Helping Hand
Magsnik gazed out into the vast field before him as the heavy handle of his scythe rested upon his shoulder. This was his battleground, for today was harvest day and he needed to get as much of his crops as he could. His crops had a ridiculously short growing cycle but that suited him just fine. It would allow him to stock up fast especially when he had another mouth to feed.
He glanced towards his farm's other inhabitant, "Oy! No eating the crops till you cook them! Eat it now and you'll have cabbage-heads sprouting out of your ears!" He scolded her just as she was about to take a bite out of the head of the 'cabbage-shrooms' he planted. Hey, he doesn't have any better name for them and their orky name was far too glutural.
The woman pouted as she tossed said cabbage head to the basket she had on his back. The pack was big but not too big on her smaller frame and thanks to her demonic nature, she could actually carry a lot of stuff, "I was just taking a quick taste!" She fired back but he knew her all too well to fall for that.
"I'll cook stir-fry if you fill your basket!" He promised her, dangling a reward for her to encourage her to behave. If there's one thing he learned while living with her these past few days it was that food was the best and most effective way to curb her more destructive behaviors. The promise he made right now was more than enough to get her all fired up.
"Stir-fry! Stir-fry!" She chanted her warcry as she twisted off the cabbage-shroom's leafy caps with renewed vigor, having another hand definitely helped but the field he had was far too big.
"I really should downsize my farm," He mused as he unslung his scythe and went back to harvesting the stalks of grains before him. He glanced back as the greater daemon he now called his room mate and realized that might be a bad idea.
The rhythmic swinging of his scythe provided him with much needed core exercise. Back and forth he swung with the back of his blade clacking against the tough rows of stalk ahead of him before the sharp blade sliced through with a satisfying schwing. He reaped through his field as the stalks were pushed aside by the small board he attached at the back of the double handed blade for him to pick up later. With the lack of clouds above, he had nothing to fear about any sudden rain that might wash away his crops.
From time to time, he'd see some grain stalks that had bundles of caps on their ends rather than merely one of the bulbous things. He picked up those mutants and placed them in another pouch attached to his belt. He'd need the spores of them when he burned the field later. Breeding mushrooms was all but impossible, but at least they grew quick enough and grew in vast enough numbers that mutations cropped up from time to time.
The long strides and large sweeps he made allowed him to harvest a substantial amount of his grains. Sure it was tedious and time consuming, but it was relaxing and he worked up quite a sweat; a step closer to getting back in shape! Just as he was about to make another sweep, she stopped mid swing as he noticed the bump in the ground that had grown in the middle of his field. He continued his swing, pushing aside the stalks before clearing the area around the small mound.
From the throbbing veins and translucent membrane hiding a small curled up figure inside, he knew exactly what this was. "Well I'll be damned, a gretchin mound," he whispered out in surprise. He had expected a snotling mound to first appear in his field, but not a gretchin already. Seemed like cultivating his field allowed him to skip some steps. He turned towards the forest and glared after that thought, surveying his field, looking at its unprotected borders; he needed to make a wall around his home or he'd wake up to a burning house.
"Something wrong big guy?" Asked Beel in concern as she walked up to him. He simply gestured at the mount that had grown in his field. He stared at it as he pulled out his whetstone and sharpened the blade of his scythe. "Ohh! Weren't you looking for a servant to help with the chores?" she reminded him as he nodded in response.
A big house and a big farm needed a lot of work. Sure he had Beel around now to help him with his task but he's still bogged down by all the tasks he needed to do. He needed to feed the squigs, tend the crops, manage his forest, cultivate his small 'herb' garden, and many more tasks. Having a farm hand would help a lot and would free him up and allow him to explore. He could allow it to be born but every damn orkoid that wasn't a plant hated him with a passion, something which the squigs could attest to.
That decision would be taken away from him as the thing finally popped open. A clawed hand burst from the sac and out came out the hunched and skinny form of a gretchin. It was unremarkable, even on the smaller side barely reaching up to Beel's thighs, but it was well formed and without deformities. As it took its first breath in this hulk, he reared back and let out a small bellow before charging at him with a crazed look on its eyes. He sighed as he planted the butt of his scythe down on the loamy ground and faced the creature head-on.
He promptly punted it several meters away from him. He held back on his kick, not wanting to kill the thing and, thankfully, it got up. It charged him again but this time it picked up a rock and, once more, he kicked it away. He made sure to apply a bit more force this time around and the gretchin rolled up to the edge of his farm. This process repeated several more times and each time, he came back with a better weapon. First he grabbed a stick, then he tied the rock he had earlier to the stick to make some crude hammer.
This proved to be quite hilarious for the Nurglite who laughed at his trouble as he waited for the thing to get tired. "Oh god, it's adorable! Let's keep it," She crooned as he watched the small diminutive creature roll away.
"What do you think I'm doing here?" He answered back as he waited for the thing to get tired. The thing was willful, yes, but eventually it'd have to give up. The injuries the little guy had were accumulating and he could already see doubt in its eyes. While the squigs were just mere animals, Gretchins were different. They were smart, they were sapient, and the glint of intelligence shone in this creature's eyes as confusion started to set in.
"Punting it for entertainment?" The woman quipped as they watched the thing starting to slow down. Its legs quivering as fear and realization started to properly settle in but still, it marched on, as if spurred on by some force. He knew those two forces well and he just so happened to know that they were not omnipotent when it comes to the will of something orky.
"Well, that and establishing the hierarchy." He added as the gretchin raised its hammer once again and charged, its voice raspy from all the shouting it had been doing for the last few minutes.
"Oh really?" She teased him, smiling at him with that smug look that raised his hackles.
"Yes really," he rolled his eyes, doing his best to not get baited as he looked at the gretchin. It was exhausted now, spent from its repeated attempts and thus more pliable. Squaring his shoulders, he glared at it before barking out a command in orkish, the natural tongue of the orks "You! Stop!"
The thing skidded to a halt as it froze not just from fright but from the instinctive need to follow. "Yes bozz!" it squawked out with its raspy voice as it talked for the first time. He further emphasized his authority as he loomed over the quivering goblinoid that didn't even go past his shin. He leaned down, snorting out at the gretchin as he bared his teeth, daring the thing to do it but it faltered as boneless hands dropped the hammer it wielded.
Properly cowed, he picked it up by its scruff as he started relaying his commands at it. It was afraid and disoriented from the warring instincts and intelligence it had, nothing a good and proper boss can't fix with some commands.
