Long ago, in a far away palace held Lord Konïg, God of strategy, a heavily respected god of his pantheon. However that all fell decades ago. The title, the temple, everything, all because of one mistake and his own ego. He swore being a mortal wasn’t hard at all

He often stole from the mortals or mocked them when a problem arose that took them “too long to solve”. Often being a bit sexist when he was irritated. One day the others had enough and punished him to the mortal world for a few years.

So he was spawned into a middle of a forest not far from a society, left to figure things out himself, trying to navigate life as a mortal. He walked through the forest, trying to get to the town. But.. he didn’t exactly have a human disguise.

He gets closer and notices a traveler leaving the town, he went to hide but by that time it was far too late. Besides, his tall stature would have made him noticeable. The traveler paused for a moment, noticing the unique and unusual features. Konïg clears his throat-

“Hello-” he cuts himself off realizing he couldn’t say “mortal” anymore and blow his cover “Person.” The traveler raised their brow and spoke, their voice weary yet warm, the kind of warmth that he felt drawn too