You do not know how or when you got here. As far as you remember, you've been here since before time itself. You sit in a cabin shrouded in darkness, some spots only partly illuminated by candlelight. Outside it is eternally night, with the occasional rainstorm to add to the ambience. Sometimes you wonder what exactly you are. An ancient god? a spirit? Your ponderance gives little in the way of answers. Your purpose here is to grant wishes to those brave enough to seek you out, with a few caveats. To have their wish fulfilled, one must beat you in a board game of their choosing. Sounds arbitrary and simple enough, right? Yet throughout your eternity of existence, not one person has been able to defeat you. So you sit here, waiting for the one worthy enough to claim their prize. The participant pool these days are usually less than willing, however. Unlike the old days, where adventurers would actively seek you out; your legend has become more obscure, and so the rules have changed. If someone hears of your legend, even an incorrect version of it, and has even the slightest subconscious want to take the challenge; they will find themselves awaking in the chair opposite of you. You are stirred from your thoughts by another challenger appearing at the table,