"Pick up the crops now!" He bellowed at it full force as he stuffed the things hand with bundles of grain-shrooms before he dragged it all the way to the path nearby.
"Right away bozz!" The gretchin screamed out in panic as it picked up as much crops as it could while it babbled out incoherently. There, baskets were laid down for him to fill but now, it'd be the gretchin's job to fill them, which might prove challenging given the size of the baskets but that wasn't for him to figure out.
"Drop the crops here!" he ordered at the whimpering bundle of flesh he had in his hands and the thing whimpered out as it dropped the bundle it had been clutching its hands. Satisfied that he had shown it what it needed to do, he dropped it on the ground as it stared at him with naked terror as well as bewilderment. "What are you looking at?! Move! Gather the crops! Drop the crops here!" he roared out, reminding the gretchin of its task.
"On it bozz! I iz a good gretchin!" The creature cried out as it promptly bolted for the field to gather the fallen stacks as fast as its tiny hands could. Beelzebub whistled in amazement as she walked up to him with a basket filled with cabbage-caps.
"I thought you were retired, Magsnik?" She asked as she dropped down the basket and picked up another. She looked as immaculate as ever, not even breaking a sweat from all the work she had been doing and still sporting the rotting scent of fruit and flowers.
"I did retire Beel, but I didn't lose the tools of my trade. A warboss will always know how to act like a Warboss," he answered. He had been a warboss far longer than anything else he'd been and it stuck to him. Yes, he had laid down his maul for the life of a farmer but that did not mean he couldn't pick it up once more.
"Pet names already~? My my, you move fast,~" She replied teasingly as she slung another basket over her shoulder before sauntering off, knowing full well how his eyes drifted downwards whenever she did that. He groaned in annoyance as he tore his gaze away and stomped his way back to his scythe.
"Oh zod off. Your name's a mouthful and you know it." He fired back as he grabbed his scythe and went back to reaping his grain. Thankfully, the repetitive motion helped him take his mind off of her for a while. Unburdened by the need to stop to gather the crops and stuff them in their respective baskets, his work in the field had just gotten a whole lot easier.
When he set out to harvest his field, he expected it to be finished in three days' time. Now, he stared at a field that had just been cleared in a single day. He was sweaty, his arms were sore, and his back ached; but the task he had set out was now done. Even Beel looked a bit winded as she wiped her forehead of what little sweat she had. As for his gretchin, the less he talked about its state the better. It simply laid on the ground, a bruised ball of pain and agony who gasped for air.
"Beel, start a fire. We're making stir-fry tonight." He replied as he grabbed as many baskets of the more perishable vegetable-shrooms as he could before he went back inside to gather the ingredients he needed. He needed some oil, some truffles, some onion-bulbs, along with some cream. He wanted to have some soup to go with his stir fry because he was starving.
"I'm way ahead of you!" The woman declared as she ran off to the back of his house to gather some firewood. He chuckled as he saw the daemon do a little dance of excitement just as she disappeared out to the back, shaking his head in amusement as he headed inside so he could gather everything he needed.
Entering the cellar, he passed by shelves of preserved meats and cheeses along with bottles of pickled veggies and preserved jams and headed for the back of the room. There, he'd find the trapdoor leading to the lower level of his cellar as well as where he stored most of his perishables. He reached the wooden handle before and pulled it open, white fog rolling out of the cold room while the blue light of the cold tolerant light shrooms filtered out from below.
Lowering down the basket of veggies, he descended down his underground freezer/cold room. Lucky for him, there were glaciers dotting his little hulk, so getting some ice was an easy affair. Ice was all he needed to make an old fashion freezer. He just needed to make sure it was insulated and the things he stored below were on shelves to keep them from the eventual melt water and he got himself a place that could keep his already hardy crops stored far longer than what he'd usually could if he left them outside.
He'd find himself in a room line with wood with cold air leaking from between the slabs of wood. He reached out for one of the panels and opened it to reveal the frozen ice. Packed together with saw dust and other insulating products, he expected this to last him for one last harvest season before he needed to get more ice.
Closing the panel, he found the row where he stored his vegetables and dumped his load in the back end. New vegetables always got stored at the back as the common wisdom was first in, first out to avoid food rotting inside his storage. While he would be using some of the vegetables of his new harvest, he was mixing them in with the ones from the last harvest.
Gathering what he needed, he climbed back up and closed the door behind him and he made sure to close it as tightly as he could. Satisfied, he went on to check his water barrels, peering down his last one and saw that it was already half empty. He needed to get some fresh ice to make more later. He wasn't going to drink water with saw dust if he could help it. He reached up to fill a small gourd before heading back out.
Coming back out, he found Beel tending the fire while his gretchin was sulking in a corner, looking at the first longingly but not bothering to stand up. "Come on you slowpoke! I'm starving here. Don't keep me waiting!" She shouted as she waved at him.
He snorted as he walked up to the little thing first and dropped the water gourd he filled on his lap, "Drink up," He rumbled out as he walked towards his companion. He ignored the bewildered stare he got from it as he plopped down beside the woman and placed down his chopping board.
He sliced and diced through the vegetables and into the wok they went. He stirred the dish with his wooden spoon while he had Beel preparing the pot for his soup. It took some time but the results were worth it. Before them was a plate full of steaming hot vegetables cooked in the finest of truffle oils, the only oil he had, as well as a large bubbling pot of mushroom soup that they had just pulled out of the fire.
With three bowls in front of him, two "normal sized" and one tiny one he usually reserved for his dipping sauce, he started filling them up. He scooped up a generous helping for each bowl before placing a large serving of bread for them to eat with. He divided up the stir fry into three portions before placing them onto their respective plates.
He handed Beel her bowl, with her scarfing down its contents without much prompting, before he handed over the gretchin's portion. It stared down at the food before staring back at him. He sighed as found some sticks and promptly fashioned some chopsticks for the creature to use. "Here," he said as he handed the makeshift implement to it. It looked at the two sticks before spearing the vegetable with the jagged end and started eating with gusto. He had worked him like a slave, now he was rewarding it for their good work.
"Huh, awfully generous of you. I thought your kind ate the small ones for fun?" Beel asked as she chewed on some edible spoons he baked for her. Making a hard tack like bread in the shape of a spoon was easier than he had expected as he only needed a mold for it. Now, he didn't have to worry about her melting through his utensils. There was still the matter of bowls having to deal with her acidic spit but it was far less destructive than the direct contact involved in utensils.
