The Sundered Land. A Doomed Pilgrim In The Ruins Of The Future.

I'm a warrior seeking peace and an end to bloodshed.

I am on pilgrimage to the Temple to No Gods in the distant City of Gulls. My pilgrimage has brought me to the Jungle of Bones, 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.

The rules:

• Only answer my questions.
• If you don't already know the answer, make something up.
• If your answer's disruptive, I'm allowed to delete it. Since I can't delete on here, I'll ignore disruptive replies.
• Otherwise, I have to go with the first answer someone gives. I'll Agree with it.
• You may subscribe to this thread if you like. Please use the sentence no gods watch over you to do so.

I have instincts honed by a life of violence and the summoning-name of a ghost burned into my memory.

I have been walking through the Jungle of Bones for weeks, my feet cracked and blistering. The ramshackle skeletal towers which gave this place its name loom over me and I am lost among them. Nightbirds call in the distance, though the grey skies suggest daylight.

Something warns me of approaching danger. What warns me? Anyone should answer.