Dagon has said: “Draw up the fish and consume its life. Thereby shall you have power, and thereby shall you gain immortality.”
Lies! He knows very well that with every Piscine soul a fisher consumes, his dark influence increases unto utter damnation!
And so I walked along the shores of Karamja, and there I saw a fisher in the middle of his dark ritual. He had selected the best specimen of the lot, traced the lines on the ground beneath him, and chanted prayers to one of the Fourteen Lords. I sought to stop him, but was halted by a miasma that rapidly emanated out of the air all about. A dark energy grew and in the midst of the winds the fisher appeared as if he were whithering away. Then I beheld as his shady silhouette waxed large and grotesque until it towered over the trees! It turned towards me and glared with hateful eyes. A host of vile maledictions filled his mouth. I felt myself beginning to tremble! I shouted:
“In the name of the Bronze Most Holy, be gone foul demon!”
Then all was black; all was silence...
I awoke in a state of confusion, not knowing whether what had happened was vision, or reality.