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Severina enters the war room and asks "So can you tell me the status of the mobilization?"
Around the table were 2 high inquisitors, the grand master of the order of Rose and 3 high elders. The Grand Master answered "My lady all 250k troops you requested are fully mobilized and are ready to hear your orders"

Severina smiles and says "Good, first lets make a small farewell parade and send them to an island of the coast of The Stigyan Triumvirate where we will launch our main offensive." She turns to the grand master and signals her to show the batlle plans.



Severina then starts to explains "The troops will fly from that small island towards the islands in the north, we have no knowledge of the weather so the soldiers should use the heating magic if its too cold, anyways, the troops will land in the city of Aldeigjuborg, do not attack as we dont know if Lukas already took it, make sure to contact them first, after landing their mission wiill be to take the archipelago and then focus on the mainland, in grey you can see the end of the plan, the grey line should where the defense fortifications should be built, any questions?", everyone shook their heads, "RIght lets prepare"

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As severina stood in the balcony of the City Palace Of Sincerity, troops parades below her, the people applauded the troops and cheered for their safety, severina then started the speech "Dear subjects, an ally is in danger and we must absolutely help them, for the enemy is dangerous, but we will fight, stand our ground, our proud troops will for sure fight with honour and courage, we must teach that a pacifist nation likle ours can also wage war, we will Triumph! Go proud soldiers and defeat our enemies". As the troops continued to march, severina went back inside and into the war room, and after sitting down began to watch the troops starting to prepare the necessary provisions for their travel.

Royal Palace, Meeting Room, Rnesspo
Menendez and Carry Pillow enter the meeting room. They spot multiple generals in the room. “Menendez, Carry, please sit.” Carry takes a seat, nervous about her plan failing so badly and so quickly. “Carry, I see you’re worried.” Jorja says, almost mockingly. “Let me assure you, your plan worked perfectly.

“B-b-but how?” See frantically looks across the room.

Jorja laughs. “Well, we know Stahl has great air defense, and we also know the Northern Greenlandic army won’t go into foreign land without a proper cause. Remember, they just left Sanastan.” She takes a sip of water. “The idea of our viking allies being in civil war was upsetting, sure, but all those soldiers dying? Just to spread money around?” She clears her through. “Of course the army would be furious! The people too.” She stares Carry in the eyes. “Thank you Carry, you gave us a martyr!”

Menendez lights a cigar. “For the greater good, I suppose. Sure is tragic all those good men died.”

Carry looks at the room. “That’s just… terrible. Why would be condone such a thing?”

“That’s not important now, what is important are the Svipish. Menendez, if you would.”

He pulls out a map.
   
“Kaupang. The border province between W Amadeus Mozart and Danmark. We are currently unaware if the rebels want to take the countryside resort-”

“Proletariat Commonwealth.” 

“Thank you Carry. As I was saying, if they do take it over the militia could easily be over ran, then the rebels would have control of the entire Skjlos Gulf. The green shows the initial strike force landings, we hope to have a drop off point in The Stigyan Triumvirate, and start building defenses. The red shows path ways to key areas and light defenses. The yellow shows heavy defenses, and the orange shows armed forces which are ready to attack at any point. We’ll have a meeting with the Svipish to see if this is alright with them.”

Everyone, besides Carry, applaud Menendez. “Brilliant! Great work as always.”

“Will those soldiers be ‘martyrs’ too?”

“No, Carry. They’ll be stationed their until told otherwise. Menendez, prepare the army. We won’t risk having the navy hurt, they’ll be going across the entire sub-continent.”

Warehouse where the Narag Equipment Sent to the Rebels rests.

Workers inside would hear a ticking Then Fire. Explosions Blast The warehouse away sending Napalm To the surrounding areas. A Call Goes out to the Rebel General.
"You Dared To insult us by saying we have no right To be in your nation when This World... When your people were hunter gathers Belonged To my Ancestors. We are a far more terrifying enemy then you can ever realize Boy."

The Call ends and now There is a massive fire spreading through the area.

Stahl Industries Headquarters, Danmark, Svipjoth
Lukas sat at his temporary and pathetically-small throne room within the occupied skyscraper, his hands folded atop each other as he read the report of the warehouse bombing: 12 dead, dozens more injured with burns. He read the entirety of the report with a stern, stoic expression before leaning back in his chair in pensive thought. He calls to his assistant,

"Retrieve the Philosopher's Stone. I have an announcement to make."

