Welcome
Greetings, my name Is Ifrit, and this is my little corner of debauchery. This is the part where I tell you a little about myself and why I am here. I have been roleplaying on and off for the last nine years, except it was on another site. I came back here after the most extended hiatus I have had, stretching for almost 2 years as I focused more on my life and working on my writing. Looking back now, I realize that I needed the work and the time I spent away better in my writing and how I approach a story. I enjoy world-building a little bit sometimes and can spend hours in AI generators for characters and in paint drawing maps of the places I'm writing about. I'm not saying the drawings are good, but they help me place events without jamming the details. Especially when it comes to places that are central to the story. Having a blueprint of a house is never a bad idea.
Greetings, my name Is Ifrit, and this is my little corner of debauchery. This is the part where I tell you a little about myself and why I am here. I have been roleplaying on and off for the last nine years, except it was on another site. I came back here after the most extended hiatus I have had, stretching for almost 2 years as I focused more on my life and working on my writing. Looking back now, I realize that I needed the work and the time I spent away better in my writing and how I approach a story. I enjoy world-building a little bit sometimes and can spend hours in AI generators for characters and in paint drawing maps of the places I'm writing about. I'm not saying the drawings are good, but they help me place events without jamming the details. Especially when it comes to places that are central to the story. Having a blueprint of a house is never a bad idea.
More Info About me:
I do not have a set reply length and usually go with the flow; some scenes are longer, while some need more back-and-forth. It depends on what is going on.
-Detailed Writing in slower scenes with faster chaotic writing in action scenes to simulate the heat of the moment.
-Comfortable with erotic scenes, but the Story is more important.
-Scat, Furries, SA, bloodsports, and watersports are all off the table for me out the gate; everything else is usually okay with me. I will say generally because there are things I would never think of out there, and please let me know your limits. I try my hardest not to make people uncomfortable, even if this story is perpetually shrouded in strife.
-I have a subscription to Nightcafe that generates AI pictures, which I use for my main and side characters. I do not claim any creative rights towards the pictures, as we all know how it works.
I don't do pairings as I like to go in with a complete idea, but that doesn't mean I'm not down to create something from scratch. Just hit me up if you have a pairing you are interested in.
What I am Looking For:
-I don't have perfect grammar, so I don't expect it from you. All I ask is that I can understand what is being written and that you have a basic grasp of punctuation.
-Someone who enjoys world-building as much as I do. It's no fun if I am the only one building the world. I will always look forward to feedback and ideas from my partners. In fact, I encourage it, as one person is never enough to make a world full of life.
-I don't expect my partners to be on here all the time; life can take hold, and suddenly, it has been weeks, and you haven't been on. It is entirely understandable. If, for any reason, you have to take a break, just let me know, and I'll put our RP on hold indefinitely. If I don't hear anything from my partners, I put the RP on hold for one month and a week before moving on.
Plots:
(PM me at any time to see if any of my plots open, if you have one of your own, or just want to create one together)
Setting: Japan, 1870's
Pairing: Mysterious Gaijin Samurai x Japanese Highborn Woman(Arranged marriage)
Tags: Supernatural, Historical, NSFW, Gore, Romance
Plot:
Mt. Fuji is a towering monument that has stood over Tokyo since long before the first people ever walked the rocky shores of Japan. To some, it is a towering monument, a guide to the heart of the land, but to others. To those who have felt its wrath, it's a harbinger of doom. Its shadow and ever-present warning worried them of an impending eruption and, with it, the return of Akuma, a yokai of fire born from the fear and death wrought by Mt. Fuji.
Fearing this very thing centuries ago, the wise Daiymo of Japan came together, and from them, the Kenkage family, loyal to the Emperor, was chosen to act as guardian of the Mountain hunters of the Yokai. With powers over thier lands rivaling the Imperial seat itself, the Clan grew to incredible heights. This was a turning point in history when ordinary people forgot about the Yokai and Spirits that went bump at night. Finally, Japan became a safe place, obviously to the blade that kept them safe in the dark. This was until 1707 when the long feared day finally came with the mountain erupting in the fire. With the Eruption came the Devil, bathed in fire, and with his legion of Yokai with him, every fear and dark secret the Kenkage had vanished in the long year back in the land of the rising sun.
