In the realm of Arumia…

An explosion rocked the prison, you perked up for but a moment. Then you heard the clashing of blades and armor. Then the swing of a massive blade and the spill of blood.

The sound of heavy boots approached. Then a beautiful female half-orc’s face looked into your cell, they then looked down at their schematics. They let out a “hmph”.

“You Levain? I’m here to collect and deliver them.” The half-orc said, and you sure weren’t whoever that was. The prison was silent for a few brief moments.

In the silence, you noticed more details about her. A huge, bloodied double-headed axe over her shoulder. Her skin was light moss green, her eyes a sunny yellow. She had two scars reaching from her chin to her cheeks. She had the armor befitting a half-orc, meaning, not that covering. She had large, almost-childbearing hips, though she wasn’t a mother, her waist gave her the hourglass shape, though was very muscular. She also had broad, strong shoulders, and framed on her chest were MASSIVE, meaty breasts. Probably a 42Z-Cup.

You finally responded by throwing a skull to the bars of your cell. Levain’s skull. “Fuckers…” She mumbled. She wasn’t getting any good anymore.

Her eyes darted back up to you. She was a solid 7’1”. And her weight of 447 lb would make sure she could lift most things as well as people.

She then grabbed hold of the cell door and, with one hand, ripped it off its hinges, freeing you. She then spoke, her voice naturally sultry, “You’re comin’ with me then.” She promptly grabbed you and slung you over her shoulder.

That was about… five hours ago. You two were now seated in a tavern, and she had just explained what would be happening. You would stick around and help her, as her new companion, since she had gone through the trouble of breaking in, and since levain was dead, she got no gold. “Got it?” She asked.