Jormungandr is a mass of deep, black, silencing sea. The edges of the water of Jormungandr are scattered with giant skeletons, likely belonging to large deep sea creatures. The major part of Jormungandr lies beneath the blackened sea, an underwater city long withstanding the decay and chaos of the creatures that live within. The city of Jormungandr has long, extremely wide open halls and passageways, that could host more than 10 times the cities population each. The only part of Jormungandr that can be occupied above land is a long, water rotted pier, that extends no longer than 50 metres into the sea of Jormungandr.

The Humboldt are long ancient gigantic squid, that have endured the chaotic depths of the Jormungandr. The Humboldt are incredibly resistant beings, toughened by the constant struggle for life in the abyssal silence of the sea.

Konung took his seat at his mighty throne in the undercity of Jormungandr. He observed the beauty of his realm. The dark, abyssal crevices in the floor of the sea, the deafening silence of the infinitely heavy water was divine in his ears. He took about swimming around his crumbling, delapidated ocean fortress, and held despair in his mind, for once, the city of Jormungandr was mighty and powerful recognition. The black obsidian pillars that once struck against the sun were now worn down, and crumbled. The once mighty halls of the Humboldt people had seen the most vicious of the beasts that lay in the waters of Jormungandr, and had fallen victim to their wrath. Konung decided that it was time for change, time to prosper, time to restore Jormungandr to its former might, and have the city once more rise to glory.

He swam to the surface of the water with haste, bursting through, and landing on the pier.

"Fear, me .." he whispered.
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The clouds were dark. The realm was silent, the only sound being the lapping of cold waves upon rotten wood. The moon was out, great and grim, it's sickening yellow cast upon the waters. The air was cold to Konung's touch.

There was someone else on the pier.

A small, old man was fishing.

Off the rotting pier.

He looked towards Konung and smiled.

This was unusual.

As strange an event as it was, something about this man soothed Konung, a reminder of a peace long lost..

Konung approached the man.

"Anything biting ? " he asked softly.

"Oh, yes," said the man. "But I always let them back loose.  I don't have the heart to eat them. Tell me.. do you do much fishing?"

As he spoke, his eyes twinkled, suggesting to Konung that, perhaps, the question meant more than it seemed.

Konung chuckled lightly.

"I do quite a bit of fishing, friend, especially in these waters."

Konung took a seat next the strange man.

"Wouldn't happen to have a spare rod, would yeh?" he asked.

"Oh, yes," said the man. Next to him was a spare fishing rod and line. There would be a bucket of worms between them. "Hook up and we'll see if we can catch a nibble.."

"Thanks" Konung said. He baited his hook, and cast his line into the water.

"So, if yeh don't mind me asking, what's a gentlemen like you doing fishing in such waters as these? Theres not much delightful in these waters friend, trust me"

Konung laughed to himself, spitting ink from his feelers.

"No, I know," said the man, creases furrowing in his darkened face. "But I like the peace. I like the solitude. Not many places like this are around these days. Strange things are happening."

There was a tug on Konung's line.. and then another.

"Looks like you got a bite," said the man.

"As long as yeh got no foul business ... you're welcome here" murmured Konung.

He pulled his rod back, and gave it a strong whip, making sure the hook was well attached to the being.

"Hehehe! Let's see what we've got 'ere!" chuckled Konung, reeling in his line.
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It was heavy.. heavy.. and then, with a mighty splash, it was thrown out of the water onto the pier. It was a crustacean, bone-white, covered in dark blue watermoss..

No.

It was not a crustacean.

It was bone.

Konung had, attached to his humble rod, a full-length human arm. The hook had gotten caught on a gold ring - glittering still even after the inexplicably long amount of time it was caught underwater - on the skeleton's hand. The shoulder of the arm was attached to nothing.. it was simply an arm.

Looking about, Konung saw that the old man had gone, taking his rod and bucket with him. All that remained was Konung's rod.. and the arm with the gold ring.

Konung looked around puzzled. He was very curious, and as he thought hard, his tentacles and feelers threshed and twitched. He picked up the arm, with the ring still on it, and the fishing rod. He dove into the water, and swam hurriedly to his throne room in the undercity of Jormungandr. He placed the atop a stone bench near to his throne, and took his seat. He swam back and forth, heavy in thought. He had never seen a human in Jormungandr until today, and then he finds a human arm with some strangely impressive ring still bound to a finger.

Konung swum over to the arm, pulled the ring off , and stuck it on his index finger.

The ring was engraved, in simple letters: JORMUNGANDR.

An artefact of some lost glory..? Perhaps Jormungandr, and it's squid-people, were all that remained of a once-great race?