Even with centuries of time for preparations, the Kenkage Clan had severely underestimated the overwhelming strength of Akuma. He tore through their army, slaughtering the head of the family at the time, and then moved on to thier village. Burning every defense they had ever built, it slaughtered everyone it saw before moving on to Edo. Humiliated, the Kekage fled into the shadows, thinking ahead they had escorted the Pregnant Lady of the Clan and numerous villagers out before the chaos. Even defeated the Clan did not give up. They made a new oath that day, forsaking the one they had given to the Emperor. One that would shape the future of thier people forever.
Moving from place to place, it wasn't till shortly after the birth of the Heir that the kenkage finally found a home. The place came in a dream to the Lady of the Clan. She told everyone who would listen of the beautiful river valley she had dreamed of and the fiery kitsune that had led her to it. No one believed her at first, that was until they set eyes on the lands themselves. A paradise hidden between two mountains. That day, they founded Kagemura, the hidden village that soon became the biggest hunt for many years. Several wanna-be explorers are losing thier lives looking for it. It wasn't until 100 years later when the first Kagmura agent was even seen, and it wasn't until the Boshin war that they were recognized as a formal clan, and by this time, a new face joined the clan. A Gaijin they had rescued from a burning wreck on thier coast.
Meiji and this Gaijin were practically raised together during the war, growing as close as brothers until the war was over and Ken, not yet fully adopted, had to return to the village. It wasn't until many years later that they finally reunited. By this time, the Gaijin was now known as Kenkage Ken, the next Heir of Kagemura, and Mutsuhito, as he was then called, had grown into his role as Emperor. They were different men than they had been but still brothers at heart. Over drinks and food, they bonded as if they had never been apart, and the subject of a wife was brought up. Ken admitted to their desire not to be wed, but the Emporer pushed for it; by the night's end, they agreed to talk about it again, but that day was put on hold. Days later, Ken's adopted father, Ichitarō, passed away peacefully in the night, and the gaijin was forced once more to return to Kagemura.
It wasn't until weeks later, when the letters, ferried by Kenkage Agents, showed up with an order to choose a wife, that reality set in for the newly minted Daiymo of what he was getting into. The Gaijin tried everything from making absurd and almost off-putting requests about beauty and education to flat-out refusing perfection. He thought no one would fit the unrealistic mold he had described. Unluckily, someone did, or at least to the Emperor's standards. Unable to refuse the order or have the clan branded as traitors once more, Ken agreed to the one condition the bride's family had set. A year-long engagement period during which the lady would decide on her fate. It was the one thing that could possibly get him out of this situation.
Even so, as they say, no plan works out the way you want. As two people who wanted nothing to do with each other were pushed together, dark forces in the shadows also came together. The evil that had been uninterrupted walking the earth for almost 200 years was finally ready to lash out, gathering allies for a war no one knew was even coming.
Side Note: What I'm looking for in your character is a HighBorn Noble Lady trained in Japanese customs; everything else is up to you. It is your character, after all.
Link to the RP
Pairing: Mysterious Gaijin Samurai x Japanese Highborn Woman(Arranged marriage)
Tags: Supernatural, Historical, NSFW, Gore, Romance
Plot:
Mt. Fuji is a towering monument that has stood over Tokyo since long before the first people ever walked the rocky shores of Japan. To some, it is a towering monument, a guide to the heart of the land, but to others. To those who have felt its wrath, it's a harbinger of doom. Its shadow and ever-present warning worried them of an impending eruption and, with it, the return of Akuma, a yokai of fire born from the fear and death wrought by Mt. Fuji.
Fearing this very thing centuries ago, the wise Daiymo of Japan came together, and from them, the Kenkage family, loyal to the Emperor, was chosen to act as guardian of the Mountain hunters of the Yokai. With powers over thier lands rivaling the Imperial seat itself, the Clan grew to incredible heights. This was a turning point in history when ordinary people forgot about the Yokai and Spirits that went bump at night. Finally, Japan became a safe place, obviously to the blade that kept them safe in the dark. This was until 1707 when the long feared day finally came with the mountain erupting in the fire. With the Eruption came the Devil, bathed in fire, and with his legion of Yokai with him, every fear and dark secret the Kenkage had vanished in the long year back in the land of the rising sun.
