Errant Rook's Story

Inside the once pristine city of Abgrundstadt, underneath the surface a group of armed individuals ran across the underground subway. Behind them lay a patrol of soldiers, ambushed and eliminated with lethal effectivness. The smell of Sulfur filled the air, the hiss of something being lit. And right under a food storage building. "Yarharhar! Corporal, status report." A man spoke. He appeared old, a white bushy beard adorned his face, however the scars held a story behind them...he was far from just a simple old man. He wore a greatcoat from the old war, plate studdeded sections of the armor and a sword was adorned to his hip.

"Aye general! Explosive are planted, estimated time 'uv enemy soldiers arriving once 'dis goes off...five minutes. Ready to go when the fireworks start." A man replied, wearing a greatcoat as well. "Excellent! 'Dis be our objective. First we get some food, then we get some water. Anything else is fair game. Booze, extra gunpowder, silks...grab all you can carry..." The old man spoke, a big grin plastered on his face as he silently counted the seconds.

In a moment, an explosion shook the city, in that moment the whole city went on alert. A message sent right to the KAP headquarters as soldiers scrambled to the site of the explosion and other vital areas. The mission went as planned for these terrorists, the food store came crashing through from the ceiling, tall enough to be able to get to climb it to the surface. These men wore the unmistakable outfit of the cultists, large greatcoats...'The Devils Pirates' had struck again.

On the surface there were five men, no ordinary soldiers. Their body hidden by their clothing held the scars of battles long faught, as a pair of soldiers rounded the corner, they were met with a well disciplined firing line. Armed with rifles they rushed forward gunning the men down with ease before kicking down a door to a liquor store and shoving bottles in their coats and two bags they brought along.

In another section of the city, more explosions rocked the city. Handheld bombs were tossed at soldiers behind cover reducing them to bloody pieces or tearing bloody chunks off their body before being put down by the band of cultists which ran by. They bust into a gunpowder storage and began rolling barrels as their allies covered them.

For one pair in particular, they snuck into a clothing shop and began to fill bags full of silk and cloth before leaving the area. The soldiers did not defend this shop, for their attention was focused on primary locations. The armoury, the gunpowder storage, the other food storage buildings. Back underground, the bulk of the invading force began to haul of crates of food and barrels of water which would last months. Many of these men did not seem as experienced as the men who assaulted the city from above. "Just as planned lads...Yarharharhar! That'll teach 'dem damned KAP Dogs...We are The Devils Pirates 'Ye bastards! Hope 'ta do some business another day!" The man laughed as he placed a pipe in his mouth and began to smoke from it as he watched his men work efficiently.