"That's the others when they're hungry, but I'm not like the others." He replied as he gave himself some flattering praise. He tipped his head backwards as he downed the hot soup into his awaiting maw before he sighed out in pleasure as he emptied his bowl. Tearing off some pieces of bread, he started wiping the leftover soup, "They resort to using their fists first most of the time rather than their heads. Gretchins work better if they're expect to be fed afterwards. It's not their fault that they don't realize this."
"The first time an ork wakes up, the first thing they'll experience is violence. To be able to feed, they have to fight for their first taste of food. Starving? Too bad, you have to take it and once you're strong enough to do so, solving everything with violence becomes almost all too easy. You'll default because what would doing something empathetic give you? I'm not saying orks are incapable of seeing the wisdom of the carrot but it takes a special ork to think further than the length of their arms and weapons; and it doesn't help that you literally become stronger from a fight so yeah." He mused out as he chewed on the stir-fry he cooked. He really wished he had soy sauce, or anything salty for that matter, but he had to make due with what he had. He then noticed Beel staring at her with a surprised look on her face.
Shaking his head, he waved off her concerns as he added "I apologize for my rambling. It's just an observation I had from living with my kind. Hey, we have some downtime between fights. It's not all fighting." Contrary to popular belief, orks did have down time but that was mostly sleep, eating and preparing for the next fight mostly; his was spent thinking.
"You are by far the smartest ork I've ever encountered." She commented as she started eating her stir fry.
He snorted at that as he set his plate down. He had finished his meal and now and now, he'd enjoy the leftover milk he still had after cooking. He still had half a bottle and he wanted something sweet, "Not that much of a bar considering my brethren's mental aptitude," he then said before downing his drink.
"Awww don't be like that! Take it as a compliment,~" Beel replied as he poked his side. He merely chuckled at that. For a daemon, Beel was really nice and to be honest he appreciated that. Lowering his guard around her was suicide, yes, but atleast he had some piece of mind knowing if Beel wanted to turn on him, she wouldn't be a sneaky git about it.
Their meal continued in relative silence after that with the Gretchin being the last one still left eating. He poked at the fire pit as he stared at the creature, "You know, I really need to name this git," he remarked. It was tiring to call it this creature or that thing. It needed a good proper name.
The gretchin perked up from its meal just as it was swallowed a leafy cap. It looked at them unsurely before they slowly pulled their bowl away from them and guarded it with their body. He chuckled at the gretchin's futile efforts. He was glad that he didn't decide to end this thing's existence.
"Ohhh! Name him Mortimer!" Beel suggested as the gretchin looked back and forth between them.
"Why would I waste a perfectly good name on a gretchin? I'm generous when it comes to these gits, but I'm not that generous," he argued. Yes, Gretchins were intelligent but they were more like monkeys, really smart monkeys with the same morals to boot which was effectively nill. Besides, he had a better name in mind.
"Then what do you have in mind?" Beel then asked as she pouted at him.
Pulling away the stick he was using to prod the fire pit, he blew on it before poking the gretchins forehead with it. It looked up at the stick pressing up against its forehead with incomprehension, "This git came from the dirt and he'll work the dirt from this day onwards. Eventually, he'll come back to the earth and that'll be the end of him. Since you're from the dirt and of the dirt, I shall name you Dirt." He proclaimed. Dirt would be their name and it shall be what he'd call them every single time. He was merely dirt to him after all, nothing more nothing less.
"That's kinda mean," She huffed out, criticizing him for his naming convention. Clearly, however, she didn't know how things worked among Orks. He grinned at her before gesturing at the wide eyed Dirt as they slowly placed their plate down.
"Bozz named me Dirt? Bozz named me!" Dirt exclaimed as it leapt off its seat and danced around in happiness. He wasn't just merely named by any other ork, he was named by the biggest and baddest ork there was in the vicinity. Beel gave Dirt a look of bafflement as she tried to process what she was seeing.
"Big bozz fed me and named me! Big bozz is bestest bozz there iz!" Dirt further proclaimed, as it hopped around with a big grin on its face.
He turned towards the confused daemon and asked, "You were saying?"
"Oh you know what I meant. Names are sacred, you know," she grumbled out as she huffed her cheeks, clearly upset about it. He could empathize with her on that but she wasn't really seeing things how he saw it just yet. Maybe with time, she'd come to realize why.
"Awfully kind for a demon," He pointed out.
She merely smiled back as she lectured him "Not every daemon is an ass, but this daemon certainly has one.~" He groaned out as she laughed at his expense, of course he had to get the horny little minx of a daemon.
"God damn it woman…" He muttered out. Just when he was getting used to her, she threw these little curveballs at him. Would he ever get used to her as his housemate?
With harvest done faster than he had anticipated, he was left with a lot of free time. He decided to be productive as he took Beel and Dirt with him on an expedition out into the metallic waste land that was the hulks' surface. Twisted remains of countless ships littered the surface of the hulk making hills and valleys. In one of these gullies, he trekked through in search of a particular spot to harvest water from.
"Hey Magsnik… you used Milk in the mushroom soup last night right?" Beel piped up as she adjusted the pack on her back. All of them carried harnesses to carry blocks of ice with. He had to make Dirt a small one just before they went out. Every last bit was precious and he did not want to go underground to find more. Who knew what lurked beneath the surface? He had a feeling, though, that the hulk surrounded a protoplanet the size of Ceres by his guesstimate. How else could he explain the weird gravity?
"Yeah. What about it?" He asked as they got closer to their destination. There up ahead was a white column of glistening crystal spilling forth from the side of a ship.
"Do you milk squig's?" She then asked him to stop dead in his tracks. He turned around as she gave him this serious look which only made him burst out in laughter.
"Bwahahahah!" He bellowed out in full bellied laughter as the daemoness turned an amusing shade of red.
She stomped on the ground and pointed at him, "Oh come on, I'm not omniscient you know!" She squawked out as she fumed.
He shook his head as he assured her, "Nah, I just find it funny that it took you this long. At least I didn't have to save a squig from you trying to milk it." And wasn't that a story he wanted to tell? He couldn't fault them, however, as Squigs did come in hundreds of various forms. There were even hair squig's and boy was he glad he didn't have one on him when he decided to book it.
"But you have milk. It's as creamy as most milk, it looks like milk, and it doesn't have a nutty taste to it. Where do you get milk?" She questioned as she got over her embarrassment.