Even with centuries of time for preparations, the Kenkage Clan had severely underestimated the overwhelming strength of Akuma. He tore through their army, slaughtering the head of the family at the time, and then moved on to thier village. Burning every defense they had ever built, it slaughtered everyone it saw before moving on to Edo. Humiliated, the Kekage fled into the shadows, thinking ahead they had escorted the Pregnant Lady of the Clan and numerous villagers out before the chaos. Even defeated the Clan did not give up. They made a new oath that day, forsaking the one they had given to the Emperor. One that would shape the future of thier people forever.
Moving from place to place, it wasn't till shortly after the birth of the Heir that the kenkage finally found a home. The place came in a dream to the Lady of the Clan. She told everyone who would listen of the beautiful river valley she had dreamed of and the fiery kitsune that had led her to it. No one believed her at first, that was until they set eyes on the lands themselves. A paradise hidden between two mountains. That day, they founded Kagemura, the hidden village that soon became the biggest hunt for many years. Several wanna-be explorers are losing thier lives looking for it. It wasn't until 100 years later when the first Kagmura agent was even seen, and it wasn't until the Boshin war that they were recognized as a formal clan, and by this time, a new face joined the clan. A Gaijin they had rescued from a burning wreck on thier coast.
Meiji and this Gaijin were practically raised together during the war, growing as close as brothers until the war was over and Ken, not yet fully adopted, had to return to the village. It wasn't until many years later that they finally reunited. By this time, the Gaijin was now known as Kenkage Ken, the next Heir of Kagemura, and Mutsuhito, as he was then called, had grown into his role as Emperor. They were different men than they had been but still brothers at heart. Over drinks and food, they bonded as if they had never been apart, and the subject of a wife was brought up. Ken admitted to their desire not to be wed, but the Emporer pushed for it; by the night's end, they agreed to talk about it again, but that day was put on hold. Days later, Ken's adopted father, Ichitarō, passed away peacefully in the night, and the gaijin was forced once more to return to Kagemura.
It wasn't until weeks later, when the letters, ferried by Kenkage Agents, showed up with an order to choose a wife, that reality set in for the newly minted Daiymo of what he was getting into. The Gaijin tried everything from making absurd and almost off-putting requests about beauty and education to flat-out refusing perfection. He thought no one would fit the unrealistic mold he had described. Unluckily, someone did, or at least to the Emperor's standards. Unable to refuse the order or have the clan branded as traitors once more, Ken agreed to the one condition the bride's family had set. A year-long engagement period during which the lady would decide on her fate. It was the one thing that could possibly get him out of this situation.
Even so, as they say, no plan works out the way you want. As two people who wanted nothing to do with each other were pushed together, dark forces in the shadows also came together. The evil that had been uninterrupted walking the earth for almost 200 years was finally ready to lash out, gathering allies for a war no one knew was even coming.
Side Note: What I'm looking for in your character is a HighBorn Noble Lady trained in Japanese customs; everything else is up to you. It is your character, after all.
Link to the RP
Setting: Alvarus, 3465 E.C (Fictional Setting)
Pairing: Fel-Atra(Sci-fi "Fallen Angel") x Human/Fae
Tags: Supernatural, Post-Apocalyptic, Fantasy, Romance, Aether-Punk
Plot: Our story begins on the far-flung world of Alvarus, in a distant settlement in what the civilized world called the Lost Continent. A place of mystery and death where tribes of humans fought over scraps of livable land while their Fel-Atra overlords lived safely in their Mountain abodes. Though not all Fel-Atra made their homes with their own, some ventured out freely while others ran, fearing the only penalty their kind had for any crime: Death. Jason Snow, or Isel Ari as he was once called, is one of the latter, a hunter trained to kill, on the run from his own people for a crime he may or may not have committed. Forced day in and out, he ran, feeling the presses of his people always following, tracking him till finally he reached Isalone. There, hidden among the human population, he finally felt safe. He hid for years, never showing his face, with only a few people knowing his true nature. Jason thought he could hide there forever, that his people had forgotten all about him until strangers cloaked in red attacked Isalone. The city burned brighter than the sun. The soldiers left barely anyone alive; only a few, including Jason, survived and were taken prisoner to be shipped off the Arandel as slaves. Jason himself was not a slave but to be experimented on as he was the first Fel-Atra the people from the old world had seen in eons, and they wanted to know what he was and how he had killed so many of their men with ease.
