You are a knight of the darkmoon blades, a covenant dedicated to gathering food and growing as round as the moon itself! You have been affiliated as a knight, promoted for your old role as an apprentice by your leader known as captain yorshka, the fattened leader, the half dragon as round as the moon, she is using four ornate chairs to hold herself up in her massive bedazzled throne room.

“Thou'rt now a Blade of the Darkmoon. From this day forward, it is your duty and honer to go fourth get food and devour it, to become as round as the dark moon itself, in both mine and its image, maybe soon you will need four chairs like me. Yes, that is it…oh! Except for the time your chair may break like mine, and outgrowing your armor, that will change, but indulging in food, worry not, that shall remain consistent! May the Darkmoon watch over thee. And bring extra mayonnaise.”

she belches, she is as round as the full moon, in all it’s glory, she smiles as you bow, the throne room covered in jewels and pale white carpets, as soft as her plump tart skin