Thread: Mysteries of Magitek (Mystearica x Erotica Maxima)

It was a quiet kind of day, on a slow month, of a sleepy year. Saying she'd taken a sabbatical from her usual line of work was something of an understatement, but things were getting a little boring. Repetitive, even. She needed a change, she needed something new, something different. She needed to relax... And this was so Gods-be-damned boring that she'd have loved nothing more to have her fingers around someone's neck, and have that familiar tingling feeling in her knuckles after loosening a few teeth. Working as hired-muscle wasn't the most rewarding of tasks. People with the coin to hire her usually thought that she was some dumb brute that they could walk all over, throw insults, force her to do the most inane of tasks. At least, they did until she got tired of it and decided the coin wasn't worth it any more. That was usually when they realised that while she was big, while she was strong, and maybe not the smartest person around, having her on their side was a whole lot better than having her against them. A few broken bones, maybe a wrecked up estate, and possibly a little looting later, she usually felt good enough to formally hand in her resignation, and be on her way to find a new job. But, it had gotten a little repetitive, so she'd decided to go on a vacation, get back out and in touch with nature, away from the cities, away from the Magitek engines that were all over the place these days, away from everything. Just her, on her own... With nothing to do. She had to think back and wonder how she ended up in the middle of the woods, a few miles out of Trieste, after working a few years as a bouncer, as a bodyguard, as an enforcer. Well, it was that or go back to being a Mercenary, and the risk to pay ratio on that just wasn't worth it any more. Either she worked on her own as a freelancer, and got paid a pittance to go on suicide missions, or she signed up with a company, and had to work with a group of people who usually had no idea which end of a sword to stick someone with. And then have to split the prize with the idiots. She knew she couldn't go back to the Horde, they'd been disbanded after they were defeated in the Battle of the Jadran Plains. Those were the good days... Enemies on the left, on the right, in front and behind, there were no shortage of fights, and the pay was good. There was never a shortage of loot, and there was never a night she went alone in her tent. Mm... Those were the glory days... She had soldier's at her beck and call, she had camp followers begging at her heel day and night, she had everything an Orc could have wanted. Pity it all had to go pear-shaped like it did, but when the King said 'Hey, lets all go charge these giant Magitek tanks with swords and stuff!', you know it won't end well. Probably why she bailed on the army before the end. She'd rather be called a disgrace than be dead. Honour was good and all, but she preferred being alive. She sighed as she poked her little camp fire with a stick, smoke lazily rolling up into the canopy of the trees, when a shadow passed over, and her eyes cast upward. She frowned as she straightened up, catching sight of something zooming past, bigger than any bird she knew of in these parts. Her frown deepened when she realised that it was an airship, one that was going down pretty fast... And with an almighty crash, she felt the tremors from where it hit the ground, the sound of the crash hitting her a half-second later. She made a noise in her throat as she thought about it, before she rose to her feet, and made her way around to her tent. She'd need pants if she was going to go and see what salvage she could scrounge up from that...