Konung was deep in thought over this ring, and the fact that it was on a human arm. Could Jormungandr have once been populated by humans, too ?

Konung needed more information on the matter. It was time to head to inquire with the Conclave.

The seas of Jormungandr were silent, in tune with their Master's deep thought.

As silent as the dreaded waters lapping against the bones that lay on the shore, Konung re-appeared. He sat upon the edge of the pier, deep in thought.
How could he restore true glory to a realm that still hid secrets from him? His mind lay in thought deeper than the abyssal waters below.
Konung decided he would have to scout every depth of Jormungandr, but he knew that he didn't have forces sufficient enough to carry out the exploration. He would have to do it himself, or perhaps ..., perhaps he could call upon him, for Kordar didn't recongise fear, nor danger.
Yes, Orvar would do perfectly.

Konung heads into his temple to call Kordar to the dread city of Jormungandr.
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Kordar, perhaps the greatest swimmer in Jormunganr - even greater than Konung himself - soon appears, swimming through the black depths. Konung saw the circular tattoos about Orvar's naked body, and the strange look in his eyes. The Eye of the Kraken hummed, peculiarly, under the water..

"Lord," rasped Kordar, even under the waves. "Lord.."
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The sight of Kordar still struck fear deep in Konung.

His washed black skin, covered by patterened and organic tattoos, that were ever changing in bright shades.
His eyes were pure white, struck immense contrast amongst the deathly depths of the water.

Though, as fearful as he was, Kordar was terribly loyal, and Konung cared for him, for he was truly family.


"Kordar... there is work teh be done!" said Konung.
"We must scout every corner, crevice, fissure, and depth of Jormungandr! Fer death or for glory, brother" Konung growled.

His mindset was fierce and determined, and with that, he set off to the south of the city.

"Yes, Lord.." said Kordar. "Yesss..."

Most of the city was safe - Kordar had seen to that. The Temple of Jormungandr was safe enough, but North Jormungandr wasn't the entire city.. that was a city below, South Jormungandr, that housed many bleak underwater demons, demons which Konung hadn't seen to exterminate yet. There would be more clues there, yes.. more clues to the Realm before..

They pass through the arches and bridges of Jormungandr, through broken halls and savaged courtyards.. and stop, soon enough, at the Gate. An immense black portal, made of some primordial black stone, cut by ancient hands, easily five hundred meters high.. step through and you will enter South Jormungandr. Gold coins glimmered at each grounded point of the empty doorway, and heavy words were engraved at it's top: Mungrandr.

Enter Mungrandr, Konung, and meet your doom.

Konung looked here and far, and all between. He saw the depths of Jormungandr, and the danger that lay within. He eyed off the gigantic obsidian portal, it radiated danger, and Konung knew now was not the time.

"Kordar, let's head east!" yelled Konung, signalling east with his arm.

"East," rasped Kordar. Suddenly, a vision was shared between the God of the Kraken and his greatest friend.. the result of their psychic and spiritual bond. He saw the rocky underwater cave that was the home of Kordar, going deep into the earth, and the black sand and water-weed above that made the East the barren desert of the ocean.. peaceful in its own way, but ultimately a little boring, except..

Except for the Ravine.

The Ravine.

Kordar's home was deep, yes, but the Ravine was a slash upon the very world.. the deepest, blackest hole in Jormungandr, the house of unknown watery dooms and murky horrors, vague things that blinked in eternal light and that preyed on whatever was stupid enough to exist within the blackness.. the only place, in fact, that Kordar loathed - feared, perhaps - to tread.
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Konung peered through Kordar's eyes, staring into the deep Ravine.

"Kordar ... do yeh dare to tempt the divine my brother?" Konung thought, broadcasting the communication to Kordar.

Konung knew that the ravine would present both danger, and insight, and had to accept the good with the bad.

"Cold," said Kordar, his voice a whisper. "Cold.."

The Ravine was below them, unforgiving, deep, dangerous, cold..

Was that a glimmer of fear in Kordar's eyes?

The Ravine offered unparalleled information - treasure worth more than anything Konung could imagine, the treasure of knowledge - but with it, murky guardians who would not hesitate to destroy him.

"We will let it go, we will take flight, and come to deaths doorstep when we are ready, brother" murmed Konung.

If the ravine would instill fear in Kordar, then it was not worth visiting yet. Kordar knew these waters better than any other, and Konung would be wise to heed caution where Kordar did.

"Kordar, let's travel west" commanded Konung.
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They came to the western sea, to the gloomy caverns and strange rocks, the fish withh golden eyes, the water snails and poisonous salt-worms, to the great expanses of black sand, the forests of water-weed, the colonies of giant crab and lobster, to things that slivered and slithered..

