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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