Dice: Fantasy

[penthius]

The dice rattled and rolled across the velvet panel, finally sliding to a stop on top of death and taxes, and the king laughed a deep rumbling belly laugh. "Death it is!" he proclaimed. The court applauded politely, though the man in cuffs looked pained. "But wait," the prisoner insisted, "see there--the dice didn't lay flat. It's on its side between death and fate." "Only because there was a wrinkle in the velvet," the king grumbled. "Even a wrinkle may show the desires of the gods." "Oh, bah. Very well, then. A quest." The king leaned back, stroking his beard.

Inspiration: Dice-roller.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Blech.