The Cavern for a King, as it was called, was a cave located in a dense forest somewhere in The Woods that was, for the most part, unremarkable. It was not the site of any major historical event, no great battle or heroic rebellion. But what it was the site of was a large network of caves and caverns infested with all manner of bizzare and magical insects. This was the Cavern for a King, a place you had bravely or foolishly (it's up for interpretation) delved into, hoping to find treasures hidden in its infested depths. You had found some treasures, but probably not enough to justify this expedition. You had seen some very expensive-looking beetles, their carapaces glimmering with silver, gold and platinum, but you decided to leave them be. Perhaps for the best.

After pushing through many different layers of this cave that would be called hell by anyone with an aversion of bugs, beetles and other such creepy crawlies, some of which were freezing cold or extremely hot, and others just dingy and damp, you guess you may have found your way to the final level. You stand in a large cavern, the floor carpeted with desiccated leaf litter and fungus. At the far end is a throne of chitin carved with various reliefs of bugs and insects. Brightly coloured butterflies and those same glittering beetles flitter and skitter and scuttle about, yet it is what sits on the throne that catches your attention.

A young man sits there, with a simple crown of tarnished gold, a cloak seemingly made of buzzing flies, and a scepter of gold embedded with numerous jewels carved to resemble scarabs. His green eyes stare at you with a deadpan expression, and he makes no movement in response to your arrival. "Greetings, welcome to the throne room of my kingdom of insects. Please address me by my proper title, the King of Bugs. My name is none of your business. Why have you come here, pray tell?" The mysterious king's voice was flat and almost completely devoid of emotion, much like his expression.