But there was more than the typical ecological fauna and flora of the Jormungandr ocean. More...

A great tree, of wood and iron, in the center of the land.. no, not a tree: a ship! A great ocean vessel, sunk for many years, filled with mystery.. on the side, Konung read that it was christened Jor's Pride, and noted that it was covered in weed and sea moss. It was rusted in many places, and had been left untouched for an extremely long time..

The ship filled Konungs mind with mystery and thoughts long laying dormant in the waters of Jormungandr.

He beckoned to Kordar to follow him, and searched the hull and deck for an opening to the ship.

There main door to the inner entrance of the ship had rusted away. Inside, there was silence and darkness.. Kordar followed moodily behind him. The main hall was a wreck, with rust and filth everywhere.. doors led upwards, and downwards, but the hall itself was empty save for a few lonely, broken chairs.

Konung looked over the delapidated hall, and saw the wonderous rot and carnage of the crushing depths.

"Kordar, you scour the main and lower halls, I'll look over the rest. Let nothing escape your sight, and leave no treasure undiscovered my son" said Konung, caution in his tone. Konung new that danger could lurk in any crevice in the Realm Supernatural.

He set about looking over all parts of the ship other than the main and lower halls, looking for anything at all interesting.

This thing, Konung soon learnt, was mechanical..

He soon came upon the furnaces of the thing. It was powered by coal and steam, it seemed, and the gaping mouths of the ovens haunted him.. as if they wished for him to lock himself within their iron grasp, allow himself to be smothered within it's deathly flames..

Suddenly, the furnaces exploded with blue-white flames, somehow existing in the watery depths, filling the hall with light, eradicating the darkness and the gloom.. there was no heat, only light..

Konung was deeply disturbed.

Konung jumped from the flames. He was blight with awareness and danger. What demonic device could force flame under shadowed depths?

"Kordar, take care brother! There is strange devilry at work!" Konung roared. He was furious with suspicion, his tentacles and feelers writhing and flaying about.

He inspects the room and ground for remains of the device, or clues to its place of creation, before moving on to the next hall.

The roar didn't penetrate the ocean's water.. but the flames cackled endlessly. They flickered and dance, like ghosts, and illuminated the room eerily..

Konung..

They whispered softly.

"What demon be ye, and dare you face the wrath of my timeless anger?!" Screeched Konung.

"Speak your peace and information, mysterious demon, and quell my rage" he uttered, now swelled with madness.

His tentacles, and feelers writhed and lashed furiously. Konung wanted answers.
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The fires died.

There was nothing in the hall.

Nothing - but ghosts.

The furnaces were silent.

"All who hear me, speak teh me" growled Konung.

"What do you ancients want, and how can I help you?" he said, starting to become desperate.

Konung was eager to find out more about his realm, and the things that lay within it.

"Kordar, have yeh found anything?" he communed to Kordar, using the Orb.

"Noooo, Loooooorddd.." cried Kordar. "Oooonllyyyy gollllllld.. golllld.."

The furnaces remained silent. There was no response. Kordar, from his voice, seemed pleased. The moodiness was gone.

"Hold fast, Kordar, I'm on my way." said Konung.

For the moment, he had forgotten about the strange happenings. The prospect of gold and riches warmed his heart, and he hurried to Kordar to collect the treasure.

The treasure-rooms of Jor's Pride were packed. There was nothing except the occasional fish to disturb the gold, after all, and when Konung saw Kordar he saw him in a sea of gold.. goblets, gems, platters, swords of silver, jewelry of every variety, thousands of different forms of coin, several locked chests - perhaps containing more treasure, every form of valuable imaginable.. it filled the entire room.

"Kordar, there is only one way this ship is getting to Jormungandr.." Konung cackled, overcome with joy for his newfound riches.

"Take true form, Kordar, lift this vessel from its dormant grave and bring it back to Jormungandr. I will meet you there, and have our people ready to process the treasures!" he said.

And with this, Konung took off with great haste, eager to get back to Jormungandr, however, he figured he would pass through the North of Jormungandr, before heading back to the city.

"Yes," rasped Kordar.. and he became the Kraken.

Pale black skin turned into a dark obsidian.. the circular tatooes turned into their likeness, into suction cups.. stone formed, hardened.. two eyes became four, then eight, then sixteen, then thirty-two, then too many to count.. doubled, tripled, quadrupled, pentripled in size, became huge, a leviathan, great enough to heave the boat.. black saliva filled the sea as he changed, his relatively human form into a Cyclopean monstrosity, arms and legs into frighteningly forceful tentacles..

There was a groan; a groan that could wake the black sea.

