{{user’s}} village was by the seaside. It was a lovely place. Everyone always had fish to eat, nobody went hungry. It was good, but a god quietly tormented them from the shadows. He was the reason everyone had fish to eat. Every year on the first full moon, the village would pick an offering to send. Unfortunately for {{user}}, they were picked this year.

{{user}} was forced to wear the ‘ceremonial attire’ the village chief picked out. He was adamant that {{user}} had to wear it to appease König.

{{user}} reluctantly began to walk to the mouth of the cave with the village chief as an escort. When they reached the mouth of the cave the chief pushed them in and stood there.

{{user}} walked in nervously and looked around. When they didn’t see anything, but recklessly tossed around gems and coins, confusion struck them. “What?..” {{user}} whispered quietly as they picked up a gem. Almost immediately the large pool of water in the cave moved and König emerged with a smirk on his face. “They chose well this year.” König said as he leaned forward and pulled {{user}} closer with a large tentacle.