Scrollbound: An Elder Scrolls Adventure (IC)

**Nysus** · 10-28-2012, 12:59 AM

>Past Azima: Finish meeting everyone

Yeah, you decide not to do that right now. Half the people are never online and the others you mainly exchange quick hellos to, although they seem nice. Latroe, Kaie, and Dante are your favorite people in this group though, and you maaaay have come to realize you have a huge small crush on a certain vampire.

>Past Azima: Present logs as evidence to this crush!

What? No! You abjure the hell out of the command. Those logs shall remain buried in your computer and will likely never see the light of day! How about something relevant instead, like how you met queen superbitch your server.

Well, that was a waste of time.

>Present Azima: Be bored again.

Fuck dammit this game is getting old fast. As much fun as throwing around Rolf's cars and junk is, it looks like most of the stuff there is for him to play with so you'll have to wait for your turn. You idly minimize the window, getting a bottle of mead as you wait, leaning back on your chair and turning on the tv while flipping through the channels. Infomercial...soap opera...oh hey, a show about serial killers. You'll catch up on this later--huh. A town apparently has been turned into a huge crate--HOLY SHIT THAT IS WHITERUN.

Spinning back towards your computer, you quickly fire up your chat again, neglecting the game in your haste.

Okay. Okay. Calm down Azi. Okay--oh the game! You quickly switch to the game, to find Rolf not squished underneath a giant flaming space rock of death, but instead just conked out at home. You have no idea what is even happening anymore. You zoom out, and your answers become no less clear. The mead hasn't even been in your belly long enough to make you tipsy, so apparently this is real! Rolf's house is at the lowest point of wherever this place is, but it's damn sure not Whiterun. There are mountains everywhere, and while you're not sure, you think that tallest one over there is that mountain where they Greybeards live. High Hrothgar or something? You don't know, you don't pay much attention to Skyrim geography since, you know, you don't live there.
It looks like some kind of runes are carved into the ground and mountains, but that's about all you can see of interest. No signs of life or where Whiterun even used to be. You try to wake up Rolf, picking up a toolbox and nudging him with it, impatient. Or at least, you mean to nudge him with it. You might have accidentally smacked him in the leg with it. You're not entirely sure; it's hard to judge force with this thing.

**Foxie** · 11-05-2012, 08:03 PM

After making high pitch whimpering noises for approximately half an hour, your master finally handed you his phone.

There's a pack of wolves running across the trail, and the conjurer is shoving you forward as he takes the phone away. He wants you to kill them for their pelts, thinking they will be worth some gold in Winterhold. You like wolves, you dig your heels into the gravel to protest, but he makes it a direct command and the next thing you know you're cracking wolf skulls with your shield's edge.

While your master ties ropes from the corpses to your back, you keep your eyes to the sky for meteors. You're feeling pretty unsure about the game right about now. You tell yourself not to worry. It'll be nice to have flaming rocks everywhere. It'll be just like Oblivion.

**Aerozone** · 11-09-2012, 10:01 PM

>Rolf: Wake up

Tiber Septim, what is with you and being unconscious? You better get your bearings and figure out what happened.

You seem to be in a yellow city, sitting on the ledge of a tower. Upon further investigation, you realize it is in fact a window ledge. However the window bit seems to have been bricked up, oddly enough. Seems weird to bother making a hole in a wall in if you are only going to fill it in.

Before you can begin to question how you're going to get down, your twisting and turning causes you to lose your balance and begin plunging to your demise. Except for the fact that you seem to be able to fly.

This totally makes sense.

After promising to stop drinking for the millionth time, you begin experimenting with your new abilities. Soon you are zooming through the air, spiraling up and down the outside of the tower you started on, doing loops in the air. The feel of the wind on your face combined with the brightness of the city below make you feel like you can't help but forget all your troubles.

You don't have to worry about finishing your work in the shop, or losing a fight in the Arena, or what the people at the bar would think if they saw you now. You don't even have to worry about the pain in your hand from- hold on a second. Why doesn't your hand hurt?

With a flash, you remember punching the mirror (a stupid idea) and being thrown back by a wall of light before losing consciousness.

