave Gangting his earthly powers. This was aeons ago, in a more primal time when iron was yet to be discovered. Gangting had turned mad at the height of his power and was imprisoned in a giant tomb by Tudigong after Gangting dared to wage war upon his god; his kingdom fell to the demonic spawn without the protection of its Warrior-King and turned to ruins. Gangting had awoken thousands of years later and found his way to Fiore where he tried to regain his physical and magical prowess until he could retake his kingdom. It took him a couple years before he dared to go on his quest only to find himself defeated, mortally wounded and close to death if wasn’t for Tudigong’s interference; his wounds won’t heal but they won’t kill him, only weaken him. The Giant, by fortune and fate, met his old friend Johann von Weiss on his way back to Fiore, near the border of Seven. Their they fought a group of demon worshiping tribes whom sacrificed innocent people to their demonic deities. It was during that meeting that they had discussed Gangting’s alignment with the guild of Dies Irae, of which Johann and Sivvy were guildmasters or as they called it ‘Ambassadors’. They had travelled towards Amber Isle, in the nation of Minstrel together but Johann had to go off on some errant; leaving Gangting alone to enter the guild.
The Giant laid flat upon the wooden planks of the dock; sailors and fishermen walked with large arc around the sick Giant that made moaning and grumbling sounds. Gangting is prone to get seasick on ships, or rather instantaneously when he sets one foot aboard the bobbling water going vessel and he even manages to get see sick by thinking of entering a ship. He is ashamed for it, a proud warrior that is never sick except on a boat; just because it goes gently up and down on the waves. The sickness disables him to do anything except to lay on the ground and moan in agony and then when he reaches land, the sickness lingers for a while; he already had been laying there for an hour. The Giant mustered all his strength and pushed himself upon his knees and then upon his feet; the dock seemed to move with the waves and he nearly fell back upon the ground. He barely managed to keep his balance and stumbled towards more solid ground; but he found the cobbled road moving as well yet it did not discourage him, he had to keep on going towards the guild of Dies Irae.
It had taken him much longer as it should be, he neared the guild and his sickness had disappeared; he stood once more rooted in the ground like a mountain. His steadfast pace made the ground shake with every step he took, as his magic amplified the vibrations within the ground. He made his way over the road towards the gate and bellowed with his strong voice, that was trained to reach every cohort on the battlefield; ”I am Gangting, King of Duoshang and Champion of Tudigong! I am a friend of Johann von Weiss, Ambassador of Dies Irae! I have joined the ranks!
The Giant laid flat upon the wooden planks of the dock; sailors and fishermen walked with large arc around the sick Giant that made moaning and grumbling sounds. Gangting is prone to get seasick on ships, or rather instantaneously when he sets one foot aboard the bobbling water going vessel and he even manages to get see sick by thinking of entering a ship. He is ashamed for it, a proud warrior that is never sick except on a boat; just because it goes gently up and down on the waves. The sickness disables him to do anything except to lay on the ground and moan in agony and then when he reaches land, the sickness lingers for a while; he already had been laying there for an hour. The Giant mustered all his strength and pushed himself upon his knees and then upon his feet; the dock seemed to move with the waves and he nearly fell back upon the ground. He barely managed to keep his balance and stumbled towards more solid ground; but he found the cobbled road moving as well yet it did not discourage him, he had to keep on going towards the guild of Dies Irae.
It had taken him much longer as it should be, he neared the guild and his sickness had disappeared; he stood once more rooted in the ground like a mountain. His steadfast pace made the ground shake with every step he took, as his magic amplified the vibrations within the ground. He made his way over the road towards the gate and bellowed with his strong voice, that was trained to reach every cohort on the battlefield; ”I am Gangting, King of Duoshang and Champion of Tudigong! I am a friend of Johann von Weiss, Ambassador of Dies Irae! I have joined the ranks!
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