#❝ ʰᵒʷ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ˢᵘʳᵛᶦᵛᵉ? ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡᵃᵖᶦˢ ˡᵃᶻᵘˡᶦ ᶜʳᵒʷⁿ ᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵘˢᵗ ❞╱ about .

[soulgathered]

woman who insists her father is a god because she cannot stand her mortal parent .

vs the man who insists his only parent is made of clay ... no need for the divine one .

[marsarrim]

       about ahatu .

ahatu ( meaning sister ) is the first lion cub ur ever received . he raised her all by himself & the two had an incredible bond, therefor explaining her name. due to having inherited some divine strength, ur was always able to carry her around, even when she became a full grown lioness.

she was also the only lion who could roam freely through the ziggurat, though she mostly kept to the young king’s side. it would not be too rare to see the lioness tug on his clothes gently to remind him to sleep whenever he worked too much, or just rest her massive paws on his back to keep him from standing up.

I like to think she can be summoned with him to chaldea tho she occasionally disappears as if she possesses a spirit form. if she is in chaldea one will most likely find her sitting on ur-nungal, deeming any mission too dangerous. chances are one can hear a  muffled ur complaining, saying something along the lines of “I am not your cub. I raised you. get off me you oversized house kitten.”

[marsarrim-b-blog]

// based on @castgil adorable headcanons for Gilgamesh & Ur ♥ .

The boy looks back one last time, a mischievous grin on his face, before he jumps out of the window like opening in the wall --- the distressed screams of his maids can be heard but by the time they dare look down, the prince is long gone. Honestly he doesn’t even know why his father has those women take care of him, Urnungal rarely missed the feeling of having a mother around, perhaps because it is hard to miss something you rarely knew. No, he always craved his father’s attention much more. Which is exactly why he has ran away to look for Gilgamesh.

He knows that his father is going into the city today and so he hurries through the gardens, back into the Ziggurat while looking for the King. He finds him, surrounded by people... like always. Strange how it seems that the whole world can approach Gilgamesh but his own son seems unable to do so. He follows him for a while, always careful to not be seen ( luckily his father has a tendency to read at the strangest moments, allowing Urnungal to easily catch up to him ). But like so many times before, at some point the King of Uruk sighs and turns around.

“I know you are there - how did you escape this time?” “Jumped out of the window...?”

The young prince shyly comes around the corner but the second Gilgamesh offers to hold his hand, he gives him a bright smile and hurries to his side. “What are you reading?” The boy asks and listens as his father’s voice tells him about this year’s harvest, the damage done by some wild animals and by nature itself to some of the fields. At some point the man stops, frowning just a little. “You didn’t understand much of what I said, did you?” The prince shakes his head, looking curiously up at the King - never before did his father care if Urnungal understands what he reads to him, it has never been much about the grand story, Gilgamesh is aware that the boy simply wishes to spend time together and hear his voice. Honestly for a prince, Urnungal never seems to wish for much.

“Come along then, it is better to show you, you are not going to learn if we keep you behind these walls.”

And that is how Urnungal leaves Uruk for the first time. His father carries him on his shoulder, not trusting anyone but himself to keep the child safe. He had been a few times in the city, but never before had the prince entered the land behind the great walls his father had build. He is in awe and while his father walks, his fingers brush over the stone. “What do you think?” The question lingers in the air for a while before the child giggles “I think that Uruk will be safe for all of eternity with these... With those walls, there will always be people in Uruk.” Urnungal tries his best to sound grand, but he never really receives an answer.

They walk among the fields, farmers tell their King of their success and their worries, they show him the harvest, they show him the damage done. And he looks at everything, giving everyone equal attention, even if theirs sometimes moves from their King to their Prince who is looking down at them from his father’s shoulder, waving and grinning. But he is curious, he listens and he remembers, especially the way his father talks to his subordinates, how his commands are total yet he never has to raise his voice. At some point Urnungal has permission to explore their surroundings by himself - he cannot see it, but this is one of the few times when his father’s attention shifts a little bit, always keeping an eye at his offspring, calling him back if he moves away too far.