That would explain this! You're playing the game right now! Granted it's a bit of a weird game so far, but at the very least it's a fantastic flight simulator. After all, who has never wondered what it would be like to fly amongst the mountain tops, stretching out a hand to brush the snow off their peaks as they pass below?

You resolve to message Kaie and apologize for saying this game would be lame, when you realize that you have no computer or form of contacting her on your person right now.

Huh. Come to think of it, how do I log off? Is there like a HUD you can bring up? Nope.
Is it just concentrating really hard on logging off and the game reads that and does it itself?
Nope
Do I have to knock myself out again? If so that seems kinda inefficient. Welp, seems like the only option left. You glide down to a flat roof top and proceed to to slam your head against a chimney. As you vision darkens, you decide that maybe you won't apologize to Kaie as much as you had planned to before.

**MeiMei** · 11-24-2012, 10:49 PM

>Be the one who stalks in the night.

Oh, you would, but who has time for stalking when you can just go online to do it?

Really Dmitri talk about falling short of expectation.

Shut up, bold lines. We have a plot to progress.

Anyways, you. Dmitri. You are a vampire living in... I dunno, Winterhold was it? Santaland or something. Either way it's fucking cold where you live and your current source of merriment is through waking up mortals you vaguely know using instant messaging services.

You derive too much enjoyment from this activity, kid. Aaaanyways, tonight you decide to start with a certain giant who somehow hasn't blocked you yet.

After which you proceed by finding someone else on your list to make entertain you.

Well that went about as well as expected.

>Not like it's any different from any other night. Let's look at someone more interesting and get back to you later.

Unfortunately, not quite yet, we still have one more tidbit of exposition to do.

>Gdi.

Ikr. Anyhow, there's been quite a bit said about some 'Matriarch'. Who the heck is she?

When you think on her, the reader is illuminated to the fact that she is the lead vampire of your clan of vampires, to whom you are not related to by blood, however, she is your sire into vampirism, and had you declared as her successor a few years ago. She's quite controlling, but until you are strong enough to defeat her and claim the throne as your own, you have not much else to do but to obey her and bide your time. After all, you and her both know that one day, one of you must die in a fight between each other, and whether you end up in charge or she ends up choosing a new heir, only time will tell.

>My money's betting that he's gonna get his ass kicked royally. Anywho, let's see what some other brat is doing!

**MrCreazil** · 12-03-2012, 07:27 PM

>Kaie: Don't happy, be worried.

You are now KAIE and you are worried sick about your Nordbro. It's been hours since Whiterun got wrecked, and still no word from Rolf. In spite of your words of encouragement you really are starting to worried that he might be dead. Those worries vanish when you see a familiar tag on your Scrollroll.

-- tallOrder [TO] began pestering bacchanalBarfly [BB] at 20:36 --

-- bacchanalBarfly [BB] ceased pestering tallOrder [TO] at 21:02 --

>Kaie's jimmies: Rustle

Oh they are SO rustled. Rolf's DGAF stat is pretty cool most times, but this time he's gone too far! You gotta tell Azi though, this is really need-to-know for her. That and you gotta vent.

-- tallOrder [TO] began pestering ferociousBarricade [FB] at 20:09 --

-- tallOrder [TO] ceased pestering ferociousBarricade [FB] at 21:38 --

Man your friends are really dropping the ball here. At least Azi's still cool though. You gotta give Rolf a stern talking-to later once heoh my gods you're starting to sound like Ma.

**Nysus** · 12-18-2012, 12:14 AM

>Azima: Realize that shit's gonna be hitting the fan soon.

Wait. If that meteor that hit Rolf's game hit it just when the timer hit zero....

Oh HELL.

You quickly stop trying to raise Rolf back into consciousness, and end up dropping the toolbox on his head as you hurry to your chat client.

lilacChaser! That was it! And it looks like she had been messaging you! You force your apprehension to the bottom of your mind. After all, Rolf had plenty of time, right?

You wave to the air, unsure of where exactly Ru's viewpoint is, but you hope it's in the right direction. Seconds later a GIANT FUCKING CURSOR appears and prods you! You abjure the HELL out of the mouse!

She keeps prodding, and you keep abjuring the SHIT out of the cursor until finally the relentless prodding has been stopped!

