Tales from the deep

Butcher bellowed in frustration as he returned with his ragtag band of misfits. The raid on the storehouse had been a disappointment, yielding little of value. To make matters worse, a few of his useless followers had the audacity to fall through the floor, taking his precious loot with them. They would face their punishment when they returned.

He rummaged through the crates, bags, and battered tins they had managed to salvage, finding a handful of items that were still in decent, working condition.

Odi squeezed into the narrow hole that would have to serve as a hideout for now. The last few hours had spiraled into utter chaos. How could a simple infiltration go so catastrophically wrong? His mind reeled with scattered, disjointed images: massive ogryns, axe-wielding maniacs, blood, deafening explosions, and then the ground vanishing beneath their feet. The horror was relentless. Clutching the only item of value they had salvaged—a crate ominously marked with toxic warnings—Odi drifted into a fitful sleep, haunted by the memory of that disastrous mission.  

The Queen strode purposefully into what now served as their makeshift base. Ever since chaos and anarchy had descended, it was far from what anyone would call comfortable, but it would have to suffice. Sphinx slipped in beside her, purring like a cat before collapsing into the cot that took up most of the shared room. The Queen allowed herself a small smile before setting down the haul from Helmawr's warehouse. It wasn't their greatest find, but it would do. Among the items was a chest bearing Lady Heara's personal crest. Now, things could get interesting...  

Wrhas and Wrath glided into the hideout, moving like liquid shadows as the world outside continued to crumble. Without a word, they motioned for the rest of the gang to set down the crates they had managed to haul from the warehouse. Wrhas took a moment to appreciate their bounty; the Silent One would be satisfied with their success. Methodically, they began sorting through the loot, examining and evaluating each item to determine its worth. Xus paused abruptly as he pried open one of the larger crates, urgently summoning the leaders to witness his discovery. 

Secretary Koba sank into her opulent couch, the centerpiece of her lavish office—a testament to the power of the working class and a symbol of what a leader of the revolution deserved. Equality was the mantra, but Koba knew some leaders needed a touch more luxury. Her attention shifted to the crates in front of her. The raid on Helmawr's storeroom had yielded intriguing finds, though much was lost amidst the chaos and disorganized masses. Still, a few valuable trinkets had made it back, already combed through by People's General Zuckov.