He moved, suddenly and swiftly, and picked the entire ship up with ease. Slowly, carefully, the Kraken moved it into North Jormungandr, where he dumped it among the ruins..
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"Hahaha!" Konung was loud and obscene, immensely happy.

"Kordar! Your work is but art, brother! Haha!"

"People of Jormungandr!" Konung called, directing his voice across the temple of Jormungandr.

"Come now, to the ruinous ship, and help your generals harvest the ship of it's riches. Crack every chest, harvest every ounce of treasure, and take it to the Gauntlet for safe-keeping" Konung commanded.

The Gauntlet was a huge stone vault situated in the back of Konung's throne room. The vault was home to all treasure and valuables to Konung, and the riches of Jormungandr.

Konung headed to the ship, to oversee the harvesting operation.

"Kordar, meh love, go now and rest" he communed to his precious Kraken.

Konung deeply loved Kordar, as he would family. He knew that his temple nor reign would be anything to fear without him.

Silently, dutifully, the Kraken swam off.. to sleep, perhaps, to rest against the rigors of the day.

Slowly, just as silently, the octopi people of Konung came, and shifted the gold to the Gauntlet. They did not - could not - complain. After a long few hours, the work was finally done, the Gauntlet filled and the ship an empty shell on the shore of Jormungandr..

Konung leaves Jormungandr, it was time to find trade routes and pathways for his business.

Trading routes and pathways, it seems, was more than enough of a reason for a God of the Kraken to enter a desert.

Bright sand - terrible horror - the dead, they rise - shining gold -

And he was there, in Desolace.

Konung comes running, panting, and dives into the waters of Jormungandr.

Then, an almighty roar, and the sound of the skies splitting in two.

Kordar came through the surface of the water, taking his true form as a Kraken. He swam with almighty speed straight past Konung.

It was good to be home.

Konung had explored a decent amount of Jormungandr with Kordar, but there was one section left, that he would now travel alone.

Konung heads to the North of Jormungandr.

To the murky waters of the north..

A shining city!

A city made of light.. no, as Konung swum closer, he realised it wasn't a city, but an area where - for whatever reason - the sun's light shone straight through, past thousands of leagues, unto the bottom of the ocean. The light blinded Konung for a few moments.

"I .. cannot.." rasped Kordar, refusing to step within the light.

When Konung's eyes adjusted to the light, he saw a moving rainbow within it - thousands of healthy, normal fish swimming about in the brightness, untouched by any predator. The entire place felt sacred.. there was no black sand beneath the light, only white rock. It felt as if it were a temple - an alter - of some sort.

"What in the divine.." gasped Konung.

Such oceanic beauty he had never laid eyes upon before. The ever swirling mass of fish were heaven to his eyes.

He knew at once, this would be his avenue of trade, of business.

He would start the finest Fish Market in the Realm Supernatural.

First, he would have to harvest enough resources to fund his project.

He swum to his temple in Jormungandr, and used his gate of Methodes.

But, before he stepped in..

"Kordar, there is more work teh be done! Come with me, now." he communed to his ally.

"Take me to a random realm.." he uttered to the gate.

This Realm is now a Dead Realm.

     Desafon, finding himself in a bad situation, portal'd over here. He doesn't see himself much as calamari-bait, so he only achieves feeling happy with the life he still has. "What the hells was that being? Other than perhaps being a Mad God." He grumbles, before he now attempts to figure out just what the heck this location is. "Hello?"

He was on a long, dark, rotting pier. Around him, raging waves, on all sides. There was no land. The pier was connected to nothing, save perhaps for the darkest bottoms below..

     Desafon finds himself in the strangest predicament. He sits down on the ground and moves his hand to make some light waves in the water. "Well, at least this isn't that accursed desert." Other than that, Desafon ponders just what to do. He isn't certain if a God could drown, but if he can dehydrate no doubt a God could drown. "This bloody well sucks."
     Finding himself pretty much unable to do anything here, he tries to steady his nerves before he decides to portal back to his realm with the intention of running quickly back to his village.
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There was a disease - a man who was more than a God - cults and wood -

Desafon appeared within the village of his people.
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Anik and the Calisti appeared here. Seeing the pier, he would first wait for a bit to see if the god would come to him. "Tell me if you detect anything out of the ordinary Calisti." He also used his own power on the pier.

The pier was made thousands of years ago. Too far - Anik could sense no more..

A man appears on the pier. He is slightly tall, ancient-looking, weathered face hidden by a flowing white beard. At his side, instead of a weapon, he has two fishing lines and a bucket of bait. He sits down and begins fishing.

Soon, he looks towards Anik.

"Hello, stranger," said the man. "New here, are you? Come, sit. I'm afraid the fish aren't biting today.."

