Tskar Aalamgeer
Taking a step forward, Aalamgeer slammed his fists onto the table in a fit of rage. He looked to the five men who stood before him, anger burning in his eyes. The paladins were no stranger to this type of behavior as the Tskar was a man of passion and could never seem to shut off such feelings.
"For too long we've sat on our hands while Gray has held us under his boot! We left his army for a reason, gentleman... and it's about time we make good on our word", the Tskar exclaimed to his round table of soldiers, "with the main military force distracted by the oncoming foreign invaders, we strike! Tonight, we make our first moves in the start of a glorious campaign". Aalamgeer cleared his throat as he read the reactions of his brothers with a scrutinizing gaze. "I read your reports on the area. I've come to a conclusion as to how we'll go about this accordingly. Tonight, we send out the third Bhaalkars to Kinbeck and the first Bhaalkars to Portswitch..."
Paladin Kaing
Kaing knew that it was a foolish mistake to make such bold moves so early. PEACEFOR operations hadn't even began yet, Gray's army was all over Noravea in full force. If they made themselves known so soon, they'd be taken out within the week. Yet, without so much as a shake of the head from the other four knights, Kaing was in the silent minority and couldn't do a damned thing about it. He left the Tskar's tent in disgust, genuinely fearful for the lives of the men under his command. Yet he would still do as he was told.
Camp Weskerhill was a hive of activity. Troops moved about, some hustling supplies or gear from one tent to another and others vigorously working out or practicing on the range. Large tents were set up across the grassy flatland, organized around the central tent which he had just left. Upon exit, he was greeted by an idol of the Goddess herself, crafted years ago and transported here as both a place to direct worship and a symbol of the Holy Kingdom. The camp was surrounded by barbed wire, fencing, and four hastily constructed watch towers at each corner. It wouldn't stand a chance if it were to come under full threat and at the moment, it was open to being spotted by anything in the air. Kaing would have to see to that within the next few days, hopefully able to petition the Tskar to send a Bhaalkar squad in search of camouflage material. Kaing offered the statue of Awliya a quick bow before moving onward to his destination, the Officers' tent. On his way, he spotted a group of Bhaalkars sat at a table with scrap electronics whilst the officer of the Second Bhaalkars taught them the ins and outs of making improvised explosives.
After entering the Officers' tent, the paladin immediatly spotted the man he was looking for, Officer Falki. He approached the man, putting a hand on his shoulder and gesturing for the two to head to take a seat. Kaing began to explain the details of the upcoming mission.
"Your squad goes to Kinbeck tonight under the cover of darkness, you'll all be given paladin equipment instead of that black market shit you're used to. The Tskar wants you to plant explosives on the train tracks and cut a hole in the crossroads. This isn't a mission to destroy infrastructure, though. After you plant the explosives, find a spot far enough that you won't be noticed... but close enough that you can observe with binoculars. The goal is to get a good judgement on the reaction time of Gray's men and if possible, ambush them and take their equipment". The officer gave a curt nod, a small grin on his face.
Kaing continued, "Take enough food to last a day or two and a couple of tents. We don't know how long it'll take, considering what's going on in the capital. If you need more supplies, send a runner to us and we'll send him back with what ever you need", Kaing paused for a moment to think something over, "...and for the sake of the Goddess, if the people that Gray sends are too much to handle, back off! You have nothing to prove, Kalimdor".
Nathan Howell
The sun was starting to set when Nathan's squad got the orders from their officer and now that they were on the road it was nearly pitch black. The Bhaalkars were a tough group of men, all of them were normal citizens before being hardened by the underground in which they served for many years. It wasn't until now that they were a true military force but Nathan could hardly tell, given how they handled themselves.
Their orders were simple and Nathan hated that. He came to Noravea to serve his Goddess in glorious battle and instead was saddled with missionary work. His squad was sent to Portswitch to call upon civilians to join the fray. He only hoped that one of Gray's patrols came across them so he could put a bullet in the head of one of the infidels.
