[b]Province 53[/b]
The news was dire. Roar of engines in the clouds and walking hunks of metal. While Eléane’s scouting was pretty thorough, some would still wanted more information. Information she couldn’t provide. She stood in the middle of a circular room. Once a temple of the gods of the fallen Holy Lands. The statue for each god had been torn down. Instead a chair was placed, upon which now the older, stronger War-magi sat. After her report, a mere ceremony as everyone had seen a copy of it already, was presented she took up her own chair in the circle. Once again, Alec was silent while the War-Magi among them burst into a murmur. Men and armor they could handle. But marching against a foe they did not know would be suicide. Some started to fear that the agreement they made with the Broken Empire would stretch their troops too thin. They began to suspect that this was the aim of the Broken Empire all along. But it was Alec, who silenced them: “I gave my promise to the dwarven people of the Broken Empire. I will not return on that promise! Dare not say such vile words about betrayal again.” Many wouldn’t say it to his face, but Alec Bredain had been changing the last year. He was once a gentle spirit. But the battle against the Holy Lands changed him. Made him hunger for conquest. He sat back down into his chair. Only then did a lone, small elf step forward. He was once a minor noble of the Holy Empire. Yet now elevated to the rank of Assistant Governor and left to deal with the day to day tasks within the province. His presence within the council was but a formality. Yet he would prove to be useful none the less. “If I may, great lords. These hulking men of metal. I have seen such things before. The Broken Empire used them conquer this land. Once the battle was over, I saw how they filled these machines with water.” This was good information. While the elf could not say how the things worked exactly, one could guess that the contraptions could share certain similarities.

The day of the march came once everyone settled on a tactic. Mages of water were to challenge the marching metal warriors and see if the water (and steam) within them could be frozen, so the machines would stop right in their tracks. As for the roar of engines in the clouds, nobody knew what it could be. Never the less, it was up in the skies. And even those could be commanded by magic. Thus upon the day of the march, mages began to convert the clouds steadily but surely. Over the course of days, weather examiners of Orngat, Limgar and the Broken Empire would see strange movement of the clouds. Every day they’d be pulled towards the same point. Maybe even the outposts on the border of the Broken Empire with New Engelica, as well as the outposts on the border of Limgar and New Engelica would see, in time, a dark converging storm. The people of New Engelica were reading to fight with the Mage Tempest above them.

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[b]Garrison[/b]
[i]Province 58[/i]
- 5 Units of Heavy Infantry
- 5 Units of Light Cavalry
- 4 Units of Magi
- 6 Units of War-Magi

[i]Province 59[/i]
- 3 Units of Light Infantry
- 6 Units of Heavy Infantry
- 5 Units of Light Cavalry
- 6 Units of Magi
- 5 Units of War-Magi

[i]Province 60[/i]
- 2 Units of Light Infantry
- 4 Units of Heavy Infantry
- 7 Units of Magi
- 4 Units of War-Magi

[i]Province 55[/i]
- 2 Units of Light Infantry
- 5 Units of Heavy Infantry
- 5 Units of Magi
- 6 Units of War-Magi

[i]Province 53[/i]
- 4 Units of Heavy Infantry
- 5 Units of Magi

[b]Troop movement[/b]
[i]From 53 to 52 - Conquer intent[/i]
- 20 Units of Heavy Infantry
- 4 Units of Light Cavalry
- 35 Units of Magi
- 26 Units of War-Magi

[i]From 55 to 53 - Garrison reinforcements[/i]
- 5 Units of Heavy Infantry

[i]From 58 to 55 - Garrison reinforcements[/i]
- 4 Units of Heavy Infantry
- 5 Units of War-Magi

[b]Production[/b]
Province 58: Magi
Province 59: Magi
Province 60: Magi
Province 55: Light Infantry
Province 53: Light Infantry

[b]Research[/b]
Dirigibles
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