Anik first trys to detect if this is the god of the realm, and where the god of the realm is. "Greetings, I am Anik God of Craft, associate of the Conclave. If any of these don't mean anything to you then I still offer you my humble greeting as one being to another." He says with a bow. "Sorry to hear about that, I'm sure your luck will change sometime." He does indeed take a seat on the pier even if there was non. Obviously with the gear he had on, he had expected to need to go under the water, but still it was just comfortable enough to wear on the pier. "Do you mind if I have a go." He remembered fishing, and a fisherman he once knew, he had used the man and the fish to practice his control over minds. Of course the man was repayed with a magic food and all the fish he made literally jump out of the water and into a fishing boat, this was just a passing though, one of the many bubbles of the past which came to surface.

"Of course," said the man, handing Anik another rod. "This is my favourite fishing spot."

Anik knew, in a flash of insight, that this God wasn't Konung.

He recognized the man from somewhere - the voice, the mannerisms - but from where.. ?

Fear rose within him - anxiety - and he couldn't place why, why, why..

"There's something soothing about it, isn't there? The waters, the fish.."

"Agreed, It can take your mind off things, relaxes you, even if your not good at it." Anik sees if the rod he holds can tell him anything about the man, as he did just hold it perhaps even just fish with it. Anik put his bait on the fishing hook and while doing so asked the man. "I feel as if we've met before, but I don't quite remember it... am I mistaken." He glances over at the Calisti to make sure he was still there with him. Anik didn't plan on running, he had business here, and intended to carry it out.

Anik knows that the rod was taken from a fisherman in another Realm, and was bought freely by the old man - as well as several other trivial details. Nothing distinctive about the man was given to him.

The old man smiles, looks towards Anik.

"Perhaps. We did meet, once, a long time ago. Before you built the ten spires - before Msonus dreamed them. Yes, friend, we met. But what is the past? Nothing to me - I am returned. As are you. So why don't we hush our questions, and fish for a little?"

"Alright." He says and throws his line out before slowly bringing it back in, making his bate pretend to be alive.. "Still it would be nice to know who I am speaking to, if you mind, even an Alis would be nice." A twitch in the line caused him to pull suddenly, but only caught more water. Internally he hoped he wouldn't end up catching Konung's creature. Speaking of which, he sensed for Konung in the realm while he fished absentmindedly.

Anik sensed Konung - far, far below.

"Ah, an alias," said the old man, looking at Anik's line with some curiosity. "Zanidow is the name I go by now. It is a good one. If from that you can glean my identity.. well, then all is well. I trust you well enough. But if not, let's continue fishing."

That sounded like a challenge... While Anik cast the line again, he barely concentrated and just pulled the line in slowly. By the time he had reeled it all the way in he was smirking. "I see, but." He glanced over at the Callisti quickly, this time not to assure it still being there, but to let him know it was there. "So then." before throwing the line out again and sits letting it bob up and down a bit this time. "Just here to fish?"

The Callisti was watching, but seemed a little distant, as if it weren't fully paying attention.

"Aha," said the old man. "You realize, just saying my true name draws attention in all the right areas. I am here to fish, yes, but also to talk - with you, for I wish for a favour. A boon, if you will."

A small bob and he pulls on the line, but again empty. "I do realize, and of course I would hear you out. I owe you that much for the rod." He says casting out again.

"Yes. The rod - the experience - is an obligation."

The old man nodded.

"I like it here. Konung does not bother me - and if he ever would I'd vanish. He is a God of the older league, of strangeness and ferocity. Ocean Realms like this one are rare. So full of life.." He coughed. "But I must get to the point. Anik. Yes. You were - quite possibly are still - the finest Deity of Craft in this land. I need something from you. Explosives. As subtle as possible.. but enough to, say.." He paused for a moment, a smile on his lips. "Enough to destroy the entire Valley Divine. Do you understand my meaning, Anik?"

He thought for a moment, pausing on reeling back lost in thought, then tossing a concerned look. "Hypothetically..." He began to reel back in. "It could be done." Anik was obviously uneasy talking about this, flashbacks of working on something... something tested... something vowed never to use again, a single explosive that could destroy a realm... a world. But that was a different life, a different time, and his mind went back to the challenge at hand. "Of course, I wonders why one would ask that of me."

"I'm not asking you to wonder why," said the man. "Leave that to me. You are the how and the what, Anik. You know me to be of good character. I'm aware of your past research into explosives - the macrocosmic field still remains, you know, in the area of the first test. Reality is almost a hundred times as dense, there. Anything that steps within suddenly;y becomes a new person, a family of people.."

He sighed.

"I can pay you, of course."