The lights of civilization glowed in the distance. They were close. The plan was to split up and go to various local sites such as bars and churches, announcing to the people that the Holy Kingdom offered claims to ethnic Noraveans on Laurentian and Cartanian property. As the group approached the city, Nathan rehearsed the words in his head.
In the name of the Goddess, the Holy Kingdom beckons you...Officer Kalimdor Falki
"Hurry the fuck up! Do you want a patrol to see us!?", Falki barked at one of his men who was lagging behind as the squad ran past a stationary spotlight toward the tracks. Falki kept a strong hand on the grip of his assault rifle, ready to whip it up and begin firing rounds into any Fascist that might come across them. As the group fell upon a set of track that sprawled northward, they came to a stop. Falki spun on his heel and pulled his rifle up, aiming into the darkness before them and searching for signs of life.
One of the squad members fell to their knees at the track and threw a duffle bag down. He dug in the bag, removing scrap metal, bags of powder, and electronic wires. The man got to work, focusing on the task at hand while uttering prayers loud enough for the others to hear. Falki and the rest of the squad kept a semi circle around the trapper, keeping a watchful eye for enemy activity.
Nathan Howell
The bar was full of patrons going about their routine. Most looked sullen and tired, likely finishing off their day with a relaxing drink before calling it a night. Some of the patrons were merry, however, dancing and singing to old folk songs on the radio. There was a sign on the wall that indicated a huge price increase on the beverages but it looked as if these drinkers were throwing little more than change at the bartender. Nathan approached the counter, taking a seat on an empty stool before flagging down the bartender.
"Hello, my friend! Some beer for you today?", The bartender asked. This man was also extremely livid considering the turmoil that their country was plunged into. Nathan couldn't help but smile at this.
"Ah, yes, one please. How much will that be?" The bartender nodded, taking a glass and moving to fill it at a tap. He looked Nathan over while doing so.
"Just a few coins, my friend! No more after tonight, might as well share it with good people, yes?", the bartender explained after handing Nathan a mug of beer. The foreigner placed a few coins on the counter top, which the bartender swiped up. The bartender looked around at the other patrons before leaning in to speak to Nathan quietly. Nathan didn't touch his drink, using it as more of a conversation tool. Awliyans were proud to abstain, after all.
"You... are not from here, no? You look like a Northlander". Nathan, again, smiled. He nodded.
"Aye, I'm from Northland. I couldn't sit back and be cozy while the Goddess' children were under plight, eh?"
"I wouldn't speak those words, friend! If a soldier heard you-..."
"If I die... if I am tortured for Awliya, then I will suffer proudly". With that, Nathan stood and turned to the patrons who were joyous. Instead of taking a tactful approach, he knew what he would do. He would prey upon pride. He would bring up emotion.
"What about the rest of you!? You sit here, drinking yourselves to death while followers of the Goddess are put down! You go about your lives, waiting for everything to fix itself! How dare you, Her own children, ignore the cries of your brothers!? We can be idle no more! There are those who fight for Awliya! Those who would ram against the Laurentians, driving our people into slaughterhouses! Those who would end the Cartanians, haters of the rightful heirs of the Holy Land! I may not be a child of our Goddess but I urge you to join me in the Exodus!"
It was like time froze. The barflies, the drunks, the fishermen enjoying themselves at the end of the day. They stared at Nathan in awe. He couldn't tell what they were thinking but he was afraid that this would be a worthless attempt. He hoped the others had found success in recruitment if he should fail.
Officer Kalimdor Falki
The explosion didn't do much but it did it's job. Kalimdor would make sure that the sapper would train on creating improvised explosives later, considering the device he made should have rocked the earth itself. Instead, the tracks were wrecked enough to cause a train to derail but it was nothing that couldn't be fixed within half a day, maybe even less time than that. The officer called for his men to run, the sound likely to call the attention of anyone nearby.
They had already set up camp a ways back. Far enough that they couldn't be spotted without a search but they would still be able to observe any activity on the railway. They would ambush the investigators as soon as they arrived, assuming that they could make it back to camp first.