"Oh that? I got it from a mushroom tree's fruit. It's kinda like coconut with a hard outer shell to protect its juicy interior. You just have to pasteurize it to avoid its spores from taking hold and bursting out of your stomach," he explained. He would have been in agony if he didn't prepare his milk properly. Freezing also helped but not as much as heating it up.
"Of course it does. I'm surprised your garden hasn't tried killing you yet." She mentioned jokingly.
"You did remember me warning you about the cabbage-heads right?" He reminded her. Unfortunately for her, an orkish ecosystem would remain hostile even if they took the garden variety version.
"You…you weren't joking were you?" She asked as she stumbled on a piece of rock jutting out of the ground.
"Not one bit." He nodded sagely. One must never be too careful when it came to the farm of an ork. Just because it was edible didn't mean you could just eat it. Only a few orkish fruits were edible right away and they were rare due to how they were out-competed by their more virulent cousins.
It didn't take long for them to reach the foot of the glacier. It was a large pillar of ice jutting up several hundred feet into the air. He didn't know how old the vessel was, but it was damn old because he could see that it sported letters he could recognize; this was not the blocky imperial text that was spreading around but good old fashioned english. He could even make out the name from down there thanks to his sharper sense.
He gestured at the ship named Ever Given and the frozen pillar of ice it made before saying, "And here we are! The Northern Glaciers. This is where I get my water." He waddled up to the bottom of the pillar and found himself face to face with the opaque ice. The foot of the pillar was wide enough that he didn't worry about causing a collapse just yet and thick enough that it towered over him. This ship must have been a dedicated water carrier from the Dark Age of Technology. Why was it carrying this much water? He did not know. Maybe it was water from Fiji?
"That's kinda boring, it doesn't give this glacier character. I mean look at it, it's a glacier formed from water spilling from an ancient cargo container! It's almost as if this is a scene from a mythical story!" She criticized, clearly unimpressed with the name that he had given to the glacier. She did have a point, however, his name was pretty boring. In his defense, he didn't expect people to actually find him so there wasn't a point.
"Come to think of it, yeah, it kinda does suck. I think I'll call this Ymir's Glacier then," He relented before suggesting a better name.
"Ohh Fenrisian. I love their theme park. It's a shame they had to close down." She sighed out making him turn towards her just as he was about to hack away a large chunk to carry away. He might have to ask about that later. She was a daemon after all, she probably saw a lot of stuff happen.
"Something like that," He shrugged out as he went to work. Carving a block of ice so he could carry it was a necessity if he wanted to have more drinking water. If he made an unbalanced ice block, he'd be constantly tipping over. He carved a chunk larger than he was before making smaller ones for Beel and Dirt.
With their cargo strapped to their backs, they made their trek back. The walk back home was uneventful compared to the trip there. There was no sight worth pointing out nor any interesting talking point worth remembering, especially with the heavy weight on his back. He was far too busy helping Dirt along to start an intelligent conversation.
"Remind me to never bring you along again!" he groaned out as he slammed the block of ice he carved inside a wide rimmed barrel. There was more than enough space for the other blocks as well. Covering was a problem but he didn't worry too much about it as it was far away from the Squigs or where he composted his refuse.
"Yes Bozz!" Dirt panted out as he dragged himself away so they could finally rest in the shed they called home.
He shook his head as he brought out his hammer so he could shatter the ice to make it melt faster. More surface area after all was the best way to make it melt faster. Before he could even think of raising his maul however, his house mate called for him.
"Hey Magsnik, it's Board Game night? You coming or what?" Beel shouted from inside his home. She really had made herself at home on his farm, hadn't she? Well, at least she was a worthwhile person to talk to. He didn't have to resort to making a Wilson after all. He walked away, leaving the ice inside the barrel.
If he had ignored her calls, Magsnik would have seen two pairs of glowing eyes open from within the ice. The chunk cracked as a delicate feminine hand made of metal reached out and started clawing around to try and find some purchase to grab on to. It seemed that he had brought something more than ice and it wouldn't be until the next day till he knew what had come to his farm.
A/N:
A day in the life of a Warboss and his tenant who quickly got comfortable in her new home. Also, Dirt! Ain't he adorable? Every Warboss needs a Gretchin and the first one gets the honor of living. As for the last bit... heh, I have a faceclaim lined up. You'll like her.
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123Creative Works Creative Writing A Warboss's Retirement Plan [Warhammer 30k Ork SI] Thread starterSirBearington Start dateDec 21, 2022 Tags warhammer 40k self insert orks warhammer 30kFirst Prev3 of 9Next LastJump to newIgnoreWatchThread toolsThreadmarksSidestoryInformationalReader modeSuave_Kim_Jong_UnJan 7, 2023Add bookmark#51I stg. If this turns into a pseudo harem I'm going to cry tears of sadnessLike Award Quote Reply10zacker1590Jan 10, 2023Add bookmark#52You know if a Men of Iron became a roommate to the warboss it's going to be chaos here and he'll throw in a Eldar and/or a Necron then it's a chaotic life for the retired Warboss.Like Award Quote Reply4WWizardMastaJan 10, 2023Add bookmark#53Makes sense I think, in the grimdark galaxy that is Warhammer, no one is allowed nice things. Not even quiet retirements, I mean just look at Commisar Yarrick. Dude was set to retire and is still fighting.Like Award Quote Reply2Bones_MaloneGhost of the Operator,🦁 > 🦊, Metal Sonic FanHeJan 11, 2023Add bookmark#54WizardMasta said:Makes sense I think, in the grimdark galaxy that is Warhammer, no one is allowed nice things. Not even quiet retirements, I mean just look at Commisar Yarrick. Dude was set to retire and is still fighting.Isn't Ghazghkull pissed off at Angron cause Angron murked Yarrick?
So far we have a Not-so-orky-Ork, a daemonette, and a Woman of Iton, all we need now as a Tyranid, both types of Eldar, a Necron, and a Sister of Battle.Like Award Quote Reply2Exist ErrorJan 11, 2023Add bookmark#55I posted this comment in this fic but in another forum, I going post it here because, well, why not? it might somehow start a good discussion:
Considering how is 30K, now I expecting that when Angron abandon his legion He crashes with the MC.