Side Note: In this RP, your character can be anyone, from a prisoner on the ship to a soldier or a deckhand in the harbor town. Depending on your choice, the story's beginning changes drastically, as does the goal. This is a massive open world I have been building for years and has a lot of room for growth. That is the main reason it is left so open-ended.
Pairing: Fel-Atra(Sci-fi "Fallen Angel") x Human/Fae
Tags: Supernatural, Post-Apocalyptic, Fantasy, Romance, Aether-Punk
Plot: Our story begins on the far-flung world of Alvarus, in a distant settlement in what the civilized world called the Lost Continent. A place of mystery and death where tribes of humans fought over scraps of livable land while their Fel-Atra overlords lived safely in their Mountain abodes. Though not all Fel-Atra made their homes with their own, some ventured out freely while others ran, fearing the only penalty their kind had for any crime: Death. Jason Snow, or Isel Ari as he was once called, is one of the latter, a hunter trained to kill, on the run from his own people for a crime he may or may not have committed. Forced day in and out, he ran, feeling the presses of his people always following, tracking him till finally he reached Isalone. There, hidden among the human population, he finally felt safe. He hid for years, never showing his face, with only a few people knowing his true nature. Jason thought he could hide there forever, that his people had forgotten all about him until strangers cloaked in red attacked Isalone. The city burned brighter than the sun. The soldiers left barely anyone alive; only a few, including Jason, survived and were taken prisoner to be shipped off the Arandel as slaves. Jason himself was not a slave but to be experimented on as he was the first Fel-Atra the people from the old world had seen in eons, and they wanted to know what he was and how he had killed so many of their men with ease.
Side Note: In this RP, your character can be anyone, from a prisoner on the ship to a soldier or a deckhand in the harbor town. Depending on your choice, the story's beginning changes drastically, as does the goal. This is a massive open world I have been building for years and has a lot of room for growth. That is the main reason it is left so open-ended.
Characters:
Name: Kenkage Ken
Age: 27
Race: Caucasian
Height: 6'1"
Weight:193lbs
Build: Athletic
Hair Color: White, with a black beard
Eye Color: Stormy Blue
Name: Jason Snow(Isel Ari)
Age: 78
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 647lbs
Build: Athletic
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Silver
Samples:
(This will be the starter for Heir of Arandel; it is in its unfinished state right now.)
Opening the door to the dwelling, Jason stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening as he set sight on a body in the middle of the common area. He didn't have to see her face to know it was Selena; the black veins across her once-tan skin were unmistakable.
Stumbling over, Jason knelt on the ground before Sel's lifeless body; he was lost, staring into her glossy brown eyes. How could this have happened? Why wasn't he here to protect her? As her husband, his duty was to protect her above all else. How could he have failed?
Taking her hand, he knew it was too late. Her hand was cold to the touch, the only movement coming from the shake of his own hands, trembling with perhaps grief. Angushish? Rage? He couldn't tell; numbness was chilling him to the bone, closing around his heart, threatening to stop it.
Snapping him out his grief, a flash of movement and soft step of boots startled him. Going for his pistol, he stopped short as he noticed the sleek rifle barrel aimed at him. Stepping out of the light, a woman dressed in the same red uniform as the intruders stepped out of the shadows of Aurora's room.
She looked to be in her 20s, maybe 30s, but Jason could never tell with humans. That didn't matter anyway. The rifle in her hands and the gunshot to Sel's chest were all Jason needed. "Did you do this?" he growled, his voice full of venom, and the rage was evident in the husky growl.