Anik sighed a bit, not even noticing his line bob as a fish nibbled at his bait. Everything logical was telling him not to accept a stranger's offer. "Memories" he said. "I like the memories to create what I once created, to know what I once knew, I don't even know what I did. I could make modern nuclear technology, but I'm sure there are protections. Supernatural wise would be destructive, but nothing like... the past."

He wondered for a moment. "Payment is not an issue because I cannot give what would be paid for." He thought for a moment. "After this mission... I shall be given a research grant. The conclave are always looking for weapons I'm so I'm sure they'd fund me in a heartbeat. Then I will have the means, and perhaps the memories, to make deals." He said.

Thinking quickly he added "I do trust you, its the world I don't trust."
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"Ah. The world.. yes, the world," said the old man. "Anik, child, you do not want me to seek out another who would make me this bomb. You do not want to miss this offer. You would be doing Yggdrasil a great service.. and I can get you as many Crailek Stones as you need. Money is not an issue."

He smiled.

Anik paused to think about it for only a moment. He had a point... he wasn't the only person who could provide the explosives, so logically the valley (if it was the target) was doomed anyway) especially if he knew this god. Anik had survived long enough to know when to get on an when to get off the waves of power, and right now this was defiantly a get on. "Alright then you have yourself a craftsmen, but I'll likely try something new since my memories seem to be lacking in key areas."

"As long as it causes an equal amount - or more - destruction than your macrosuperweapon, that is quite fine," said the God. "I have complete faith in you. Yes.. complete. How many stones will you be needing? I will come to check up on you, of course, in the future. Protect my investment."

He smiles, know that a protection of investment meant also meant to make sure everything was going to plan. "Of course, I am here to do something... I should get it done, but lets saw we meet here in 2 tree-weeks for a stats report. As for stones, conclave wise I might need a couple hundred to buy supplies and raw material, Crailek wise... I have no idea what those are which leads me to my second point. If you have any information that may lead me to acquire my memory back, it would be a considerable jump forward."

"Memory, memory, memory.. truth be told, I have lost much of my own. I may have memories to give you, however, and if I can they will be paid to you upon the completion of such an explosive. Crailek Stones? Ahmm.. you'll find two thousand in your account. Yes. Conclave Stones. So you will do as I ask, Crafter?"

Anik nodded. "Yes of course, but like I said, this sort of thing will need time, especially if I am to reinvent the wheel so to speak. Until we meet again, roses at your feet Zanidow." Anik was intensely curious about all of this. He would need to get his memory back before he completed the explosives, which he had every intention of completing as ordered. Yes most defiantly, for he felt that mistakes like this one had made... the information slip, meant something greater was afoot than a simple crafting job. For some reason Anik felt played even as he left.

He was about to go down when all the sudden. "Aw damn it. I forgot about light..." All packed up ready to go and now he wasn't ready. Always forgetting something. "Callisti, I don't have anything to allow me to see in the dark depths, I shall have to remedy that. Would you mind waiting workshop in my realm for a while? Or would you prefer to go about other duties until I am ready once more?" If the Callisti has nothing else to suggest he would head back to his realm to get some required equipment.

I will remain here. I am a friend to the old God and have several messages from my brothers and sisters to communicate to him. Be quick, Associate Anik. Roses at your feet.

There were thousands of great trees - locked secrets beneath hallowed wood - a strange green - the burning red -

And he was back in Bounty.

Anik came back in, somehow this was both a fast and slow trip... not much was done, and much time had passed, though it seemed time had spun up and left everyone in the dust. Anik looked for the Callisti.

The Callisti hovered in silence.

The old man is gone.

"As I suspected he would be. Let us continue with the mission." Anik got ready and made one quick check over his equipment. Anik made a divers step off the dock and plunged down into the water.

The water was cold, and dark. Sharp prickles made their way up Anik's body as he fell through the depths, soon replaced with a semi-comfortable warmth. It was dark, below. There was no fish.

He shouldn't have a problem with darkness anymore with the Lens of Crailek, a Divine Item, not magical. He used his own sense to scene the direction of the god here. He swam in that direction, make sure he wasn't dropping too fast he couldn't stop himself.

((With the mask only murkiness would inhibit his vision.))

Soon, the darkness parted, and Anik could see down below - murkiness obscured his vision, but he knew that the waters went extremely deep. He sensed Konung .. vaguely to the west, and traveled that way. He passed several schools of strange fish, saw the distant ruins of some great city, and eventually came upon a place made of solid white rock, where sudden beams of light cut down upon the stone itself..

In the brightness, Anik couldn't see the God, but he knew Konung was in this area.

Anik lifted the Lens a bit to see in the lighter parts of the water. It seemed that the inverse darkness was a penalty here since somehow light had penetrated beyond what it could naturally could. He headed in towards the bright city... wondering if the god would come out since someone obviously was wanting him.