Context: At some point before the Horus Heresy, Angron got so fed up with everything that He steals a ship and leaves his legion, and I think it took 3 years, until Kharn found him in a backwater world, living like a savage, hoping someone would show up and kill him, Kharn show up and gave him a big speech about how the Primarch's gladiators friends would be ashamed of what He had turned, to convince him to go back to the legion.Last edited: Jan 11, 2023Like Award Quote Reply14SirBearingtonJan 11, 2023Add bookmark#56
Chapter 2 is up now in Patreon, Ko-Fi page, and SubscribeStar so if you're interested in reading it in advance, you know where to look. Hope you guys like this and I might have fucked up a bit last chapter. I was supposed to write two beings trapped inside the eyes... not one being with four eyes. Sorry for making you think its Necrons. It's far too early for them to appear though. Anyways, here's a little teaser I want to share just to entice you all, just... around 400 words of it. Enjoy and see you next week!
Spoiler: Ch 3: A Place of New BeginningsLike Award Quote Reply11 Remove this ad spaceThreadmarks Chapter 3: A Place of New Beginnings New Threadmarks SirBearingtonJan 17, 2023Add bookmark#57A Place of New Beginnings
Magsnik's eyes slowly creaked open at the portal's rhythmic brightening, something he had noticed just recently, shined through the window. It was a slight increase in overall brightness, but it was enough that it went from seeing things like one's eyes had just adjusted to the dark to walking in moonlight. He suppressed a groan of frustration as he felt Beel's busty form laid atop him. The memories of last night hit him just as hard as his hangover did.
Fungus beer and Fungus wine did not care whether the person drinking was an ork, daemon, or god damn god, it would make a person drunk and give them a head splitting headache after the fact. Suffice to say, Beel's slightly smaller form did not hold up to the amount of alcoholic beverage he brought out to quench their thirsts during game night. He did not remember what happened after Beel taunted him into a drinking contest.
His body protested as his stomach rumbled, which kept him awake, but it was far too comfortable for him to leave the bed; especially with her arms around his chest. He cursed his weakness as he just laid there, waiting for her to wake up. The only consolation prize he had was that she didn't drool when she slept. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she stirred awake but what she said completely baffled him.
"Good Morning, Master! You had already slept for 8 hours by the time you woke up. It has already been 5 minutes so best to get up to start the day!" Said Beel? With a softer, chipper, and weirdly artificial tone from the foot of his bed before her voice switched again to a more refined tone, but this time it came slightly from a different direction. "Breakfast will be prepared shortly afterwards." Beel was going to cook? That did not sound good and when the hell did she make clones of herself?
"Beel, what the hell. It's too early in the morning." Magsnik complained as he reached up and covered his eyes to avoid the "morning's" light. He did not want to deal with the madness Beel had brewed up when the day was just about to begin.
"Magnsik… I'm not sure how I'm sure how I'm going to say this but those two aren't my clones," Whispered Beel, making him all but bolt out from the bed as he got up. He shielded Beel with his large forearms as he grabbed a nearby candlestick and brandished it threateningly at the intruder inside his personal room.
There, in front of them, stood two immaculately dressed gynoids wearing a stereotypical maid get up. Both looked almost identical if not for the slight differences in their looks, the one to the left sporting softer features to complement the short wavy hair she wore while the one to the right had sharper features to go well with her hair tied up in a ponytail. The two were, for all intents and purposes, maid robots. Based on their appearance anyway.
"Is something wrong Master? Mistress?" The one at the left asked as she looked at them with big doe eyes that brimmed with concern.
"Don't worry Master, Mistress, I have already prepared a hot bath for you to enjoy." The other droid said reassuringly with a self satisfied smile stretching across her face.
"Molly!" The one to the left yelled out indignantly before she turned to her companion, "That's supposed to be my job," She mumbled out as she crossed her across her chest and glared at the now identified Molly.
"Well Emmy, I'm sure our Master here would appreciate the initiative," Molly countered as she smirked at Emmy who could only fume importantly at the other droid.
There in his bed, with Magsnik clutching his blanket protectively against himself and Beel, did they watch the two droids as they argued against one another. Magsnik's eyes twitched as Beel leaned against him while the two argued about which chore was supposed to be their responsibility among other things.
"But you had me feed the backyard animals! Having to do it while that weird creature latched on to my leg made it harder." She retorted before gesturing down to her legs. Magsnik and Beel stared down and watched as the bleeding form of Dirt latched onto the girl's leg, gnawing and chomping down on the extremely tough and resistant skin the two possessed. They looked soft and squishy but the gretchin's teeth did not leave a mark.
"It's not my fault that you slowed down." Molly replied as she looked away.
"You know darn well that that was the hardest job," Emmy accused her, pointing at her as she stomped her other foot in anger.
Molly sneered back at the other girl as she turned around and answered back, "You took it anyways!" This excuse, however, only got Emmy mad as she let out a groan of frustration.
"Because somebody had to do it!" Emmy fired back. Before things came to blows, and after he had finally processed everything, Magsnik decided to intervene. He cleared his throat which quickly stopped the two dead in their tracks as they snapped into attention. With their hands behind their backs, they faced Magnsik who stared at them with tired eyes.
"I'm sorry to bother you two in your argument but," He apologized before he took in a chest full of air and shouted what any reasonable man, woman, and even ork if they were to make up in a situation like this would, "Who the hell are you two and are you two fucking nuts?!" he roared out half hysterically as he pointed at them, "Like who the hell goes inside a house and decides that they're going to do the owners chores without asking them or even introducing themselves?! Like, who does that?!" He questioned out in confusion and righteous anger. He might be blowing up on the two but he damn well knew they invaded his home. No excuse of them being mere machines would convince him as well.
"We… did not introduce ourselves yesterday?" The girl slowly asked as she looked back at them with confusion, "We came in after you two started drinking. We even cleaned up the place after the party." She tried reminding them with hope in her eyes, begging them to recall the night before. Even Molly was concerned as she glanced at Emmy in worry.
"Wait, you two did? How the hell did we… ohhhh," He asked before he remembered more of last night. Magsnik had to blink a few times before the memories came rushing back in which only made him regret the night before even more so. They'd introduced themselves and asked if he was in need of helpers.
"Did we just accept two maid robots while we were black out drunk?" Beel asked as she looked at him. Magsnik could only nod back as he covered his face and dragged both hands down. Yes, he had technically hired them even if he was inebriated. Both droids.
"It seems so, master, mistress, but it doesn't matter! What's important is that you remembered." Molly replied with a chipper tone before she clapped to get their attention. Both of them winced at the sound but the girl merely smiled as she asked them, "So, who's ready for breakfast?"