They spend the entire day outside and the next weeks, Gilgamesh takes his son along more. While the tutors the boy has are not bad, he realizes that it seems Urnungal has a much easier time learning things in a more direct way. He even sometimes tries to offer up his own ideas and while they are not of much use yet, it becomes clear that the boy has the head of a king on his shoulders... he just needs a bit more shaping.

“Father, what are you doing here?” It is one of the evenings after they return to the Ziggurat, Urnungal is being lifted up by his father to look over the city as it slowly changes from its busy day time doing into the night. People go into their homes, fires are lit and even the sounds of animals change. The two of them sit down, watching from the highest point of the Ziggurat and when the servants find them, both are asleep, with Urnungal being kept secured by his father’s arms.

The years pass and by now, the young prince is a young King. He carries his own son on his shoulders, letting him watch work and learn without having to explain too much. Ever since his own heir had been born, Urnungal had known that he would approach him in a similar fashion as his own father did with him - he never talked down to him as a child, always respecting the boundaries his young mind had but Urnungal had always felt respected.  “My tutors never teach me those things.” Udul-Kalama smiles at his father who returns the gesture, before ruffling through his dark blond locks. “Neither did mine, like you I was taught those things by my father. He had build those walls that protect us and it is my duty now to make sure those walls will not crumble --- think of those walls as your grandfather’s shoulders, carrying Uruk and its people. Right now I am the one helping him to keep this legacy alive and one day that will be your task.”

[marsarrim]

             servant records : ur-nungal ( ruler ) dialogue .

SUMMONED : ruler ur-nungal at your service - do not worry if you have not heard of me, just put me to the test and use me as you see fit .

                                                                LEVELING

LEVEL-UP : there is always room for improvement but for today you’ve done enough . 1ST ASCENSION  : reminds me of when I received my very first weapon of my own - the pride to have come so far but knowing I am not even at half the strength I should be. 2ND ASCENSION : … not bad for a prince, but master, remember, I am a King ! 3RD ASCENSION : hah, I believe now I am worthy to carry the crown and sit upon that throne, you have done well to help me come this far . 4TH ASCENSION : what kind of madman are you? putting so much effort into someone like me… I see, if you had existed back then, I would have liked for you to be part of my court, you are worth to share the same stage as those loved by the sun.

                                                                BATTLE

BATTLE START 1 : to experience battle like an ordinary soldier… it is a little bit exiting, I am looking forward to it, master. BATTLE START 2 : if you fail to give me the right commands we can change our positions, after all I have been trained to command people . SKILL 1 : I heard you  SKILL 2 : ah, of course . ATTACK SELECTED 1 : always command with certainty in your heart  ATTACK SELECTED 2 : mhmm ATTACK SELECTED 3 : understood . NOBLE PHANTASM SELECTED : heh, you wish for me to use that much of my strength? ATTACK 1 : if you do not move, I will have no regrets ending you  ATTACK 2 : tch . ATTACK 3 : hmpf . EXTRA ATTACK : honestly you are a stubborn one... NOBLE PHANTASM : it is time to test your determination - do not waver from your goal or I will erase you & your desire here on the spot . come forth, enlil’s judgment ! ( Alternative, as a full title : Ana Harrani Sa Alaktasa La Tarat  [ Road Whose Course Does Not Turn Back  ] ) . DAMAGE FROM NOBLE PHANTASM :  I will turn you to dust ... REGULAR DAMAGE : hmpf.. DEFEAT 1 : …even like this… am I truly not strong enough ? DEFEAT 2 : so it amounts to nothing… BATTLE FINISH 1 : you’ve done well… you’ve improved as a master BATTLE FINISH 2 : as if a true king could be defeated like that !

                                                 MY ROOM .

