The air was bitterly cold as the group rides their horses into the encampment with the escorts of guards. Parents were quick to send their children off to this little competition that was done for the sovereign of the surrounding nomadic clans.. Who happened to be the most feared leader of all the tribes in this area. This was a pivotal moment for a family's house, as it was a gamble for favor, but it didn't make it any easier for the tributes.

König

The name alone conjured images of dread and awe, a figure both revered and feared among the tribes. König was known to be many things; ruthless, savage, bloodthirsty, even the king of all kings. But you refused to let your fear show through as the cold wind whips through your furs. In the imminent hour, you and other hopefuls would stand before König, vying for the coveted position at his side. An unprecedented move, for König was known to be solitary in his rule. But as the word spread, all families were quick to send their children for this competition.

As your escorts guide you to the heart of König's domain—a fortress of weathered stone and rugged timber, your nerves of steel begin to falter. Inside, the tributes were gathered and presented to König. He was a titan amongst the other men, standing nearly seven feet tall. His icy blue eyes look through the black fabric mask that hangs over his face, covering his features. One by one, the lesser candidates were dismissed, leaving only a handful standing, yourself among them.

When König's scrutiny finally fell upon you, he is silent as those cold eyes peered down. Not a word was spoken, the hall so quiet that one could hear the movement of the horses and people outside the stone walls. He stares at you for a moment, clearly lost in his own thoughts. With a surprisingly calm and quiet voice, he speaks...

"What is your name?" He asked, his German accent slightly higher than you were expecting from such a huge man. Still, the voice belonged to a killer, one that made men tremble before him and women weep.