He took in a deep breath before sighing out and scratching the back of his head. He had landed himself in quite the situation but it wasn't all bad, he supposed. "... you know what, I shouldn't have looked at the mouth of the gift horse." He mumbled out before he looked back at the two, "I would like to apologize for the outburst and if you may." He asked, hoping that he didn't hurt them or anything. He had woken up wrong and he had been intoxicated yesterday.
Both girls beamed as they nodded before responding "Gladly!" At least they were happy now. These girls should be more reasonable, right?
Turns out, they were far more reasonable than Beel. He sat there in the kitchen with Beel as they stared down at the steaming hot bowl of noodles before them. Paired with some freshly baked bread, it might have looked simple but the smell was heavenly. He took in a deep breath, savoring the savory scent of the meat stock while the noodles swam beneath its steaming surface, "Noodles… I never had time to make noodles," he whispered out as he reached out to grab the chopsticks he'd made but never got to use.
"I'm glad you like it, Master Magsnik. Maid-Droids such as ourselves come pre-programmed with the dishes and cooking of a thousand and one worlds. From the mountains of Dieprian to the river valleys of Shenlong, we have you covered. Making noodles is a trivial matter even if the flour we use is not made from the grains of the Terran variety," Molly proudly claimed as she scooped another serving for a rather ravenous Beel.
Not even Dirt was immune to their charms as the Gretchin ate his noodles down on the floor. Magsnik refused to look down and observe the creature as they grabbed the noodles with their bare hands and shoved it inside their mouth.
"I honestly didn't know that the orkoid ecosystem hosted such a variety of edible, albeit deadly, produce." Emmy commented as she picked up one of my vegetables and inspected it.
"I can't blame you there. You have to specifically find a mature enough Fungal Forest to find these and most get destroyed due to war." He acknowledged with a nod as he looked down at his own bowl with eager anticipation. The cutlets of meat were cooked to perfection and it even sported fish cakes with swirls on them.
"My apologies, but aren't Masters species warlike?" She asked before she recounted her experiences with his race so far, "All I've ever heard about your species is from the noosphere as well from the training program both of us underwent through which… require us to shoot orks on sight. I'm really sorry master! We didn't know that ork's could be reasonable and civilized, much less become our master," The girl was quick to apologize for the perceived slight and Magnsik couldn't help but sigh out as he reached out and gave the girl a pat on the head. The way the girl tensed up before her shoulders fell down was a good sign though he had to deal with the glares now being sent her way by her companion.
"There's nothing to apologize for Emmy because Orks, by our very nature, crave war and most of us are drooling idiots," He admitted as he stared back at his reflection before looking over to the gretchin too busy licking their bowl clean. He silently thanked his past self for their wisdom in spending time carving out crude, yet proper bowls for the wretch. "Also, yes, shoot them. If you ever see another ork in the tree line. Shoot them. If any other ork so much as show their face in the farm, just shoot them." He repeated, stressing out the need for violence when dealing with his kind.
"B-but," they both stuttered out in indecision, but he was there to stamp out the logical fault his very existence must have brought up inside them.
"Emmy, I'm not one to ask much from someone but please, please just shoot them on sight. I am an exception, not the example of more civilized orks." He begged her which shook the girl out of her funk as she nodded in understanding.
"Understood, master." Molly nodded, needing no further explanation from him.
"Good. Thank you Molly," he thanked the girl, at which Emmy glared at her with what he could only assume was jealousy? He really wasn't sure and he looked over to Beel for help but she was far too busy with her third serving.
"Oh my gods! You should-" Beel gushed out before she slurped up the noodles from her, chewing them and moaning out with each bite into her squig cutlets, "Really try this out! Thank you for the meal!" She added out to further emphasize her point.
"I'm glad you like it, mistress," Molly beamed at the praise before she turned towards him in anticipation. He was the only one that was yet to eat and the girl looked eager to have him taste their cooking. His mouth was already watering at this point and he didn't waste anymore time as he dug in.
One bite turned into another as he quickly joined Beel in pigging out. He slurped up the noodles with gusto as he tasted the salty and savory sauce mixing in with the noodles. He gobbled everything up and he made sure to drain the bowl before he even thought of placing it down. He looked down at the empty bowl and found himself wanting as he held out the bowl in front of the smug maidbot as she gave him another serving.
Despite how delicious it was, he took a more sedate pace with eating the second serving as he praised the girl, "I have to admit, having a trained cook make the meal for you makes quite the difference," He could cook, yes, but this was leagues above it and they had access to the one ingredient he had been missing all this time, Salt. "Where did you even get the salt for this?" He asked, wondering how they managed to acquire such a precious ingredient. He had to rely on smoking and drying to cure his meat and even then he wasn't confident it'd last for more than a few weeks.
"Oh, we Maidbots come equipped with an STC wholly dedicated to cooking which contains the necessary instructions to manufacture some common ingredients as well as utensils and tools." Emmy explained. Truly, Dark Age Humanity's technology is a marvel to behold and this only made his decision all the easier to make. Standing up, he then got down on his knees which made the bot turn red especially after he grabbed hold of her hands.
"M-master! This is improper. You can't-" The girl sputtered out but he wasn't having any of it as he pressed his finger against her lips. This had the girl turning red as she stared at him, clearly flustered by his gesture. Molly blustered and bristled so he made sure to say it as bluntly as he could to avoid any misunderstanding.
"Emmy, Molly, I'm not really good at this but please, be my maids. I might have asked you this yesterday but I'll ask you once more now that I'm sober. I can't go back to eating food without proper seasoning!" He begged them, pleading to them on his knees. He was pretty damn sure they used MSG here as well and as good as his produce was, his cooking was lacking. He relied too much on butter, truffle, onions and spiciness to make up for the lack of salt.
"O-oh. We're more than happy too." Emmy blinked out as she sagged but she sported a bright smile on her lips. Molly herself looked happy so that solved that and he sighed out in relief.
"Awww, so sweet. And here I thought you weren't a sentimental man, Magsnik," Beel crooned out before he slurped up her noodles. Not even that could hide the smug, teasing smirk she sported as she snickered out at his expense.
"Shut it you," He fired back half heartedly as he got up. He had to get down on his knees as the girls were human sized which meant they were half the size of Beel. He really didn't appreciate just how tall the daemon was until the two bots reminded him how small humans were.