BOND LVL 1 : you summoned me to help you, that is all that there is to say about this . BOND LVL 2 : you wonder why I would not use the gate more often ? perhaps I will tell you about it in the near future, do not worry too much about it, I am strong enough as it is to be of use to you . BOND LVL 3 : why I am a ruler ? ah right, you mostly summon saints to that role - you see, I was loved like a saint by my people - born neither overly divine, nor overly human, I became the judge between the heavens and the underworld. BOND LVL 4 : the gate again ? I guess I can tell you now . it is simply an inherited power, not just that I have my limitations of borrowing its power, it is not something I have earned myself, so I dislike using it… what do you mean that’s childish ?! BOND LVL 5 : I wonder if it is alright to ask you… to remember me . history will not do so, but fighting at your side it—  no ! I am not asking for your friendship ! someone of my position does not have friends ! I am just saying that I might enjoy being part of this journey —- and to not forget the parts I played in it ! DIALOGUE 1 : you wanted to speak to me, so speak up, don’t just stare . DIALOGUE 2 : when I was bored as a child I would braid my own hair… it got to the point that I was talented enough that I would soon braid the hair of my servants, soldiers and their children... DIALOGUE 3 : why I avoid peoples gaze ? I… you noticed, huh? my eyes are a bit unusual, thanks to my divine blood, apparently my stare is intense and makes people uncomfortable . DIALOGUE 4 ( GILGAMESH / GILGAMESH CASTER) : of course you would summon him… who wouldn’t . but if possible I would like avoiding having to fight alongside him, it is around him, that I do not feel like a King but a clumsy prince . DIALOGUE 5 ( ENKIDU ) : I was young when they died… but I remember admiring Enkidu with all my heart - I wonder if I have the right to ask them if they recognize me? DIALOGUE 6 ( ISHTAR & ERESHKIGAL ) : well of course her name tells me something, it is just that I have never been as troubled by the gods as my father, still I might keep my distance . SOMETHING YOU LIKE : something I like… ? when it comes to things I can buy, I had all I desired as a King but… it’s childish, really . I always enjoyed my father’s adventure stories when I was little . SOMETHING YOU DISLIKE : fate perhaps…? no . that isn’t right, while I sometimes wonder how it would have been to have been born a simple shepherd boy… I guess a mundane answer would be snakes? I was bitten once as a child… a most unpleasant memory . ABOUT THE HOLY GRAIL : desiring something that fulfills a wish - this might be complicated but I wish to achieve my goals with my own two hands . if I’d win the holy grail war, than the battle was my path to earning the right to possess it, however that does not mean I earned the right to use it… does that make sense ? DURING AN EVENT : I never liked big events but a King’s duty is his duty, come with me at least . BIRTHDAY : it is your birthday ? well then for today, I shall act as your servant and attend to your wishes… well one wish. you may have one wish !

[marsarrim]

if you need proof that ur is the softest member of his family have this : he actually panicked over holding his wife’s hand after being married to her for over 30 years and once she told him she liked him he was in utter shock like “?!?! YOU DO LIKE ME?!?!”

[marsarrim]

i know that technically singularities get partly restored but i rlly wanted to write this so sue me.

“...” he tries. he really does try his best to not cry, but the young boy cannot help it. he crumbles to the ground, crying over the spot where his father stood upon just a moment ago. he begs the earth to open again, for ereshkigal to please return the king.  to please return his father.

he is not ready, he is not ready to follow his father’s footsteps, to lead people... to live without his only family. he slowly rises to his feet, still trembling, still crying. parts of him cannot even process the reality of the death he had just witnessed. none of the lessons gilgamesh had ever given him, had prepared him for that pain.

...or for the horrors of all that was left after tiamat’s rampage. uruk barely looks like the shining city it was just a few hours ago. those who had survived gathered at the outskirts, clinging to each other in fear and looking up at the young prince.

he stops crying. not due to his heart hardening, but due to the deep rooted duty that had been installed in him since his first moments upon this world. “wait here.” he smiles, albeit weakly and takes some hands into his, before walking through the ruined streets - as expected nothing within those walls is alive. he slowly walks the ziggurat’s steps up. he knows where his father had put the crown but he does not aim for that place. no instead, he walks into the king’s chambers, taking a cloak of gold and red to throw over his shoulders.

he is not yet ready to carry the crown but he is aware of his role to come. so he walks back out, with this robe that is too big ( just like the burden he now carries ) over his shoulders. the survivors had by now gathered at the bottom of the ziggurat, some shedding tears when they see their prince in the king’s clothes, understanding it’s meaning: their king has indeed died.

it takes him a few seconds to find his voice - and first it trembles, forcing him to start anew. “the wall. we will start with rebuilding the walls. even with tiamat and the lahmu gone, that does not change the world and rid it of every beast. lions, and other animals still exist. the lahmu had no need of food, our supplies are still here and the zigguar and some houses are left intact enough to keep us with shelter. so first, we shall make sure to not be defenseless - and send some men to the other cities, their survivors are welcome here too, if they can they should bring tools, water, food and whatever else they can carry.” nervously his hands cling onto the fabric of his robe, trying to find comfort in the touch - how often had he clung to these when he had been little?

