It was in the August of last year. I'd found myself with others in a group and we'd narrowly avoided drowning on a cruise ship filled with skeletons due to a giant octopus attack, spending time in a submarine in which we'd escaped... We were forced out of safety and found we could breathe underwater, amazingly enough, and eventually found our way to a grand city beneath the waves thanks to a helpful pod of dolphins.
Though our phones were ruined, so that wasn't ideal.
The city was ruled by a king octopus and his lovely daughter, who had been set to marry within the week. Everyone who was in attendance had to bring a wedding gift -- and, in our earnest effort to appease the highborn locals, decided to make good on the fairest gift of all: the queen's tiara, which had been taken by a group of sea witches called The Coven.
We set off to find the Coven, hoping to make some kind of... negotiations with them. Ah, to make this short, they weren't particularly friendly, and we ended up having some tight spots with them. Myself and a fellow managed to trick them into allowing us position of the tiara and we stole away into safety until the event.
The bride, we had learned much earlier, was the octopus that'd attacked us... and we had defended against in the ship. So it was our idea that we could maybe apologize with it. Her father, the king, talked like one of those mobsters in old films, and when we set foot into their wedding we were threatened with sting rays and the terribly unforgiving octopi's command.
We escaped on seahorse back, thankfully, but the entire time it felt like we were steps away from a knife at our... um, coralsill, I guess you could say. It was fun regardless.
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It was in the August of last year. I'd found myself with others in a group and we'd narrowly avoided drowning on a cruise ship filled with skeletons due to a giant octopus attack, spending time in a submarine in which we'd escaped... We were forced out of safety and found we could breathe underwater, amazingly enough, and eventually found our way to a grand city beneath the waves thanks to a helpful pod of dolphins.
Though our phones were ruined, so that wasn't ideal.
The city was ruled by a king octopus and his lovely daughter, who had been set to marry within the week. Everyone who was in attendance had to bring a wedding gift -- and, in our earnest effort to appease the highborn locals, decided to make good on the fairest gift of all: the queen's tiara, which had been taken by a group of sea witches called The Coven.
We set off to find the Coven, hoping to make some kind of... negotiations with them. Ah, to make this short, they weren't particularly friendly, and we ended up having some tight spots with them. Myself and a fellow managed to trick them into allowing us position of the tiara and we stole away into safety until the event.
The bride, we had learned much earlier, was the octopus that'd attacked us... and we had defended against in the ship. So it was our idea that we could maybe apologize with it. Her father, the king, talked like one of those mobsters in old films, and when we set foot into their wedding we were threatened with sting rays and the terribly unforgiving octopi's command.
We escaped on seahorse back, thankfully, but the entire time it felt like we were steps away from a knife at our... um, coralsill, I guess you could say. It was fun regardless.