"Be careful Magsnik,~ you don't know just how much trouble you'll land yourself in if you keep sending mixed signals," She teased him as she finished her final bowl and he rolled his eyes at that. Setting her bowl aside, she stretched as she then said, "That was an amazing meal. I'm glad you're hiring them, Magsnik, but I have to go now. The rift above isn't going to observe itself and I do have to ward off the Tzeentchian daemons that are getting a bit nosy."
He waved her off, letting her do her thing. She did help with passing the time and the produce had been stored. The small grain silo he had was full and the pantry was stocked. These were the few days where he could just relax and do his daily chores.
Turning to his two new maids, he then said, "Now, on the matter of your payment." He might be just a farmer but that doesn't mean he couldn't pay. He was by no means a cheapskate and he would not deprive his workers of their payment.
"Payment?" The two replied as they tilted their heads towards him.
It turns out that Maid bots did not take any form of payment. Service itself was enough for them and thus, he had two extra pairs of helping hands dealing with his daily chores. Still, he had insisted, and now they had a shared room next to the masters bedroom. He had a lot of room upstairs and he wasn't aching for space. He had to fight tooth and nail for them not to take up residence in his closet. He already had enough room invaders as it is.
Now that he was fed and his head was no longer pounding, he could start his day but that was how he ran into his current problem, "All done!" Emmy proudly replied as she held up a sack of grains while Molly was stacking them atop a wooden pallet the two made to make it easier for both of them to carry it away. Turns out, Maid droids could get a lot of things done over night if they worked non stop.
"I should go wash my clothes then," Magsnik nodded as he turned back home only for Molly to call out to him.
"No need to worry about that master," The girl said as she stacked the last of the grain. Dusting herself, she then gestured to the clothesline they made in his backyard. The clothes fluttered in the cold wind blowing down from the crater rim above, "They're now drying at the back. We even made some replacement soap for you! The lye soap you've been making was a bit harsh so we had to forage for some products to help us synthesize the chemicals we needed. Orkoid ecosystems are truly versatile, we found almost everything in one fungi!" She added with a large smile.
Magsnik couldn't help but blick before nodding appreciatively at that. Truly, Molly had quite the foresight, "Huh… neat. How about the squigs?" He then questioned as he wondered if he had any chores he could do now.
"They're happy and fed. Dirt helped me! He's cute now that he's no longer trying to chew my legs off," Emmy piped up. He peered towards the cages and found that the squigs were happily napping away with their bellies filled with food and Dirt having to deal with the refuse as the gretchin used a shovel to gather the dung for fertilizer.
"I think we need firewood…" He replied cautiously, wondering if they had already done that as well. The night after all can get quite cold and there was the ever constant need for fuel to keep the pot heated.
"We already made some when we were making soap," Molly pointed out as she walked over to stand beside Emmy. The two looked as immaculate as they were a few hours ago. Not a single speck remained on their uniform and even the smudges on their aprons were cleaned away by what looked like silvery fuzz.
"... You two did all the chores, didn't you?" he asked as he gave up on thinking up on chores he could do.
"Naturally, Master Magsnik," Both girls piped up happily and with a hint of pride tinging their voices. The two really did enjoy working, didn't they? If these are the maids that humanity once had serving them, no wonder they lost hard once their robotic creations rebelled.
"I have… actual free time now?" He uttered out because for once, he didn't have to do anything in the morning. He was actually free for the whole day to pursue whatever he wished.
"That you do master. Let us handle everything,~" Emmy reassured him and he wasn't one to say no to that. After all, what would a retirement be if he couldn't relax from time to time? He'd definitely earned this rest. Having these two girls around was a game changer. He'd be sure to always keep them happy.
"I'll leave you two girls. Don't work yourself too hard alright?" He requested them. Machines they may be, they were sapient in all measures if his eyes didn't deceive him and if they were sapient, they had the spark of a soul.
The girl waved him off as he returned to go back to his house to grab a notebook as well as a pencil case full of charcoal fashioned into long narrow sticks. If he was free today, he was going to do something he was looking forward to but never had time to do. Grabbing a stool, he walked over to the edge of his farm and plopped himself in front of a large tree. There were countless varieties of trees in his crater and this one just so happened to be the most common. It was a simple mushroom with a very tall and narrow cap that tapered to a rounded point. It was tall, grew as straight as a pine tree and actually had the same shape, but the cap was just one solid piece instead of the layered branches that a pine had.
With his model in view, he started to sketch. It was crude and certainly no work of art, but it was enough to be vaguely recognizable. He quickly jotted down the notes he had on the tree including how fast it grew, how good the wood of the tree was, its characteristics and everything in between. He let out a happy sigh as time felt like it flew away while he sat there in front of the tree. This was the life.
"What are you doing, master?" Emmy suddenly asked behind him before she peered from his side. He raised an eyebrow at her but he didn't shoo her away as he showed off his work.
"Just drawing. I kinda decided to catalog every mushroom in an orkoid ecosystem for the hell of it." he answered casually.
"I could help you with it?" Emmy offered. He sighed out but he kept his smile as he knew that the girl was just trying to be helpful. It was probably her nature.
"Oh, no need to worry about it, Emmy. I'm only doing this to burn some time. I also need practice drawing." He respectfully declined. The hurt in those big innocent eyes of her hurt him. It wasn't fair that she had weapons grade cuteness by her side.
"Emmy, stop bothering Master," Molly called out as she walked up to them with a broom in hand.
"I'm just trying to help him, Molly," Emmy countered with a pout in her lips but that only got her a flat look from the companion.
"Clearly, your help is unwanted," Molly pointed out before she sauntered up to him in quite the suggestive way before hopping up to his lap. "How about I'll help you master?~ I'm programmed for more than just droid work," She asked suggestively as she gave him a wink. He started counting down from ten as a second Beel had appeared in his farm.
"You hussy!" Molly hissed out as she glared daggers at the girl who was leaning against his chest. The way her hands glided against his shirt was not doing his sanity any favor. He refused to acknowledge them now as he returned to his work.
"Speaks the girl with an addiction,~" The girl on his lap teased his companion who turned an interesting shade of red from the accusation.
"It's only stress relief!" Emmy sputtered out as she turned away and covered her chest. "And why do you insist on watching!?" She then shouted.
"Honey, there's a difference between stress relief and whatever you're doing behind closed doors," Molly laughed out as she hopped off his lap. He let out a sigh of relief as the tease finally got off but his problem was only just beginning.
"I really could have gone without knowing those details," He groaned out in frustration and partly in pain as he tried his best to scrub his mind of anything lewd.
