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Without another word, you sink down on one knee and gravely lower your head in deference to the woman before you, just as her flesh tears through.

“I am Kihawahine, goddess of the mo'o, who united the islands through my will.” Scaled skin slides gently from human flesh, as if she's removing a jacket. “I am Bokrug the Great, who slept for 1,000 years.” Her eyes glow a fierce gold. “I am Moko, my mud throne extending from Pele to Mangaia. I am Meuler, who controls the winds. I am Tarrotarro, who separates the sexes. You bow before me a man—rise a Koa.”

(You are now in allegiance with the deity Kihawahine. Learn more about your god here.)

• If you ask, "What should we do now?" Go to 18.
• If you wish to further demonstrate your loyalty, or take Kihawahine's mark, go to 17
• If you do something else, comments below and your story will continue as soon as possible.