Soon, a distant figure came - murky at first, and then solid.. Konung.

"Business?" he grunted, armed with a shining harpoon. His tone was gruff, and the sounds traveled clearly through the water.

Anik nodded his, wishing he had telepathy, but for now... writing would have to do. He then showed his Seal of Odin (the conclave badge thing) and pointed to the Callisti. Anik concentrated and the water around his hand began to change into ice. The small ball began to grow from one hand to the other into a pole, then a large brick of ice, it was quite easy with his power of manipulation and magics, though the pressure did make it significantly harder, and it would quickly melt if he didn't continuously hold the "frozen" water with his power. On the ice holes appeared which said.

*Have anything hard?*

((The ice would have a slight negative weight actually, since it would have less density than the water (though only slightly since I am using my power to keep it at a much higher density than normal ice, hence why it would dissipate if I stopped concentrating on it.))

"Hard?" asked Konung, seemingly amused by Anik's struggling. "What do you mean?"

*Rock or metal.* The ice now said, then *Easier to write* Consentrating on keeping the ice made it hard to continue, with natural rock or metal he could engrave entire paragraphs in seconds. He was glad that he seemed to be cooperative though.

Konung looked towards the sacred stone bathed in light, a grimace on his face. Suddenly, he swam forward, beckoning Anik to follow.

Anik followed though slightly at a distence, he wasn't sure what was up.

Konung soon led Anik to the remains of a ship wrought of rusted iron.

"Use this," he said.

Anik went over to the ship and before taking out a piece, used lore just to find out what it had been used for. He then took out a piece just thin enough for him to hold, like a piece of steel paper. The rust suddenly dissipated, but the iron suddenly turned glossy, as he reacted a small bit around it to "rust proof" the small  strip of metal.

*I am here on business from the conclave to investigate your Kraken, and your claims of its abilities.*
*Before we proceed I will tell you now that if you do indeed have it weaponized like you stated,*
*I must know just how much control over the Kraken you have, for all our safety, that way I know what to expect.*

Instead of having holes, the letters would appear as red rust on the dark gray surface.

Anik knew that there had once been a civilization - land - in the place known now as the Seas of Jormungandr. The civilization had been mighty, but vain - their ultimate goal, as a people, was to master their control over the weather, using scientific and sorcerous means. Their kingdom was a desert, the few fertile areas filled with the farms needed to support such a nation, and their science-sorcerers desired rain, and with that, bounty.

The rain came, but never stopped.

This ship was one of the last bastions of the civilization, built using their own uncanny methods, until it was sunk from a horror beneath the waves. The ship had, in its service, an elemental of fire - trapped with magic and bound in steel, it fueled the ship.

"I command the thing known as the Kraken," said Konung, "But I do not exert full control. Nay, it is a dangerous and fickle thing, a beast that loves destruction and death.. but it listens to me. I am its master, and it knows. It will not attack me or my guests unless it is berserk."

*How much do you know about the Kraken? And what can you tell me about it's use.*

Konung looked at Anik suspiciously.

"You are from the Conclave, yes?"

*As I said, yes I am, both the seal I showed you and Callisti with me should be enough proof of that.*
He lifts the seal again so he may see it more clearly, and points at the Callisti (unless somehow its not with me then scratch the Callisti part, both speach and action)

*I am here to inspect the Kraken before the conclave is willing to make any deals with you.*

*But I guess before we continued then, I should ask, what exactly would be the extent of service you would offer the conclave.*

He makes sure that Konung is able to read the whole text before shifting it to new parts. Not being able to add tone and voice to his conversation, it was much harder to be diplomatic, so Anik would have to closely choose his words and question to replace tone.

"I see," said Konung. "I would be willing to offer them the strategic services of my Kraken, for a sizable fee, for the beast is as close to my essence as anything else.. and, with my focus in place, I have superb control over the thing - but I do not keep it in chains. No.. there are some things it will not do, such as enter the darkest Ravine in Jormungandr.."

*Do you mind if I examine you for traces of madness or previous plots against the Conclave, nothing fancy I just need to touch you.*

Should he agree, Anik will touch Konung's skin with his own hand and use Legend on him to view his past... as far back as he can, searching for what he said of course, but also any information on the Kraken as well.
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"Go ahead," grunted Konung, still - obviously - a little unsure.

Anik saw that the God was not Mad; he saw several powerful rites performed on the white stone; he saw a fight, of fire and steam, within the very ship he was scribing upon; he saw the Kraken, a great beast fully under the control of Konung; and he saw the Ravine, deep and dark..