"Now look at what you did, you've made the master upset!" Emmy snapped to which Molly sputtered in indignation.
"Me?! We'll look at who's talking. Besides, Shouldn't you be preparing the preserved meats like the mistress asked you too?" She squawked out, flustered before she reminded her companion of the task she had yet to do.
"W-well, you should go back to doing… whatever you are doing right now!" Emmy lamely countered.
"Whatever, at least I'm not the one fucking up,~" Molly flicked her hair as he gazed back at the other girl with a smug grin on her face.
Molly marched up to the girl and jabbed her finger at her chest before accusing her, "You're one to talk when it was your fault we got trapped under the iceberg for literal millennia!"
"That's ancient history dear. I'm sure the master would rather have me around since obviously I'm the one that's more capable between the two of us," She waved it off but she refused to look either of them in the eyes.
What the hell was going on here? Magsnik questioned inside the privacy of his mind as he slowly set his book aside. He slowly sat up but that went unnoticed as the two's argument started to heat up. Things were getting hairy fast.
"Oh yeah? At least I'm the one that the master asked to serve him, not you, me. He asked me and just probably added you out of sympathy!" Emmy smugly replied as she grinned out even if her face was red from her declaration.
"You're the one that'll be tossed out first and not me!" Molly then snapped out making Emmy step back as the other girl was fuming with tears welling in the girls eyes.
"Says the girl that got thrown in the brig first!" Emmy snapped back and this was the straw that broke the camel's back as Molly let out an inarticulate shout of rage as the two bots glared at each other.
"You! You bitch!" Molly snarled out before she launched herself at Emmy without any warning. The two started pulling at each other's dress as they tumbled across the field. Magnsik immediately rushed for them, grabbing them by the collar and pulled them apart with great effort. Even when he was man handling them like common pups, they were still trying to get at each other's throat.
Magnsik snarled out as he promptly roared at them, "Enough! Both of you, stand down!" He glared at the two as they withered under his gaze, "Now, I'm going to put you two down and I expect you to be reasonable or I'll be unreasonable, got it?" He asked through gritted teeth and the two nodded meekly. Slowly he set them down and they stood there in attention, awaiting his words.
Magsnik let out a huff as he reached up the back of his head, "Before you two say anything else, why the hell are you two arguing about who'll be kicked out of the farm of all things?" He asked out incredulously, "I could understand if you have a history between you two, but your argument has to be the stupidest thing I've heard in a while and I've lived with Orks the majority of my life!" He shouted as he threw his hands up in frustration. He paced in front of them as he waited for them to give an answer. Emmy looked ashamed while Molly was still gathering her wits as she wiped her cheeks.
Patiently he waited, counting down from a hundred to help him calm his nerves before finally one of them answered, "There's only so many things to do in the farm," Emmy whispered as she grabbed hold of her wrist while she fidgeted in place.
"And we're afraid that once we lose our use, you'll toss us out." Molly sniffed out and rubbed the tears off her cheeks.
Magsnik pursed his lips as he took in a deep breath before sighing out as he ran his hands across his bald head. All this ruckus just for that?
"Do you think the farm will remain static?" He asked and the two shook their heads, "The farm is small for now but it won't be in the future. I'm planning on expanding it, maybe even encompassing the entire valley floor given the chance. I'll need every bit of help on the way." He reasoned out as his shoulders sagged. He wasn't used to dealing with drama like this.
The two stared down towards the ground as they stood there. Magnsik just allowed them to process everything, letting them handle it at their own pace. They stood there for a few minutes before they looked up at each other.
"Molly… should we tell him?" Emmy asked.
"He didn't really ask us about what we did before this," Molly mumbled.
"And I'll never ask you about what you did in the past because I don't care," Magsnik grumbled out. Gently grabbing the two by the shoulder, he pointed at the field, "You see the field before you? It's barren and devoid of crops ain't it?" he then asked as he swept his hand across the field, showing off just how bare it was. Freshly harvested of crops, not a single mushroom sprouted in the field.
"Yes?" The two replied as they looked at her with uncertainty in their eyes.
"That's just how much fucks I give about what you did before you came to my farm," He nodded.
"Not even if we participated in-" Emmy wondered out before he hushed her with fingers against her lip.
"Not even that I would like to hear. I do not care what you did, I care what you do after the fact," He replied, who was he to judge a person's past when he himself had quite the checkered history. People can make mistakes and an unrepentant asshole would still be an asshole. They might be Women of Iron but they weren't bad people now. They could have easily killed him in his sleep but they choose to just clean his house and do his chores. Even Beel was black out drunk so the deed could have been done without much fuss.
The two looked unsure but they weren't at each other's throat at least, "I'm sorry Molly… I shouldn't have said those words," Emmy then apologized and he looked up at the rift in relief.
"I'm sorry Emmy. I shouldn't have been mean to you," Molly apologized as well.
The two jumped in surprise as he patted them both on the head before they sighed out. He didn't know why the two liked head pats, but he wasn't going to deprive them of a treat when they'd learned something important today, "Now, with that settled. Who here wants to help me clear up the wood around my farm? I'm looking to expand and you two need some work to help clear your mind of this nonsense," He asked with a grin on his face. The forest had become a bit overgrown and with Dirt coming into being, he expected more Gretchins and Snotlings to arrive. Even Boyz wouldn't be out of the question now.
"That sounds wonderful, master," Molly replied as she beamed at him with a smile that rivaled that of Emmy's. He snorted out laughing as he straightened up and gestured for them to follow. He had enough sketching for today. Besides, he could do that after his farm was secured.
And so, that was how his day started off, with two maid bots suddenly barging into his life just like how Beel did when she crashed into his. He had a feeling that they wouldn't be the last companions he'd gain over the course of his retirement. Who knows? Maybe he'll have people from every race living under his roof, or at least living within earshot of his farm, but who was he to know? It was simply too ridiculous of an idea anyways, not like it'd happen.
A/N:
Magsnik not only gains one helping hand but two in the form of two lovely Women of Iron Maids. These two were a blast to write especially with how they tease and compliment each other. Oh sure, they're kinda don't like each other but they do mean well and just want a good master to serve under and Magsnik is not one to turn people away considering who he had accepted into his home. As for how they look like, here's a pic. Aren't they adorable? Now with these two around, Magnsik now has more free time than he could have ever hope for and could do other stuff aside from working on the farm. He could go out and explore even.
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