“this is... no time to be divided, uruk will function as a sanctuary for what is left of humanity. in... in years to come, people will look at this as another tablet in a great epic, our sufferings will be a new generation’s beginning. so let us make sure, those generations have a safe home.”

..it takes months to even rebuild uruk to a point one can call it a city again. and some scars will need years to fade ...while some, especially those carved into the people’s hearts, would never heal. for all his fears, ur-nungal had been readily accepted as the new king. he is insecure on his feet, his voice does not boom through the streets like his father did, but he does gethis plans across and the people lovingly help him. after all most of them had seen the boy grow up. and those who lived within the ziggurat knew of the boy’s screams and cries at night when he sleeps, how he misses his father dearly... nobody, not even this divine child had been spared loss. and while the survivors find comfort in each other, drawn in by their own humanity, their young king would always remain slightly separate due to the divinity within his veins.

but that is, how things are in their world. and with the stubborn way of the citizen of uruk, they continue. continue until a year passes... they braid flowers into garlands, fires are started in the streets to burn through the night as they all prepare for their king’s coronation. it had been a good time... the first children had been born just a few moons back, and with the help of other cities their harvest had been good enough to not have anyone feel hunger.

they all gather at the ziggurat as the golden child slowly climbs up the stairs, still dressed in robes that had once belonged to gilgamesh ( slowly, slowly he is growing into them ). one of the priests who had survived waits atop the building with the crown, smiling down at the boy.

...when from the corner of his eye, he sees gold and green flashes in the distance, from the top of one of the hills that give a great view of the city, he smiles, knowing of some watchful eyes of two great companions, who hopefully were filled with pride. it fills him with more confidence as he kneels down, accepting the crown upon his head.

[marsarrim]

for the longest of times i thought about how ur-nungal would address enkidu since he views them as a parent. just “parent” sounds wrong, but so does “mother / father” so instead, it will be a little nickname. ur refers to enkidu with “anta” which means “from the sky” ( basically ‘star’ ) it is his way of having a more private way to refer to them.

[marsarrim]

BTW . as mentioned yesterday, little ur studied way beyond his years so he is aware of how children come to be. he just does not make the connection with himself. he is aware that there is a person people expect him to refer to as “mother” but that name does not hold much meaning to him. in his head his parents are gil and enkidu.

with the exception of mainly the verse with star, because there girin is an active part of his childhood & he is fully aware that she is his mother. but in other verses he just has not really connected the dots.

[marsarrim]

      MAIN VERSE CHANGE .         ( @avallcnis is an enabler !)

ur-nungal’s new main verse changes so far, that he is no common heroic spirit, rather one will find more similarities between him & merlin . both beings who are technically cannot fall under the category of servants due to still being alive .

years into his reign, perhaps as a last mocking of everything his father stood for, of everything entrusted upon ur-nungal as a legacy, ishtar took the king to the reversed world ( the dimension into which the gods left avalon is located there as well ). locked away in a specific part of it, ur-nungal was being kept alive by the magic of the place which reacted to the divine blood in his veins. he was forced to silently watch the world, witness his family age & die & uruk simply disappear to time.

he can be summoned due to merlin ( @avallcnis ) having found & freed him, like the magus he has now the free choice to appear in chaldea & like the caster he is technically alive, meaning if he dies in chaldea he will actually die. 

he does not change too drastically from normal, though he might be a bit more cynical & closed off .

[marsarrim]

Okay, but imagine: Ur Nungal meeting the children of some of the FSN servants (Mordred, Connla, Pegasus, etc.)

connla just has him go dad mode tbh since the boy was what... 7 when he died ? mordred is someone he can meet in chaldea. he feels empathy for their situation. a talk between those two would probably be quite interesting.