"So what if I did? We have no use for the Inflicted. We did her a favor."
Jason's teeth gnashed together as he held back an animalistic growl. Every part of him wanted to rip this human apart. To nail her limbs to the wall as a warning to all her kind. But that rifle, the instrument of death even a Fel-Atra feared, kept him rooted to the floor. "Now stand, slowly take off your cloak, turn around, and walk towards me. Reach for anything, and I will shoot you."
Jason could tell she wasn't lying; an amateur would be shaking at the thought of taking someone's life; this woman was as cold as ice with not an ounce of sway in her weapon. No fear, at least not yet. Standing up, he unclasped the cloak from around his neck, letting the thick fur fall to the ground.
As soon as the soldier saw Jason's pointed ears and beast-like eyes, her stance changed. The scent of fear filled the small living enclosure. Making her first mistake, she stepped forward and brought her sight closer to her face. Her sense of preservation overcame logic, and it would most likely be fatal.
Moving as she pulled the trigger, Jason batted the rifle away with his left hand mere moments before it went off. The shot echoed across the cabin, deafening him in the process. Not letting that stop him, he followed through, grabbing the woman by the neck. Raising her high up into the air, she struggled, dropping her rifle. Unrelenting, he held her there, determined to squeeze the life out of her before blinding pain shot through his abdomen.
The woman had managed to pull a dagger from her belt and had stabbed into his midsection, the blade lodging itself into the dense layer of muscle. Reacting on instinct, he threw the woman against the wall, her head snapping back against the log surface with a loud crack. Going against all medical advice he had ever been given, Jason grabbed the hilt of the short blade and pulled it from his abs, grunting and cursing as it came free. Luckily, due to being a Fel-Atra, the wound barely bled for its size, but it didn't help with the searing pain nor the gaping opening for bacteria.
"Fucking bitch," Stepping back for a moment, Jason grabbed the discarded rifle off the floor and turned back to the dazed woman. She couldn't even lock onto the approaching warrior as he walked over to her or even defend herself as he placed the barrel of the gun against her forehead. "Is this how you did her in? Wait, no, you shot her through the heart; you wanted to watch her suffer, didn't you."
Moving the gun, Jason pressed it into her chest just over her heart. The soldier tried to push it away, to do anything to keep living, but the warrior above her was showing no mercy, the piercing silver gaze judging her when he had no right. "Pleas.." She never even finished begging for her life before Jason pulled the trigger, just as she had already done twice before. Her body buckled as the first bullet tore through her. The second shot was personal, ending her before she could even bleed out.
Even with her body going still, Jason didn't stop, pulling the trigger again and again; he emptied the gun into her. She had taken his life from her; the person who had mattered the most to him was lying on the floor behind him. What gave her the right to do this... Why? Hearing nothing but clicks, Jason raised the gun, ready to bash the mutilated body before he saw what he had done. Blood staining the once-happy abode they had shared as a family. Guts clinging to spintered wood.
Turning, he looked back at Sel's corpse and then back down to the gun in his hand. Clenching it tightly in his hand, the metal frame bent slightly before he finally, in another fit of rage, threw it at the desecrated body. "Who the fuck are y'all," he growled, knowing he wouldn't get an answer from the dead body. But her friend standing outside the front doorway was a different story. He would answer every question Jason had.
The man didn't even have the decency to answer the Fel-Atra questions; the soldier took one look at the warrior and what he had done to the woman and aimed at Jason, ready to claim his life. Not giving him a chance, Jason flipped the solid oak table and dove behind the cover as the soldier opened up on him. Automatic fire sprayed the table, with shrapnel flying all around his head.
Not waiting to be shot, Jason spun around, kicking the table and sending it flying across the room. The man wasn't able to react. The table caught him and crushed him between the wall and the hardened oak slab. He had almost got knocked out the door, but his luck had not held up with half his body wedged through the door frame. Even with most of his body broken, he was trying to reach out the door to men running to help him.
