(Summary and repost to public, because of a mis-circling)
I’m a warrior seeking peace and an end to bloodshed. I’m on pilgrimage to the Temple to No Gods in the distant City of Gulls. My pilgrimage has brought me to The Desert of Spires, inhabited by the encamped army of a king who has sworn vengeance upon me. My goal is to pass safely through and continue my pilgrimage.
You, my friends online, play the world. Your goal is to see me to my doom, instead of safely on my way. You’re allowed only to directly answer my direct questions, though, so you might not be able to do it.
1. Only answer my questions.
2. If you don’t already know the answer, make something up.
3. Keep your answers short.
4. If your answer’s disruptive, I’m allowed to ignore it.
5. Otherwise, I have to go with the first answer somebody gives. I’ll +1 it.
6. You may subscribe to this thread if you like. Please use the sentence ‘no gods watch over you’ to do so.
I have wealth hidden in my clothing, and the summoning-name of a ghost burned into my memory.
I have been walking through the Desert of Spires for two days. I am still a day's travel from The Shaded Oasis, but I am not wanting for supplies. The day is hot, like most days in this place, so I rest for a while in the shade of a towering sandstone spire.
A whisper in the wind, like a lovely calling of my name warns me of danger. (From +June Owatari
The dagger sprouts from the stone by my head a moment later. Without taking time to examine the jewelled hilt carefully, I dive behind the crumbled remains of a fallen spire.
My hands instinctively grasp for a rock, a stick, anything... but instead, my hand closes around the skeletal hands of a previous visitor to this spire. (from +Tim Scheer
I quickly end my handshake with the bones of the forgotten dead, but the bleached white fingers of this unlucky traveler continue to grasp in my direction. On the ring finger glints the dull yellow of tarnished gold.
I pocket the ring as my enemy comes around the corner...
Lilka comes around the spire holding a wicked looking club. She looks at me and says "Aren't you getting tired of playing the reluctant groom. Just because you don't like her is no excuse to dishonor your family. Your sire is paying me good gold to bring you back in one piece. However a little bruising will make you easier to get along with on the trip." (From +Tim Scheer
While I am in no hurry to be married, especially to Lady Filomena d'Haston, I am also in no hurry to be bruised up either. Dishonor to my family, though? Somehow this doesn't seem likely at this point (though Lilka doesn't need to know that).
Wincing a little, I surrender myself to Lilka's custody.
Where is she taking me right now? Anyone should answer.