[marsarrim]

                    sad headcanon time because what’s happiness anyway .

when enkidu started to weaken & die, in ur’s head it just made sense that perhaps the clay enkidu was made off was too old. he begged the scholars of uruk to give him their best clay, reserved for only the most important of tablets only to rush back with it to the ziggurat, thinking that would be enough to “patch things up.” ...of course that was no solution.

after enkidu died & gilgamesh disappeared for the quest of immortality, for months the servants could find ur make little clay figures, praying to the gods to grant him a friend because he could not cope with the loneliness that suddenly filled his life.

even as a grown up he still kept one little clayfigure at his window, though of course he did not believe anymore it would come to life, but he did grow strangely attached to the trinket .

[marsarrim]

the boy climbs out of his bed, naked feet hurry over the stone floors of the ziggurat to his father’s throne room. it’s his little ritual: before he gets ready, before going to his teachers he watches the king for a little bit - sometimes he does not even say good morning, he simply looks and disappears again. it’s not that anyone ever stops him, people seem to find it amusing that the little prince shows interest in the tasks that will be his in the future.

this morning however is a bit different. ur-nungal blinks when he sees his grandmother wait for him. he comes to an halt before her, simply looking up before trying to peek behind her legs. “your father wishes for you to join him - after you have been washed and dressed.” she explains and while he does not really understand as to why, he nods and when she takes his hand he lets her lead him away, babbling to her about something he had seen in the market the other day.

when they return, the prince wears a beautiful new robe and for once his hair is skillfully braided, some beads of lapis lazuli found in his golden locks. they enter the throne room - the first thing the child notices is that everyone’s attention shifts to him... unusual and he has half a mind to hide behind ninsun. but then he sees his father’s companion, smiling brightly at him. ur-nungal smiles back at enkidu, feeling more confident with them around.

he is lead to stand next to his father - he does not really understand gilgamesh speech. later, when he is older he realizes that on that day, they did not only celebrate the month of his birth but that gilgamesh announces him to be his heir, his first born son. still, despite not really understanding, he stands there, proud as he can be.

one of the city’s merchant steps forward with his assistant. the merchant hold a dagger, the assistant a sword “since the boy has been accepted as the heir, we want to gift to him his very first weapon.” they smile at him and he smiles back, rushing past the merchant “it’s great!” he takes the sword into his own hands ( it’s much too big and he can not even really lift it ) there seems a moment of awkward silence as the merchant nervously looks towards gilgamesh ...who in turn only starts to laugh and wave his hand “I permit it, he can have both sword and dagger. albeit, it will take years for those skinny little arms to really hold a sword.” he seems amused that his own child has simply taken possession of a gift that had been brought for the king ( only the dagger was supposed to be the boy’s ).

when the other people leave, he hurries over to his father, smiling up at him. he does not expect a present, so when gilgamesh rests his hand on top of his head and asks what he wishes for he is caught off-guard. but then he smiles again, a bit shy he asks “would you spend the day with me?”

it seems his question is rather unexpected but before gilgamesh can answer, enkidu starts laughing “ah he really is your son - he might not ask for great riches but to simply ask for the king to give him and not the kingdom time... that is greedy!” but they wink at ur-nungal, their words are not meant as an insult, rather they seem humored by the innocent request of the boy.

“go on, it is your prince’s wish, you cannot really refuse. if your family wishes for it you should grant it to them.” they blink a little when ur-nungal extends his hand towards them too “...come along then, you are family too, enkidu.” they open their mouth, seemingly ready to protest but then they just smile and scoop the boy up, placing him on their shoulders.

“alright, alright - where to?” “the market!” he grins, resting his hands on top of green locks while they wait for the king to rise and walk next to both of them. it is one of the rare memories the boy holds of his father deciding to leave most of the work in ninsun’s hands... and while a rare memory, even years later, it is one of his most treasured ones.

[marsarrim]

ur does not like his appearance due to his eyes . his eyes are... quite the sensitive topic for him, he distances himself when someone, even jokingly mentions that he looks harsh . since he inherited gil’s slit pupils & the strong red color, he usually looks like he is glaring & after having people tell him he looks scary, he started to dislike his eyes .