It was too late to save him from the otherworldly warrior only feet away. Rushing him, Jason kicked the table again, this time pulverizing the soldier. These people had invaded his home and killed innocent villagers, his wife, and possibly both his best friends. They deserved no mercy. The men outside stopped immediately, unable to determine what they had just seen. These were obviously not from any land that often dealt with the Fel-Atra.
Watching as they responded by chunking something, Jason ducked back into cover, expecting some explosive as a metal cylinder flew through the partially open doorway.
Unexpectedly, the object clattered against the far wall, coming harmless to a stop before expelling thick white smoke, which quickly filled the room. It stung Jason's throat and clouded his vision. It felt like the fires of hell burned inside him with every breath. What kind of magic was this? Looking around, he tried to find the devil's cylinder, but it was pointless in the thick haze. He could barely keep his eyes open.
Taking the only remaining option, Jason fumbled across the room, glad he had lived here forever and knew the layout like his own body. Scrambling against the wall, he finally grabbed a decorative shield, a keepsake from one of his many raids. It was nothing special, but he would take what he could get right now. Prepared as he would ever, he staggered through the fog toward the light of day.
Ripping away the broken table, Jason stumbled out of the house, almost crashing to his knee as he breathed his first breath of fresh air. His head had been getting light from whatever gas the weapon was plaguing the air. he had already been having a hard time controlling his breathing with a tear in his abdomen, and these assholes weren't helping. Though, as the saying goes, out of the frying pan and into the fire. Now that he was outside, Jason could see what he was dealing with. Several soldiers, all wearing that same blaster uniform, lined outside in the communal garden area, all holding life-threatening weapons that happened to be pointed at him.
Stumbling over, Jason knelt on the ground before Sel's lifeless body; he was lost, staring into her glossy brown eyes. How could this have happened? Why wasn't he here to protect her? As her husband, his duty was to protect her above all else. How could he have failed?
Taking her hand, he knew it was too late. Her hand was cold to the touch, the only movement coming from the shake of his own hands, trembling with perhaps grief. Angushish? Rage? He couldn't tell; numbness was chilling him to the bone, closing around his heart, threatening to stop it.
Snapping him out his grief, a flash of movement and soft step of boots startled him. Going for his pistol, he stopped short as he noticed the sleek rifle barrel aimed at him. Stepping out of the light, a woman dressed in the same red uniform as the intruders stepped out of the shadows of Aurora's room.
She looked to be in her 20s, maybe 30s, but Jason could never tell with humans. That didn't matter anyway. The rifle in her hands and the gunshot to Sel's chest were all Jason needed. "Did you do this?" he growled, his voice full of venom, and the rage was evident in the husky growl.
"So what if I did? We have no use for the Inflicted. We did her a favor."
Jason's teeth gnashed together as he held back an animalistic growl. Every part of him wanted to rip this human apart. To nail her limbs to the wall as a warning to all her kind. But that rifle, the instrument of death even a Fel-Atra feared, kept him rooted to the floor. "Now stand, slowly take off your cloak, turn around, and walk towards me. Reach for anything, and I will shoot you."
Jason could tell she wasn't lying; an amateur would be shaking at the thought of taking someone's life; this woman was as cold as ice with not an ounce of sway in her weapon. No fear, at least not yet. Standing up, he unclasped the cloak from around his neck, letting the thick fur fall to the ground.
As soon as the soldier saw Jason's pointed ears and beast-like eyes, her stance changed. The scent of fear filled the small living enclosure. Making her first mistake, she stepped forward and brought her sight closer to her face. Her sense of preservation overcame logic, and it would most likely be fatal.
Moving as she pulled the trigger, Jason batted the rifle away with his left hand mere moments before it went off. The shot echoed across the cabin, deafening him in the process. Not letting that stop him, he followed through, grabbing the woman by the neck. Raising her high up into the air, she struggled, dropping her rifle. Unrelenting, he held her there, determined to squeeze the life out of her before blinding pain shot through his abdomen.
