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Mund, the towering warrior clad in chain-mail and bear skins stood on the front of the airship. He looked down at the north of Afukira pass under him. Snow began to fall and Mund felt more at home. A flash of orange and red passed through his memory as he saw the flames destroy his island. Mund held back tears as the ship stopped and began to hover over a small coastal town. Too high for the human eye to see. Mund felt like crying and letting out his emotions. "Damn you Guy." He cursed his brother instead. Mund felt a hand clasp his shoulder, he looked around to see a bull-beast-man. Rasbar was his first mate, his most loyal crew member. Mund couldn't help but smile seeing the face of the small boy he had rescued from slavery flash in Rasbar's face. He had been a slave on a farm and Mund had killed his "lord" and freed his people.

"It's time captain." Rasbar stated plainly.

Mund threw back his hide cloak and revealed the chain mail armor he wore, it glinted in the moon light. "Prepare to descend!" Mund called. He heard some whirring from below deck. He strapped himself to a side rail and smiled. This was his favorite part. A siren sounded for a few minutes, then it sounded quickly three times. Then it started. The ship's boosters shut off. The ship began a fast, break neck, descent to the ground thousands of feet below. The wind from beneath threatened to rip off Mund's face. Mund let out a sort of joyful, yet crazy sounding laugh. Death was so possible it made Mund feel more alive than ever. Mund let go of the rail and let his straps keep him on the ship as his feet lifted off the deck. His cloak beat like a furry set of wings behind him. The ship's thrusters began again and the ship came to a slow stop only about thirty feet above the ground.

Mund grabbed a cord and attached his harness, he then jumped over the side of the ship like many other of his crew, beast men, humans, few elves all followed his order though action. The cords slowed their descent, when they reached the ground many of the towns people ran in terror. "Raiders! Save yourselves!" A woman shouted running in horror.

Mund removed his harness and looked around. He re-adjusted his helmet which had been slightly jostled during the descent. "Too the armory." Mund yelled out. His men automatically responded and began running towards what looked like a barracks. Mund followed. Few of the villagers resited, those that did were quickly dispatched by Mund's raiders, the crew only received minor cuts, noting major. A few stitches when they went back aboard, and good as new.

The crew reached the barracks and found the door barred from the inside. Mund put a look of distaste on his face. "How much blood will need to be spilled on this night? Surrender and we'll be on our way with some of your goods. Resist and die." Mund declared to the huge steel supported, wooden door. No answer. "Have it your way." Mund waved his men towards the door and they waved lights to the airship. The airship quickly lowered a battling ram. The men manned it and stood by the doors waiting for Mund's signal. "Last chance." Mund issued.

No answer.

Mund waved to the men and they began smashing the doors with the battling ram. The others waited with their axes, swords, hammers, and shields at the ready. Mund did the same standing in the middle of the crew. "Be ready for anything." Mund said, waiting.