Pareth the Wrathful sat in his war room deciding what to do next. He had just seized power and whipped the nation of Pankra into shape. Looking at reports and some updated maps, he was delighted to learn that Blaris's navy had been devastated and their territory was being pushed back. He decided it was time to take back what had been lost from Pankra. He pointed to a half-orc half-goblin bodyguard and ordered "You. The one with the wild beard. Go get me Orich and Stroblech. They have work to do." The soldier scurried off to do Pareth's bidding and soon after, Orich and Stroblech were present. Pareth, not being one for pleasantries, immediately jumped to business. "Stroblech, I need you to ready the fleet to transport an army. Blaris's navy has been devastated so you should face minimal resistance. However, if any ships stand in your way, you are to sink them mercilessly. Go to the territory Blaris robbed from us. You will transport Orich and his Order of Dark Secrets along with ten of our artillery, all our cavalry, our Elite archers, our Skirmishers, our Berserkers, 1700 Horde Archers, 1700 Men-At-Arms. Once you have landed the troops, report back here with a couple of ships and take diplomats to Kebriw and the Sawlian Confederacy, we have a common foe and would make an excellent alliance in my opinion." He then turned to the wizened orc necromancer "Orich, once you and your order have landed, call upon the Dead Legions. Once the dead are ready, the are to advance into the province, scouting the area, leaving civilians alone and attacking Blaris soldiers without mercy to soften them up for the elites. Should the leaders of Blaris wish to parley, demand nothing less than the return of our stolen province and the Southwest Island (63)." Orich nodded then frowned. "Milord, who will command our ground forces? I lack a commander's knowledge, Stroblech has other duties and you must rule the nation." Pareth frowned and stroked his chin, this was not something he had considered. In days of old, he had been the general. If not him, or the old wizard or the little goblin admiral then who? It would need to be a soldier. Someone loyal and well-trained. His eyes lit up with an idea. His bodyguards had always been selected for skill, tactical knowledge and loyalty. "Wildbeard! Congratulations on your promotion. You are now General Wildbeard, effective immediately. Before you tell me your real name, remember that a nickname helps build a legend. Now, away with the three of you!" The three left to carry out his orders.



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[b]Orders[/b]
Navy is to transport 15 war-magi, 10 artillery, 750 Berserkers (heavy infantry), 3000 Skirmishers (Light infantry), 1000 Archers, 1000 Raiders (light cavalry), 200 Black Knights (heavy cavalry), 1700 Men-at-arms (conscript infantry), 1700 Horde Archers (conscript Archers) all to 64.
War-magi will then conjure 15000 Dead Legionnaires (conscript undead, even mix of infantry and archers) who will charge into the province.
Diplomats dispatched to 70 and 66.

[b]Recruitment[/b] 
Province 65:
1 Transport ship unit
1 magi unit

[b]Research[/b]: Lesser Air Magic
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Province 65:
73,300 Men-At-Arms (conscript infantry)
73,300 Horde Archers (conscript archers)
5 artillery
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