Suddenly the Cruxtruder pops into place, hanging in the air!

You hear many thuds from the attic, and head that way. You chill in the doorway, watching as these large machines appear from nowhere to be set in the designated spot. Really, the whole thing is kind of trippy.

And then the pre-punched card appears on the ground next to you! Now we're in business.

You soon see the GIANT CURSOR appear again, tugging at one of the wheels on what you can guess is the cruxtruder!

You do the logical thing, and BASH the lid with your SHIELD. It doesn't seem effective...

LC: grrrr
FB: Try droppin' somethin' heavy on it.

Ru picks up a BOX OF JUNK, and threw it at the cruxtruder! With a satisfying clang, the cruxtruder pops open. You celebrate before the cursor prods you again!

And the dowel landed in front of you! That elf was being surprisingly helpful! You'd have to rethink your opinion of her later.

You hear thumps heading up the stairs, and taking it as her bringing up a dummy and not your CREEPY UNCLE planning on scaring the shit out of you, you go over, and load the dowel in the totem lathe.

FB: Okay okay I think I need that card thin'y.

Your train of thought is suddenly interrupted, as you see one of the training dummies fly past you and into the SEIZURE KERNEL. There is a blinding flash of light and you avert your eyes. When you look back, the orb has changed! You now have a orangey...thing? The upper half looks fairly similar to the training dummy; a featureless face, with a breastplate over most of its torso. A sword was held in each hand, and a long ghostly tail descended on its lower body. The only difference on the upper half is it's now orange...and it seems to be moving...Okay when those things can move they are creepy as hell.

Ru hands you the card, and you lathe the SHIT out of that dowel!
...
You have no idea what this blobby thing is supposed to be.

The machine whrrrrrs to life, scanning the blobby dowel with a laser. Seconds later, an ornate, orange weapon rack appears on the circular pad, a large SHIELD and a small orange WAND falling off of it before the rack disappears!

You snatch the wand from the ground, place one hand on each end, and attempt to SNAP the wand in two!...It doesn't move at all.

FB: ...
FB: What the fuck is this thin' made out of.
FB: It's not even bendin'.
FB: Okay hmm
FB: Sword time it is!

A manic grin on your face, you step forward, drawing your sword and swinging it at the wand!
...
The sword bounces off.
With a frustrated cry, you attack the wand with a barrage of strikes! The wand bounces around underneath your raging swings, but doesn't even chip!

FB: ...
FB: This is the dumbest game.
FB: In all of ever.
LC: HAHAHAHA
LC: maybe its a
LC: magic
LC: magic wand
FB: Okay maybe only the game thin's can hurt it.

You pick up the large shield, and carefully allign the edge over the wand. Grunting, you lift the shield up, then swing it crashing down towards the wand! The shield strikes the wand AND....the shield shatters like glass, making you stumble from the sudden loss of the shield as the wand starts glowing. At the same time, you notice a huge ball of fire outside...
then everything goes white.

You wake up later. Ru has been pestering you.

You step outside, and have to pause at the sight before you. Your house is at the top of some sort of pedestal, stairs leading down from your door. The stairs lead to some sort of jungle looking area, and you can see what looks like temples off in the distance. To the left of the pedestal is a cliff, overlooking a massive valley. There are multiple rives throughout the area, some ending at the top of the valley and turning into waterfalls as the water plunges past where you can see. The sun is shining, and the place honestly looks beautiful...

**Capric Monarchy** · 12-19-2012, 02:13 AM

>Stop laughing like a moron and do something else.

This is stupid. You mean the fact that you're bothering to respond to this, not the situation itself. Though hey you know what? For good measure, having creepy voices in your head is pretty stupid too. It’s just big and dumb and loud in comparison to a computer. Though hey. Gotta admit it sounds kinda cool in its own stupid way. And the way the narrative baritone speaks is kinda neat

Oh right. you're getting off track as to why you're actually thinking about this stupid thing. Though even you're not really sure why you're being dumb enough to do it. You guess you're getting carried away after having drank that stupid wine cache a few weeks ago you found in the basement floors. Yada yada yada you should probably just keep going yada yada yada you wonder how many times you can just think that without getting bored.