The woman had managed to pull a dagger from her belt and had stabbed into his midsection, the blade lodging itself into the dense layer of muscle. Reacting on instinct, he threw the woman against the wall, her head snapping back against the log surface with a loud crack. Going against all medical advice he had ever been given, Jason grabbed the hilt of the short blade and pulled it from his abs, grunting and cursing as it came free. Luckily, due to being a Fel-Atra, the wound barely bled for its size, but it didn't help with the searing pain nor the gaping opening for bacteria.
"Fucking bitch," Stepping back for a moment, Jason grabbed the discarded rifle off the floor and turned back to the dazed woman. She couldn't even lock onto the approaching warrior as he walked over to her or even defend herself as he placed the barrel of the gun against her forehead. "Is this how you did her in? Wait, no, you shot her through the heart; you wanted to watch her suffer, didn't you."
Moving the gun, Jason pressed it into her chest just over her heart. The soldier tried to push it away, to do anything to keep living, but the warrior above her was showing no mercy, the piercing silver gaze judging her when he had no right. "Pleas.." She never even finished begging for her life before Jason pulled the trigger, just as she had already done twice before. Her body buckled as the first bullet tore through her. The second shot was personal, ending her before she could even bleed out.
Even with her body going still, Jason didn't stop, pulling the trigger again and again; he emptied the gun into her. She had taken his life from her; the person who had mattered the most to him was lying on the floor behind him. What gave her the right to do this... Why? Hearing nothing but clicks, Jason raised the gun, ready to bash the mutilated body before he saw what he had done. Blood staining the once-happy abode they had shared as a family. Guts clinging to spintered wood.
Turning, he looked back at Sel's corpse and then back down to the gun in his hand. Clenching it tightly in his hand, the metal frame bent slightly before he finally, in another fit of rage, threw it at the desecrated body. "Who the fuck are y'all," he growled, knowing he wouldn't get an answer from the dead body. But her friend standing outside the front doorway was a different story. He would answer every question Jason had.
The man didn't even have the decency to answer the Fel-Atra questions; the soldier took one look at the warrior and what he had done to the woman and aimed at Jason, ready to claim his life. Not giving him a chance, Jason flipped the solid oak table and dove behind the cover as the soldier opened up on him. Automatic fire sprayed the table, with shrapnel flying all around his head.
Not waiting to be shot, Jason spun around, kicking the table and sending it flying across the room. The man wasn't able to react. The table caught him and crushed him between the wall and the hardened oak slab. He had almost got knocked out the door, but his luck had not held up with half his body wedged through the door frame. Even with most of his body broken, he was trying to reach out the door to men running to help him.
It was too late to save him from the otherworldly warrior only feet away. Rushing him, Jason kicked the table again, this time pulverizing the soldier. These people had invaded his home and killed innocent villagers, his wife, and possibly both his best friends. They deserved no mercy. The men outside stopped immediately, unable to determine what they had just seen. These were obviously not from any land that often dealt with the Fel-Atra.
Watching as they responded by chunking something, Jason ducked back into cover, expecting some explosive as a metal cylinder flew through the partially open doorway.
Unexpectedly, the object clattered against the far wall, coming harmless to a stop before expelling thick white smoke, which quickly filled the room. It stung Jason's throat and clouded his vision. It felt like the fires of hell burned inside him with every breath. What kind of magic was this? Looking around, he tried to find the devil's cylinder, but it was pointless in the thick haze. He could barely keep his eyes open.
Taking the only remaining option, Jason fumbled across the room, glad he had lived here forever and knew the layout like his own body. Scrambling against the wall, he finally grabbed a decorative shield, a keepsake from one of his many raids. It was nothing special, but he would take what he could get right now. Prepared as he would ever, he staggered through the fog toward the light of day.
Ripping away the broken table, Jason stumbled out of the house, almost crashing to his knee as he breathed his first breath of fresh air. His head had been getting light from whatever gas the weapon was plaguing the air. he had already been having a hard time controlling his breathing with a tear in his abdomen, and these assholes weren't helping. Though, as the saying goes, out of the frying pan and into the fire. Now that he was outside, Jason could see what he was dealing with. Several soldiers, all wearing that same blaster uniform, lined outside in the communal garden area, all holding life-threatening weapons that happened to be pointed at him.
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