Thread: Eldritch Realities (Smutty w/ Lime)

On the best day in Los Angeles, the air had a thickness to it, a gritty three-dimensionality that stained cars and bit into lungs. Not that Adrien or anyone who grew up in the area really noticed. It was simply the reality of modern-day, big-city air. In contrast, the air in Vorlyn practically sparkled with the purity of a crystal clear spring. If Queen Adrinnica had stood on her tallest balcony she could have seen past the Garlochyan Swamps to the mountains of Daenor, the neighboring kingdomnow in a state of collapsewith perfect clarity despite the vast leagues between the two kingdoms. The scent of orange blossoms filled the air as the third harvest was underway the abundant crops were even now being shipped for transportation to those kingdoms that had failed to invest in the basic infrastructure gave a mighty kingdom such as Vorlyn its strength and sustainability. The silver-beared, Chief Advisor Lord Yvol stepped forward in concern when he saw his beloved liege reel in shock. Your Majesty...? He said in quick concern. Queen Adrinnica, are you unwell? His pale violet eyes, usually so cold, held a warmth that only appeared when he looked upon his liege. The warrior noted the glaze of shock and realized that his queen was either ill or had been poisoned. He looked down at the scroll, still glowing faintly. His attention had barely left the scroll when the messenger vanished. As cries of witchcraft' and 'sorcery' filled the air, Lord Yvol stepped in front of his Queen, blocking the crowds view of her. None should be allowed to see his liege in any way weakened. It might send thoughts in directions best avoided. He made a quick sign to the Captain of the Royal Guard. Clear the chamber now, his voice roared out. In unison swords and shields leaped into position and men flooded the area surrounding their queen, ready to die should any threat present itself. We need a priest! Lord Yvol tossed over his shoulder as he knelt before the Queen. My liege what is happened. Tell me what to do? His voice held the love and concern of a fantatic. In truth, Adrian had taken a very long term view in building his online kingdom. Where most player had immediately launched military campaigns, he had slowly built an economic infrastructure. This had allowed him after a year of hard-core gaming to max the loyalty of his people. His avatar was considered the high priestess of the sole lawful religion in her kingdom. The game had been set up so that morality was self-defined by picking either an evil or the good axis. When the game first began, the kind of people who studied the rules and tried for the maximum in-game benefits had quickly realized the evil path lead to easier access to power. Adrian had chosen the evil path when he began his game. It meant you got the more powerful dark units. It also tended to be a lot of fun in terms of the toys you ended up with, a lot of sacrifices, slaves, treasure rooms. As high priestess, as long as the people received sufficient food units and morale activities whatever Queen Adrinnica declared to be the rule of the land was defacto just and right, but he got additional points for his avatar by doing acts that maxed his evil totem. Later the game programs balanced out the two paths, but they allowed the early adopters to keep their initial gains. At one time, Queen Adrinnicas kingdom had been inhabited by a few people from his own high school who had banded together under the hokey sounding Legion of Good. They had engaged in a lot of griefing of other players. Initially, they had made Adrinnicas in-game life hell. But when she gained power, she had used it to drive them out. As Adrian recovered from the sudden transformation, perhaps some sort of psychotic break where digitial pixels seemed real, he had an astonishing realization. The guard to her left was staring almost lustfully down at the well-endowed breasts Adrians older sister had lent for the avator of Queen Adrinnica, a terrible longing in his brown eyes. Almost as soon as Adrian realized that he or rather she was an object of lust, the guard was stricken to the ground by the flat of Lord Yvols blade. The 65 silver-bearded black-elf warrior placed one metal clad foot on the guards head and turned. How dare you raise your eyes to the Queen, he roared. In another reality, his sister Alicia wiped tears from her eyes. The 57 green eyed blond had just left her latest appointment with Dr. Mandrake. Despite fertility treatments, she was still not pregnant. Stress, the doctor had hypothesized. She needed to let go of her active litigation practice and try and have fun. Who had time for fun?