[marsarrim]

I’ve decided to bring back Ur-Nungal’s original storyline, from 6-7 years ago, since some people seemed interested & because fgo made his story actually possible in canon . please also keep in mind the ishtar in this bg is based on the full fledged goddess, not the rin vessel & therefor she will be her mythological terrible self .

in a last effort to mock gilgamesh, ur-nungal, after just a few years of reign, is being taken away by ishtar to an avalon like place where the young king is imprisoned, forced to watch his family & people die as time passes on. the idea is, that Ur as the heir to Gils ideals, the first mostly human king to rule uruk, the one who should have truly been the break to the gods, is taken away before achieving any of that .

he is a bit more bitter in this verse. he is also only capable to be summoned to chaldea due to chaldea having different rules to who can be called as a servant - he can only materialize in the ruler class ( since technically he is alive he cannot have aspects of him be summoned ) & since he had been a king & watched the world as a king, he falls under that class . chaldea is the first time in 4000 years that he had been let back into the human world & had been able to speak with anyone but the goddess, so while quite excited he is also quite uncertain how to talk to people.

[marsarrim]

Ur might antagonize Gil a lot of times but truth be told he would cry or at least choke up if he was hugged by him so...he’s pretty much a big baby . his usual outfit is also one that Gil used to wear as a King, there are a lot of reasons why Ur is wearing it now but it pretty much shows that he isn’t as spiteful as he usually acts.

[marsarrim]

let me make one thing clear : Ur-Nungal had a privileged life. He never suffered from hunger & he had wealth & power . However, since the day his mother announced her pregnancy, there had been expectations set on a yet unborn child . would he be like his father ? & if yes - the King who has been a tyrant or the one who has become wiser thanks to Enkidu ? Would he be closer to the Gods or to humans ? Would it not be better for his father to marry & have children with someone he calls “ Queen ” ?

When the boy was born, everyone had been relieved to see that he took after the King & quickly he was announced to be the heir to the throne . The first few years of his life, Ur-Nungal had been happy - his days were spent being tutored or playing around : either with his mother, Enkidu or Siduri & sometimes he would sneak into the city where people adored their little prince... he seemed so invested in their lives . He wished to learn & he dreamed to achieve greatness similar to Gilgamesh . 

Then, Enkidu died & he did not understand it . The concept of death was something yet untaught to the child & just days after his father disappears . His mother, Ninsun & Siduri do everything in their power to rule Uruk in the absence of the King ... & nobody has the time to explain death to the young child . Within less than a year after Gilgamesh left, Ur-Nungal’s mother dies & still, he does not understand . But all of a sudden, every parental figure he had, is gone, taken away from him & he cannot grasp why . 

Finally it is explained to him, that his mother & Enkidu are now with Ereshkigal in the underworld & that nobody knows where his father really is . With the protection of his mother gone, eyes are now looking at the boy & they start to call him King ... he is unprepared . He does not understand what this role means - the people expect nothing & yet everything from him, perhaps they wait for him to be a wise child like his father but all they get is a confused boy who had thought he had years to learn what it means to be King .

During this time he grows extremely close to Siduri, seeing her as a mother figure & the one person he can trust . Because as a child he understands one thing : he has been left . thrown into a harsh reality that he simply cannot handle . Everyone who had been with him, who should teach him how to walk this path has left & as he grows older he understands that Enkidu & his mother had no chance : death does not leave a choice . But leaving does . While he understands that his father had grieved, he still feels abandoned - he feels that Gilgamesh simply left things to fend for themselves, be it Uruk, its people or his own kin . He looks with envy at other children who have fathers that explain the world & its making to them because he has been robbed of such a chance . He is bitter, because he is forced to grow up too fast, he is not allowed to decide who he wishes to be, he is shaped to become a King too fast - similar to Solomon, he views himself more of a device to rule Uruk, to protect it... & he casts away most of his emotions, it is his only protection at his young age towards everything that had happened to him .

So whenever he reunites with his father, he feels bitter because he still admires him --- but he is hurt for the way he was simply left & forgotten . He especially feels hurt whenever his character is being questions, as to why he acts that way, that he should respect Gilgamesh more because in his head, his cold attitude is something that has been formed by his father . All in all, he probably simply wishes for his father to cast away his pride for once & recognize that he had simply left his child, Ur-Nungal wants to forgive & even forget but first he wants his pain to be acknowledged, as selfish as that is .