Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140903154828/@comment-29458028-20140905031058

Francois awoke from his slumber, from a bad dream. The visions he saw terrified him, but at the same time ignited his interest. It wasn't a visit by Vaermina. It was more than that.

He had seen, in what could be called a dream, the future. In that future, the Thalmor eventually prevailed, their lord unbinding Akatosh. The world shattered into fragments as everybody would evaporate in heat death. The warped ideology of the elves, it was not to be trusted, not to be followed.

That meant the end of everything as they knew it. As a time walker, Francois knew that such a future could very well be true. It was a future he didn't want to be part off.

Sighing, Francois picked up his beeping tablet. He was asked to investigate a series of hacking crimes, being a criminal prosecutor and specialist consultant. Somehow, the upper management treated still him as a private detective.

Francois suited up, slinging his sword and rifle on his back, putting his trust revolver "Timerider" into his pocket. He left his apartment. He really hoped he didn't need to kill anyone. Timerider would break if he overcharged it too many times. He needed a new barrel.

(The current state is a techno-utopia like world, with dystopian undertones.)