Nephandic is a contributing poster here at Leadunderground and Gank Me and here’s the first part of a multipart story series based on the set of commission pics he got from me. Here’s part one, it’s super hot so enjoy!
A Brewfest Affair by Nephandic
Dusk settled over the orange and red land known as Durotar. The harsh colors of the ground faded as the light of the sun rolled under the horizon, slowly being softened by the warm glow of the twin moons. A rolling sound of artificial thunder bounced off the dark walls of a canyon, echoing into the nooks and crags like fanfare calling attention to royalty. A lone mechano-hog rounded a rocky corner, piloted by a white haired blood elf, and shifted into a higher gear. The sound of the engine flared, as the machine made its way up a small incline near the main path, heading for higher ground over the canyon road below. Losing contact with the ground, the bike’s tires spun freely in the air for a moment before the full weight of the machine came down upon the shocks with a solid thump. The collapsible sidecar, jostled against its moorings with a loud rattle, and the driver let out a deep slow breath. He was pleased.
Nihil smiled as he pushed his foot down onto the clutch and shifted gears, eyeing the flat and almost table like outgrowth of rocks ahead of him along the sides of the canyon road. He glanced to his left, looking down into the canyon for any signs of activity but did not see any. Few people liked to travel the canyons at night, preferring to avoid the harpy patrols that sometimes took flight in the area. Nihil shook his head a bit, and ran a hand through his goatee thinking about the last time he’d had a run in with such a patrol and the mess he had made. Slowing the bike down, he pulled up to the edge of the rock he was on and took a look around.
A lazy smoke cloud drifted into the sky in the distance behind him, marking the small settlement of Razor Hill. He had come from further beyond the outpost already, hailing from the small Darkspear village of Sen’Jin. An old friend had decided to move back to that area, and Nihil had slipped out that way to pay the old troll mage a visit. After a day of stories about the “good old days” and more than a couple drinks, he had set his sights on making it back to Orgrimmar to rest for the night before moving along to parts unknown. Tugging the clutch with his foot, Nihil shut the mechano-hog off and leaned a little to the left where the kickstand automatically extended itself. The rumble of the engine faded off into the dusk.
He stretched his right arm back and unfastened the buttons on one of the bike’s storage bags. He pulled out a smaller satchel of fragrant enchanted tobacco with papers. Pushing in a small knob on the console of the mechano-hog, he cleared his throat and laid out a paper and quickly sprinkled out the dried leaf. Nimble fingers made quick work, and rolled a cigarette that he licked closed and placed between his lips. The knob on the console popped itself back out, and he raised the red glowing end to his face lighting his fix. He inhaled deeply, felt the smoke travel down into his chest and the slight tingle of magic from the Infinite Dust that was used to cure this blend move into his bloodstream.
Nihil’s long ears twitched, catching an echoing sound coming from further up the canyon road. He exhaled a dark blue smoke, and set the cigarette into the corner of his mouth while both feet planted into the ground. He stood up from the bike and narrowed his eyes to catch a glimpse of the source. Someone was banging on something with hammers by the sound of things, though he could not say where at this point. Reaching up, he grabbed the cig and flicked it lightly removing the scant bit of ash at the end before drawing in another toke and restarted the bike. The mechano-hog’s engine turned over, and the kickstand pulled itself back in as Nihil dropped the machine into gear to move further down the canyon top in search of that noise.
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