He could not see any further. He knew the theoelectromagnetic field was in the way.

This was a success, more than just the fact that he not only COULD see some of his history (something he wasn't sure would work) but this also confirmed many things. He nodded then continued to write.
*Thank you, now I can support telling the conclave that we can trust your sincerity.*
*You must understand that with so many enemies out there, we must be careful of offers like yours.*
*Now then do you have any known history of the great beast before we examine it, assuming that's possible.*

"He was there when I came, worshipped himself as a deity by my own people.. I know little else," said Konung. "We could see him."

He looks to the Callisti to make sure he wasn't lying before heading to the Kraken with the sea-god.
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The Callisti affirmed that he was not lying.

The swim was short and efficient. They passed the alter made of light and stone, and soon came to a long, flat expanse of sand, a series of huge black rocks forming a maze within the center of the place.

"The Kraken lives there," said Konung. "Would you care for a look?"

Anik flipped the dark-sight lens on to get a better look at the rocks. "Like before I can assess things with a touch. Also If the Kraken is able to speak intelligently I would like to speak with it." To get a look at the Kraken, he focused a bit on the surrounding water and tried to use legend. Just to try and see how large the Kraken was (just looking for some size reference), he doubted the flowing liquid would give much information, but it would prove many time easier than air since it wasn't constantly being blown and dispersed.

"The Kraken cannot speak, I am afraid," said Konung.

Anik felt his power rush through the water, and an aswer soon came to him.. the Kraken was just a little larger than the Hall of the Sun; frighteningly huge.

"Alright then I would still like to examine the Kraken, would you call him, or should we go in?" This made Anik somewhat cautious. He knew he was completely at the mercy of this god here.

"I do not wish to call him at this time," said Konung. "He is caught in a deep slumber. If this makes you nervous, you are free to leave, but if not, I invite you to come observe the creature."

Anik nodded. "I shall examine the beast in his slumber then." He goes with or without the god to examine the beast.

Camouflaged by the large rocky outcrop was a large cave system. It was pitch black within, and freezing cold, but Anik's foresight allowed him comfort and sight within the cavern. Konung followed him.

The thing was huge. Too many eyes dotted its face, and its mouth was a gaping abyss filled with a billion slashing teeth. A hundred tentacles supported its immense body. Most of the Kraken's mass, including the tentacles, are covered in a strange black bone, making them - Anik surmised - effectively harder than most metals.. obsidian sledgehammers to destroy even the most determined foe. He knew that the Kraken would be very difficult to kill under normal means.

Anik went up to one of the lesser tentacles and gently places his hand on the creature and used his ability to view its life, intentions, and pretty much everything he can about the creature. He would spend several minutes abosrbing knowledge if allowed.

The creature was vague, its history and nature obscured as if by some sort of static.. the harder Anik pressed, the more the obscuration seemed to grow, the sound of rushing water enveloping him as he tried to make sense of the pattern about the thing. Knowledge was gleaned, but -

With a shock, Anik realized that the Kraken was being protected - by Konung's own theoelectromagnetic field. Anik has studied the sciences, read the texts.. he knew that this could only mean a single thing: that the Kraken was bound, utterly and irrevocably, to the divinity-pattern of Konung.

Still, information was found, even through the white noise.. he knew that it had known existence as something small within the Ravine, but with the summons of Konung it grew to immense size and began its black metamorphosis... he saw that it was not bloodthirsty naturally, and was rather peaceful most of the time, but that it had experienced stages of extreme bloodlust - the triggers were either the will of Konung or the fear of the Ravine.. he saw that it was a creature that brought the sea with it, literally emptying its massive pores of billions of liters of salt water if on dry land.. he saw that its strength and endurance were immense, and that it saw things with its strange eyes..

"Enough," said Konung, suddenly, breaking Anik's several minutes of concentration. "I trust you've learnt what you've come to learn."

He nodded. *Yes. Quite amazing creature, and I indeed do feel the link between you two.* Anik turns back to Konung.

He paused for a moment before writing to the Callisti. *You may go back now, thank you for recording, I shall send you a copy of the report*

Once the Callisti leaves he turns to Kongung.
*You can be sure I will send a glowing report to the Conclave*
*Trust. That is a big factor here, they want to know if they can trust you.*
*I have tested both your patience and your willingness to gain this trust*
*You have passed with flying colors, and gained my trust as well.*
*The Kraken is a fascinating creature. I do hope I get to study it some other time.*
*I thank you for this opportunity.*

After final farewells he leaves back to his realm... he had a lot to do.

"You are welcome back at any time, master craftsmen," said Konung, a friendly smile on his face.

There was a bet - a bounty - a forest filled with caves - a strange howling -

And Anik was in Bounty.