Sweet Rolls Anonymous

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Reaper87

吉光
My character has diabetes, so sadly he cannot have anything to do with sweet rolls. :sadface:

But he does like hoarding his sweet rolls, what with him always referring to them as his 'precious'...

Basically, Breezehome, Hjerim and Proudspire Manor are filled with sweet rolls.
 

Ruinel

Defender of Derp
Now, we all know that the path to the cure is a long one.
First, we must cut off the feet of passerby until we have 2,640,00 feet.

Because I would walk 500 miles, and I would walk 500 more just to be the one to walk a thousand miles to arrive at the cure!

Meh. Boredom can kill.
 

Lucid

Well-Known Member
Who else wept over the sweetroll in Sovngarde that cannot be taken?
 

Zokeyr

A non-factor
Nah, I would be a sweet-troll/dragon hybrid if I collected sweet-rolls.
 

raido KASAI

Ansei Master Badass
Is deciding my fate in the afterlife solely because of the sweet roll quality in Sovngarde and nothing else a sign of a problem?
 

Writes-Many-Posts

Champion of Grottos and Gremlins
My story... it is quite different from the others... I had never been obsessed about food, or weapons (although arrows do have an attraction for me, ow...) But a powerful Daedra made me change... Sheogorath took me to his party at Pelagius' mind, gave me cheese, mammoth snouts and wine. But none of those gifts allured me as much as the staff he handed me to fix the emperror's head. He allowed me to keep it as a token of his random happiness and my first humble thought towards it was: "Yo, WTF am I supposed to do with this?!" The mighty Wabbajack, so beloved by many worshippers of Sheogorath, was kept sealed in the safest place I could find: the weapon rack in Breezehome, right at the entrance, gathering dust. I was once about to go hunting, to practice archery, but the odd weapon caught my eye. My left hand, tickled by curiousity grappled it and tossed it to the right one. I could as well try it. My favorite place to test weapons is the Silent Moons Camp, because it not only holds the scoundrels that mainly threaten Whiterun, but also because I always get their wicked weaponry once I'm done. The first bandit that I saw was immediatly smitten by the mighty Wabbajack, and turned into a mudcrab at first, who attacked the other bandits. The small crab then turned back into a human, but this time with a mixed set of steel and dwarven armor instead of leather. Most other blasts weren't so friendly, blowing up the entire gang. At last, only one of the bandits still stood. Despite having lost his companions, he showed no fear. Slightly amused, I blasted him with my great staff, and delighted my eyes as he became a pile of ashes, with a sweetroll on top, and many septims flowing out of nowhere. after colecting everything, I looked menacingly at my newest conquest. I turned so many people into sweetrolls, and made my diet only such. I'm a shameful non-Namira canibal! I should apologize all the children I've sent to Honorhal, but how? "Sorry I turned your parents into cakes and ate 'em after countless blasts from my staff, as well as restoring their wounds so I could get the desired effect." It's kinda awkward.
 

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