Runescape Redux
I, the priestess Ireada, have angered the gods of PeLeS . To punish me, they gave me a potion that rendered me unconscious and then transported me to a dark cave in a land that I have come to know as Runescape. When I awoke from my drugged state, it took some time for my eyes to adjust to the darkness of the cave. Lying by my side was a sword, so not knowing what was in store for me, I picked it up. As I moved forward in the cave, exploring. A kindly gentleman warned me that trolls were coming into the cave and we needed to defeat them to escape. Not one accustomed to violence, I shuddered at the thought of murder even if it was an old troll. As the troll came upon me, I did attack it so as not to lose my life. I soon made my way out of the cave and came upon a rampart. A messenger told me I needed to climb the rampart and fire a cannon. Who I was firing upon I did not know, but I did what was asked in hopes of finding my way home. I was informed that I had successfully completed the task, whereupon I descended from the rampart and walked on. Soon I found myself in a mine where I was forced to use a pickax to mine copper. (These soft hands of mine are not used to hard labor). Sadly, my wanderings in Runescape have continued. Despite the assistance of maps and tools and the kindness of strangers, I have not yet found my way home. I believe the gods have cursed me to wander Runescape forever.