Prince Farin was in his private study when the messenger knocked timidly at the door.
"Enter," he called, not taking his eyes from the important documents and correspondences before him. A young human boy opened the door, and when Farin did eventually turn his head to look at the intruder upon his peace, he smiled encouragingly. "Well, come on, boy, a prince at work does not have time to waste."
Nodding hurriedly, the messenger held out a scroll of tightly wrapped parchment and shuffled forwards. Farin took it from him, and smiled once more, before dismissing him. When he opened the note, his face became stony, and he slammed his fist on the stone table.
Your Royal Highness, poor news from the Blockade.
The Shadow's minions have struck once more; they are becoming more confident!
We have lost twenty-seven Ironclads this past season.
Lord-Admiral Morkun reports that the Dirigible Corps have succeeded in their bombing run, but is unable to give us numbers of the casualties inflicted upon the Enemy.
Ever your Faithful Servant,
Lord-Admiral Thorur, son of Agramm, Thane-heir of Clan Stondraeg
Ignoring the spilled ink which was steadily destroying the documents he had been reading, the Prince rose from his chair and strode hurriedly through Kazel Castle.
"The newest dirigibles are ready, my father," Prince Farin murmured gently, kneeling beside the King's bed and leaning close to his ailing father's ear.
"G-good ... My son. S-send them ..." was the response, so quiet as to be almost inaudible.
"Immediately, father. Also ... The Enemy has attacked our blockade. We have lost twenty-seven Ironclad vessels." The king merely groaned, and as the physician rushed forward, Farin was ushered from the room.
"Guild-Lord Snorri Snorrisson, your lord," the herald declared as the doors to the Great Hall opened and admitted the engineer and his coterie of advisers, assistants and underlings.
"The Hall shall be cleared!" Prince Farin ordered immediately from his seat at the base of the dais on which the King's throne stood, empty. Curious mutterings were immediately struck up, but the Guard ensured they were all removed, human and dwarf both.
"I thank you, Prince Farin," Snorri began, before simply saying "it is done ..."
The Prince and Guild-Lord spoke long and earnestly into the night.
Province 7 - Train 1000 Heavy Infantry
Province 9 - Train 100 Bomber Dirigibles (Turn 1)
Province 11 - Train 100 Fighter Dirigibles (Turn 1)
Province 12 - Research Anti-Flyer Artillery (Turn 1)
Attack Province 8 with 100 each Interceptor, Fighter and Bomber Dirigibles
Province 12 -
Conscripts - 51,000
12,000 Heavy Infantry
35,000 Heavy Cavalry
Province 11 -
Conscripts - 97,610
32,754 Heavy Infantry
60,940 Heavy Cavalry
1000 Mechanical Walkers
921 Mechanised Warriors
Province 9 -
1000 Heavy Infantry
1000 Mechanised Warriors
Province 7 -
6000 Heavy Infantry
8 (land) - 100 Fighter Dirgibles, 100 Bomber Dirigibles, 100 Interceptor Dirigibles
11 (land) - 100 Fighter Dirgibles, 100 Bomber Dirigibles
86 (water) - 100 Interceptor Dirigibles
91 - 83 Ironclads
92 - 289 Ironclads
93 - 200 Ships
100 - 190 Ironclads
102 - 381 Ironclads
Malochai von Carstein; Terror of Hunger Wood, Lord of Lichenhof Tower
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