Thread: Flassche's house of plot/smut: open for all.

Fantasy The invasion Title The Invasion Excerpt It all happened so quickly. At first there were several bright lights suddenly appearing, scattered in every direction, then came the soldiers. From those portals of light came creatures wearing steel and leather, shooting metal and hurling fire. They called themselves humans, the new rulers of this place. The story would follow the first days of the invasion and the capture of some of the local populace. One mage would take interest in one or more of these inhabitants and decides to learn as much about them as is possible. Content -Non con -Interspecies -Forced obedience -Mastersubmissive -Magical play Scenario The sounds of impact were almost constant now, men shooting their contraptions of destruction in a wide arc towards the city, the capital. By now the reports whether these people had actually offered resistance would likely be gone, as were any resistance. The humans had been to powerful, to disciplined, to prepared. Like a tidal wave they had come flooded into this place, stepping out of gateways right near the heart of civilisation here, on this distant planet. No sentries would have spotted them, no army close enough. The humans had brought three entire armies into this world in the blink of an eye. No matter how advanced, nothing could resist a blitzkrieg of that magnitude and precision. Granadiers blasted the populace from afar, shooting heated metal that exploded on impact, sending hot shrapnel in every direction and blasting apart even the toughest rock. They were the reason for the constant impact, walking canons of destruction. Every grenadier was surrounded by at least four Riflemen, making sure they were well protected. Every Grenadier was clothed in thick woollen with leather covers, surrounded with thick plates of steel and bronze. They did not need to move fast, just shoot and advance occasionally. Riflemen began to advance the minute the constant stream impact began to lessen, dwindling as grenadiers retreated a few yards, resupplying to make sure they had enough for another round. The riflemen were many, near a legion. They fought from a small distance, picking of resistance or just fleeing creatures from vantage points. Their armour was a bit lighter, yet still more than enough to shrug off the average arrow or rock. They carried a long rifle that spat out small spheres of lead, capable of tearing through stone or flesh. It was more precise yet less lethal in a grander scale. These men and women rushed in the capital, shooting first and looking later. They had more than enough ammo and had a few blade like weapons on their gauntlets, able to extend and retract when they needed it. They hunted in groups of three, always watching each others blind spots every so often. These men took the greatest risks, yet also had the most to gain. Any treasure would be found first by them, not to mention the thrill of killing anything that moved from close at hand. They made the streets ran with blood, or at least the streets that were still somewhat intact. Occasionally one might find a Mage walking alone or with only a small retinue. They walked differently, more confidant. Even in a place that was already being exterminated in every direction, these people were emanating real danger. One needed to only see their posture to know that they were the real danger here, not to mention that even the human soldiers tended to avoid them like the plague. They created fire out of thin air, throwing or directing it as they saw fit. They merely pointed and watched stone crumble as if it was mere pebbles. They had different agendas, yet they obliterated anything that even remotely gazed at them for more than a second. From a great distance one could see the capital burn, imagine hearing the cries of thousands as they were being put to the sword, rifle or boot. Some hundred miles north of the capital was a smaller town. It was small, probably not even having a thousand inhabitants, yet it had a strategic purpose and was close to a nearby mountain that was rich in ores. The harsh assault that was happening in the capital was clearly visible from here, yet the brutality wasnt as harsh in this place. A bright sphere of light had appeared in the centre of town and at the two exits, from each these fifty Riflemen sprang followed by five Grenadiers. They quickly took positions at the gates, climbing the walls and from the centre of town shoot at anything that was holding something that even remotely appeared to be used for a weapon. At first the population started to flee in every direction, screaming or carrying the fallen. The made their way towards the gates, yet quickly found that stepping within 20 meters of the walls meant that you received a lead sphere in the head. If you came to close to a mage whilst running in panic, you were simply being torn apart from the inside, thrown to the side like discarded junk. The population quickly realised that they were trapped, surrounded by their walls that was supposed to keep them safe! If they did not move or simply hide in their homes, they would be left alone, hopefully. It was in one such a home that a sudden door was kicked in, two soldiers rushing in to secure it before a mage entered, orbs scanning the surroundings before moving in deeper. He noticed the life forms that were huddling in the corner, no doubt the inhabitants of this place. He needed to find a suitable test subject, perhaps a few, for his experiments in this new and strange world. Setting FantasyMedieval My Characters Lance Devoalt is a prodigy mage of almost unlimited calibre. He and a select few have been chosen to join the main army on this crusade or invasion of this new planet, providing portals and other magic. The mages and himself are not bound by any law besides those of their own chapter, a guiding principle of sorts. In truth Lance is young, proud and willing to prove himself to further his position within the empire. Conquering a planet isnt enough, he needs more. Thus he finds himself seeking subjects for a new experiment, either gathering new information or taming these wildlings. Your Characters Either male or female or multiples. Their age would be 21, old enough to have world knowledge. The characters background is open for Interpretation height, species, age, profession, build, gender, etc. Their personality would be quite normal to strong, although forced into a submissive stance. They will slowly break and adjust to their new submissive position. Requirements Must be able to play either one or multiple main characters. Other information -Possible elements of impregnationbody alterations. Inspiration for the scene Avatar - Steampunk