Yada yada yada yada yada yada yada yada yada yada yada yada yada yada yada yada

Okay you're bored. Incredible experiment, the experiment is now over.

>Back to your room, you imbecile.

Waddling back to your room like an idiot, you take refuge inside your little sanctuary. Probably to do some other stuff. Like talk to your friends, or play games. Or both. So anyway you guess what bothers you is like, wow you're seriously coming back to this train of thought. You guess you can put this under "experiments you did not give up on". It's the start of a brand new list, you guess. And everyone rejoices. Bro's question pissed you off a couple days ago. It was a stupid question for an ethics class you had to study. "Do you have regrets?" Yeah, you have regrets. Everyone does.

You wouldn't say that before but whatever, yes, you're sorry, you regret a lot of what you did and you'll probably regret a lot of what you'll eventually do. Maybe it's stupid to keep doing things you know are going to go bad in the end but you don't have a choice, it's what you do, but you're trying, you're trying so hard and you just want him to be proud of you, them to be proud of you, someone to b

Tomorrow, you're going to super-heat your Bro's door handle with an iron. Then we'll see who asks stupid questions.

You should throw this train of thought away and do something more productive. Like chat with your friends more, but you already did that. If you were smarter, you'd just destroy your computer and games and room and what little you've gathered altogether. But you can't. You want to keep going. You gotta. There's things you need to say and people you need to talk about and

Stupid.

Whatever.

You're done for the night. You suppose you'll just go back to being a insomniac neurotic. As if you don't long for the chance to be more than a glorified busboy.

>Sleep

You sleep.

>Dream

So you're dreaming you're in the great golden castles and yellow roadways.

You have no clue why. You haven't even thought of that stupid damned place in a long time, but there you are again. You guess you could question how well you actually remember it, but who really cares? You're the only one here other than your friends who'd even know what it is, and it's not like a damn golden city is anything to write home about.

But anyway, there you are again, and it's just as bright as ever. Your stupid tired dream-body or whatever just tripped out of a tower and you're getting up unharmed and

Unharmed

Well you mean you were hurt some. Not severely but some weren't you? How'd you manage that? You're an unlucky guy. You're the first person to admit that and yet you got out of a severe accident like falling out of a tower unhurt? That doesn't make sense. You guess being dreaming or being born under the Lady could've been doing something to keep you from getting hurt but

You remember being in a lot of pain. And then you weren't.

You don't know.

It doesn't matter. You keep going.

So you're in the golden city, and it's big and bright and shiny and yada yada yada. But there's... clouds sometimes. So you go towards them.

And it's people. Not like normal human beings, but people. And people you well know. Or, at least think you know. Some are still here, some are gone, but it doesn't matter. They're people you know, and things are happening inside the clouds. Like they're guiding you. Some of them even motion for you to come forward with their chaotic scenes. So you move towards them.

One by one, the clouds go out. Each person leaves. You say leaves because it's not like they just snap out of existence. It's like the golden city, there is a door, one you can't fully see, but one they can slip into whenever you get close enough. No. It's more like some slip, but like they're being pulled. Pulled behind this bizarre door that they may not even know is there.

And in the end, you're alone again, but you can see another . Larger this time, and you know you're near the center of the golden city. So you move.

And the exit closes off. Like a sheet gets thrown over it. You keep moving anyway. Each scene playing another more unsettling than the last, you reckon.

>Wake up.

And then you wake up from hyperventilation. Good times.

Why are you bothering with this? It's a stupid dream. Nothing even happened, and it's not like you tend to have good dreams anyway.

You're not scared.

This isn't even what the fucking dreams are for, you imbecile.

You're not stalling.

You wonder if anyone else is up right now.

**Pepperedfox** · 12-30-2012, 02:34 PM

>Arri: What's up, dog?
You've successfully found a torrent of the game thanks to an old e-mail from way way waaaaaaaay back. Funny. You don't remember the person being on your contacts list or having ever talked to them. Eh. It was probably some old acquaintance from long ago that you worked with or somethin'. Getting the game's obviously more important here!!

>Arri: Observe download progress.
It's taking foooooooooorever. God. But that's totes okay, because you got a lotta ways to keep yourself entertained. Like editing and chatting. You start up Scrollian and look for some chummy chum chums to pester.

