Thread: Eldritch Realities (Smutty w/ Lime)

Out of the way loser! Was all Adrian heard as he was shoved face first against a bank of lockers, several of the football team passing through the hall. Laughing as several books spilled from the teen's hands, scrambling to save the laptop before it hit the floor. All he saw were the letterman's jackets and their retreating forms, it was all he ever saw as he recovered from yet another assault. Nearly a daily occurance, he sighed heavily as he adjusted his glasses. So much had changed in the ten years since his older sister, Alicia had graduated. Valdectorian, head cheerleader, prom queen, the most popular girl in school... and Ardrian... A Senior now, and he'd never even been out on a date with a girl, let alone kissed one. It wasnt that he was bad looking, merely awkward. His long black hair was lanky and often unwashed and a pair of thick glasses assisted with what a lifetime of starring at a computer screen had destroyed. All those years indoors had left him slender, almost scrawny compared to the jocks that tormented him daily, and more pale than even the most devoted of the goth freaks. At least it was the end of the day. Adrian sighed once more as he closed the laptop and finnished gathering up his spilled papers. The books were shoved into his locker and the computer carefully returned to it's case as he grabbed his jacket. Only half an hour more and he would be able to escape this false reality once more. Return to a place where his older sister's shadow didnt reach, a world where he was nearly a god. Or more precisely, a Goddess. Eldritch Wizardry II, the lands of Vorlyn, where Queen Adrinnica and her party of loyal companions had conquored the dreaded Wraith King and freed the lands from the tyranny of his undead hordes. Adrian was the top rated player in the game, having begun playing nearly the day Eldritch Wizardry I had hit the shelves. He, and several others had been given the opportunity to take command of a few of the kingdoms in preparation for the new expansion due out within the year. No alliances had been formed yet to be considered a threat to their rules, though rumors had begun circulating that the king of one of the southern kingdoms hadnt been online in weeks now and was on the verge of losing his kingdom. The territory shared a border with his own kingdom of Vorlyn, and for the past week had been discussing with his advisors and assorted alliance members a possible invasion. A quick jaunt home and he was in front of his computer as it powered up, a still half cold hot pocket in one hand and a can of mountain dew in the other. His parents both worked late, leaving him several hours of uninterrupted game time after school. The hot pocket joined several others that sat forgotten in various stages of finnished on the edge of the desk, the can also joined several others that were soon pushed aside to make room for today's offerings. All too slowly for him, the game screen loaded, finally bringing up an image of the lovely Queen Adrinnica. Alicia had been a success in life, at everything she touched, so her little rother found it fitting that he use that midas touch. Several photographs of her scanned into the computer had given him an online Avatar identical to one of the most beautiful women in the teen's life as she had looked at his age. Of course he'd made a few cosmetic changes over the years, as well as a couple of enhancements. But it was still his big sister staring out from the screen at him. For the next several hours he sat in his throne room finalizing the marching orders with his advisors and alliance members. All of the players in his kingdom had been under orders to set their teleportation runes for one of the towns nearest the southern border. His advisors made adjustments in programming subtly to begin moving most of the computer controled NPC troops to the border as well. Others were being left in defense of the castle should any of the other rulers get any ideas from this assault. Everything was ready, now they were only awaiting the order to attack. A notifier blinked in the corner of the screen, alerting him to an important message from the Administrators, and he watched a moment as an official messenger approached the throne with an official looking scroll in hand. Adrian rose slowly from his seat, intending on heading to the bathroom as he clicked the message to let it load while he was away. A wave of diziness caused him to suddenly grip the back of his chair, a staggering pain in the pit of his stomach forcing his eyes closed. A swift wave of nausea nearly brought up what little he'd eaten that day followed by a blinding pain in the pit of his skull, the scent of polished metal, leather and sweat assaulting his senses. Adrian gripped the back of his chair tighter trying to keep his footing. The action was met with the shriek of twisted metal as the corner of his golden throne crumpled under his gauntleted fist. His chest felt heavy, for that matter everything felt heavy crushing his slender frame. Your Majesty...? Came the familiar voice of his foremost advisor. Queen Adrinnica, are you unwell? Adrian's eyes popped open in shock, starring toward his computer screen, only to be met with the startled gazes of those that filled his throne room. Many wore looks of concern like that of his advisors, fearful that their ruler might have somehow taken ill. Their Queen stared back in confusion, the pain subsiding, clutching the luminescent scroll that the messenger had presented to him. The messenger bowed, offering a congradulatory smirk. So sayeth the Gods... He muttered before vanishing in a puff of acrid smoke. The throneroom erupted in cries of 'witchcraft' and 'sorcery'. Concerns arising that the Daenorians had just made their retaliatory strike against the Queen. Adrian just stood there astonished, his eyes moving from the spot the messenger had just vacated to the scroll clutched in his gauntleted fist.