||[Aug. 23rd, 2006|08:35 pm]
D I G I T A L H E A R T S
It seems I've been presented with something of a dilemma.
After travelling along this dusty, Godforsaken road for what seems like an eternity now, half delirious with thirst, two nights ago I came across a wagon that had stopped for the night. As I approached it, I noticed someone trying to untie the reins of the oxen, and assuming him to be a thief, demanded that he halt or face justice. The thief fled, most likely scared off by the sight of my sword, and the owner of the wagon was so grateful to me for saving his oxen that he offered to let me travel with him (and even shared some of his food and water with me, a welcome change from my previous snake-and-cactus diet).
The man told me he was a banker travelling to some distant city called Oregon. I vaguely recall that being the name of a historical city in A Country that was destroyed during the Crusades; it seems that I have ended up in some past version of my own world. Apparently, the road to Oregon is extremely perilous, and the gravestones and ruined wagons I've seen along the trail were left by unfortunate travelers who weren't able to survive the journey. When I asked him why he was risking such a dangerous journey, he became strangely silent; I wonder if perhaps he is a fugitive from the law, or if some sort of disaster befell his home city. I didn't press the issue, not wanting to be forced to walk the road alone again, but perhaps I'll investigate further after I reach civilization. I can see a river in the distance... perhaps I'm beginning to near my destination.
The question of what that man's circumstances are may be irrelevant, however. Yesterday morning, I volunteered to go hunting to replenish the food I had taken from his supplies, and when I returned, his wagon was abandoned. I searched the area, and found only a broken rifle discarded some distance from the wagon. There's no indication of what happened to him or where he went.
His water supplies are beginning to run low, and if I'm to have any chance of making it to civilization I can't afford to simply abandon the wagon here and continue on my own. But... if there's any chance that man is still alive, I can't simply take advantage of his kindness like this. Heavenly Father... what should I do?
(I've begun to periodically signal with a flash of lightning from the Thunderseal. If anyone in the area can see these signals, please head toward them if possible. Together we may be able to find the wagon's owner, and if not... his wagon may be our best hope of survival.)