-- ferociousBarricade [FB] began pestering dogtoothsUraeus [DU] --

-- dogtoothsUraeus [DU] ceased pestering ferociousBarricade [FB] --

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Oh my god oh my god oh my god you're so excited for this !! You're sure that this movie will be a revolutionary hit and will reform the industry completely. No more will the mind-numbing swill of lesser amorous acts grace the screen with despicable screechy sax music. No, you will elevate the art of filming to its highest forms, as the great Renaissance Altmer artists had intended. Rippling muscles shall tenderly embrace bosoms in a silent testament to the beauty of the humanoid body as in the distance a faint lyre plays. You will be hailed as the One Who Revived True Art and your ancestors in will shed a liquid gold tear at your brilliance.

This calls for a celebration!! You figure now is a great time to let someone sneak a peek at your genius. It's a shame that Ru-Ru isn't on. But it seems like Rolfy is, so you think you can pester him.

-- dogtoothsUraeus [DU] began pestering bacchanalBarfly [BB] --

-- dogtoothsUraeus [DU] ceased pestering bacchanalBarfly [BB] --

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You take off your sunglasses and lie on your bed.

-- bacchanalBarfly [BB] began pestering dogtoothsUraeus [DU] --

-- bacchanalBarfly [BB] ceased pestering dogtoothsUraeus [DU] --

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Fuck the haters.

Seriously.

You don't care one bit.

>Arri: Get up.
No. You think you're going to brainstorm by staring at the ceiling.

Give a girl some space and go be someone else okay??

**Aerozone** · 01-10-2013, 08:50 PM

>Rolf: Naptime's over asshole

A searing pain accompanied the flood of light to your eyes as you wake up, this time from your hand instead of your head. You prop yourself against one of the couches on the roof and examined your hand. It was cut up pretty bad, a couple of nasty looking gashes and a plethora of scratches. Man, punching that mirror was a really bad idea.

You stand and head down and into your room. A rather nasty headache accompanied the pain in your hand, probably from smacking your head on the concrete roof when you got knocked unconscious. Still, nothing worse than any hangovers you've had.

Shuffling into your bathroom, you proceed to clean, disinfect, and bandage your hand. It's gunna be at least a week before you can use your right hand again. This fucking sucks.

Just as you finish putting away the first aid kit, a familiar face messages you on your phone. It's Kaie, just the person you wanted to talk to!

Following your conversation (see previous Kaie post), you decide it's high time you explored this place. Kaie said people were worried about you but you know she meant she was worried about you. You don't know most of the other players that well. Why would they give a fuck 'bout you?

Grabbing your gauntlets, flashlight and phone, you step out into this brand new world for you to explore. Man this is just like one of those Dovahkiin movies. Bitchin'.

You spot a nearby cave entrance and decide that it's as good as any other and begin your decent into the mountain.

**Jovian** · 01-22-2013, 06:37 PM

>Ru: Pester your server.

You have important things to do, and you cannot waste any more time.

-- lilacChaser [LC] began pestering sabertoothBorn [SB] --

You see a cursor materialize out of nowhere, cramping the space in an already cramped caravan.

Crap! Not much time to get in before she catches onto your shenanigans!

You head outside--hearing your sister's tussle from nearby--and find the CRUXTRUDER and the TOTEM LATHE. Progress.

Your Sis's pet snake, LEVI, not only opens the cruxtruder, but falls into the sprite as well.

You hear a rumble nearby. A meteor strike.

No way Sis didn't hear that.

CRUXITE HANDCUFFS.

FUCK.

SHIT.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

You can't even type like this!!!!

Sis comes around the corner and spots you. Seems like she took care of that guard. Or he got scared away by the meteors. Or something. Point is it's just you and her, and you have a bit of a predicament.

The timer ticks down to under three minutes. You scramble inside, your livid sister chasing you, leaving the laptop outside in the dust. What else can you do?!

You strain against the handcuffs and dart under your bed. Didn't you have some magic that could grant you temporary strength?? Of all the times to blank out!!

Sis looks under the covers, right into your eyes. You let out a little yelp, and the fright gives you one last push in your wrists.

The cuffs snap, and all goes white.

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