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The twin moons, Mannslieb and Morrslieb, shown down upon the dark ocean waters and reflected off the waves. All that there was to hear was the night breeze and the creaking of the merchant ship. The ocean waves lapped on the hull of the ship and all seemed to be calm, but in the dark of night the hunters crept slowly along side the vessel. It had not taken long for the Dark Elves to fasten the boarding ropes and climb across onto the other ship.

Lulto and his kin climbed aboard the sleeping Estalian vessel with cat-like precision and silence. The young corsairs around Lulto were eager for their share of blood, but they had seen Lulto's wrath before, if all did not go to plan they knew he would kill any who disobeyed his will.

Surprisingly the Estalians had not posted a night-watch on the salt-sprayed decks of the merchant ship, although it did make the night easier Lulto felt uneasy about the fact. He drew his wicked blades from their scabbards slowly, making sure to be silent. His corsairs did the same and spread themselves out on the deck.

The corsairs looked to Lulto for his command and he motioned with his dagger to the door which lead below-deck. They approached the door in silence and weapons readied, Lulto looked back and hissed at them to back away. The corsairs did so slowly and some backed onto the metal gates above the ship's hold. Lulto inspected the hinges of the door before him, they were without rust or damage so he pulled on the handle slightly. It was not locked, Lulto gave a sinister grin and opened the door.

Despite his many years of raiding and butcher, Lulto's eyes flinched when the barrel of a handgun greeted his face and before he could cry in warning the gunman fired. The Dark Elf's face burst out the back of his head and the corsairs behind jumped in fright. The round that went through Lulto's face imbedded itself in the chest of another raider. As the two fell dead onto the deck the gate above the hold opened and those who were above fell into the pitch black cargo-hold.

The corsairs still on the top-deck snarled and brandished their blades as Estalians rushed onto the deck to meet them. As the melee unfolded above those who had fallen were shaken and from the darkness around came more glinting blades.