Fury from the attacks on the Northe Fingere rose like a wildfire, raging through the tunnels and caves of the Southe Fingere. Slowly, imperial guards started disappearing from the mines. The corpses of the imperialist soldiers were found later hung from the ceilings with pronouncements slashed upon their chests “long live Hans Kristjan!” and “Death to the Empire!”
The forerunners of the Southe Fingere rebels were Amadeus Jorg and Jurgen Leopold, known for their bravery and tendency to yell “On their Bloody heads!” in battle.
“We got ‘em running Sir!” One of the recently recruited young rebels yelled, “Excellent work, men!” shouted Jurgen. “Amadeus, Block off the end of the Nor’-western tunnel. We take them dead or not at all.” Caught between the crossfire of Amadeus’s forces and Jurgen’s, most soldiers resorted to wetting themselves and begging for mercy. None was given.
Weary after the day’s battle Jurgen told the assembled rebels “We take the lift shaft at twelve-hundred hours tomorrow. For those of you moronic enough not to know what that means, go ask somebody who does.” Leaving the rebels talking among themselves about the attack the next day, Jurgen walked the tunnels as a respite from the relentless stares and questions. “That was quite the battle today wasn’t it?” Jurgen was unsurprised to see Amadeus matching his step with his hands behind his back.
“Too many dead Amadeus, too many,” sighed Jurgen. “One of the searchers found the plans to the area around the mine-shaft on the sergeant that we killed today, it may prove tricky to avoid the gunfire from the tower while coming out of the breach in the door.” Amadeus stroked his chin absentmindedly. “Indeed it will be, unless we can get through while the dust is still settling.” Jurgen thought for a moment before speaking. “The river will provide another challenge for us to conquer, we may have to have one of the troops dress as an imperial soldier and steal a transport.” “An excellent idea Jurgen!” Cried Amadeus. “I will send somebody immediately!” As soon as Amadeus jogged off Jurgen headed for the sleeping quarters.
(The next day at dawn.)
“Get those rifles cleaned and ready to go, we need guns that won’t jam on us in the fight!” Roared Jurgen. “Sir, the transport is in place as you requested,” shouted a rebel of no more than fifteen. “Excellent! We need more fighters like you boy.” The young rebel beamed with pleasure at the compliment. “Every able-bodied man and women grab a rifle! We march in five!” “Jurgen, we’ve gotten the gunpowder from all the imperials weapons in a small crate, ready to be carried up” “You’re in charge of it then Amadeus,” barked Jurgen. “To the tunnels! For Freedom! For Brichstopiaaaa!” With that heroic cry the rebels charged up through the tunnels to an unknown fate. Upon reaching the steel containment wall that enclosed the tunnel’s entrance Amadeus placed the gunpowder charge against the gate and lit the slow fuse. Above the crackle of the flames the rebels could hear the sounds of weapons being prepped on the other side of the gate. Amadeus approached Jurgen and asked in a quiet voice, “Sir, I thought they didn’t know we were coming.” “They don’t,” with that the gunpowder detonated and the Brichstopians rushed through the breach screaming “On their bloody heads!”
About this creation
The wall has fallen, the Imperials stand no chance.