Just as he had done with the Holy Spirean delegates, his etherial figure appeared all over Svipjoth, but across Svipjoth alone, as he read the Naragian transcript and responded,

"People of Svipjoth, do you not see how the false Fylkir wishes for us to be slaves? Pjotur has colluded with an empire that seeks to destroy our independence and make us inferior to their race! Shall we allow this? I think not! This is yet more evidence of his ill-intention!"

Many Svips cheered for Lukas' criticisms against the Fylkir, and those who where once hesitant about the rebellion were convinced to join Lukas' cause, enlisting in his rebel army. The armies soon arriving in Melkorka and stationed within the camp embargoing the Stigyans atop Issknut Mountains swelled with new recruits.

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Kaupang, Svipjoth

Royal Palace, Meeting Room, Rnesspo
“Thank you Carry. As I was saying, if they do take it over the militia could easily be over ran, then the rebels would have control of the entire Skjlos Gulf. The green shows the initial strike force landings, we hope to have a drop off point in The Stigyan Triumvirate, and start building defenses. The red shows path ways to key areas and light defenses. The yellow shows heavy defenses, and the orange shows armed forces which are ready to attack at any point. We’ll have a meeting with the Svipish to see if this is alright with them.”

The Northern Greenlandic naval forces landed at the coasts of Kaupang, with no rebel armies, Fylkiran armed forces, or even provincial armies meeting them. The land was disturbingly quiet, with no public activity whatsoever, though chimneys bellowed smoke. Those who landed on the northern coast, however, were greeted with a abysmal, near comical scene before them.

Fending off four rebel infantrymen was a towering man, his stature easily exceeding 7 feet, wearing what looked to be antiquated Svipish chainmail armor. Armed with his bearded axe and a circular shield, he effortlessly wiped out the four soldiers, either crushing or severing their heads into the agricultural field they fought in. He then turned towards the approaching Northern Greenlandic army, his face stern and grim.

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Aldeigjuborg, Garthariki, Svipjoth

Severina then starts to explains "The troops will fly from that small island towards the islands in the north, we have no knowledge of the weather so the soldiers should use the heating magic if its too cold, anyways, the troops will land in the city of Aldeigjuborg, do not attack as we dont know if Lukas already took it, make sure to contact them first, after landing their mission wiill be to take the archipelago and then focus on the mainland, in grey you can see the end of the plan, the grey line should where the defense fortifications should be built, any questions?", everyone shook their heads, "RIght lets prepare"

As the Holy Spireans began to descent into Aldeigjuborg, they were met not by Stigyan anti-air artillery, but by scenes of pillages and massacre. When the plane descended further down towards Aldeigjuborg's poorly kept runway, the soldiers observed Svips being harassed not by Lukas' rebels, but a different type entirely, clad in headdresses of elk and covered head to toe in body paint, feathers, and bones. Despite their barbaric appearances, they held Fylkiran armed forces' weaponry, utilizing the ferocity of a Svipish Saebo bearded axe to savagely murder Svipish citizens.
When the Holy Spireans finally disembarked from their plane, the first thing they noticed was the raided, ablaze state of the nearby military base.

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Eastern Side of The Issknui Mountains, Svipjoth

The dozens of Stigyan missile artillery kept firing with neither pause nor remorse, exhausting the labor of those tasked with its reloading as other soldiers began to enter their mech suits, prepared to arduously hike up the treacherous Issknui to collect the spoils of war at the Stigyan camp there, as well as slaughter the remaining encampment residents. Many others remained armed and alert, preparing for both Stigyan descendance as well as other potential ambushes.

The general stationed there radioed Lukas, confirming the regiment's invasion into the summit of Issknui, to which Lukas merely responded,

"End this as soon as possible. Birka calls."

OOC: If you are a member of WARPP, then you do not need to ask permission of Svipjoth to enter the nation for reasons of assistance in liberating it from Lukas' rebellion. @TGN and @Matador, assume that you were automatically given permission.

Kaupang, Svipjoth
The Northern Greenlandic naval forces landed at the coasts of Kaupang, with no rebel armies, Fylkiran armed forces, or even provincial armies meeting them. The land was disturbingly quiet, with no public activity whatsoever, though chimneys bellowed smoke. Those who landed on the northern coast, however, were greeted with a abysmal, near comical scene before them.

Fending off four rebel infantrymen was a towering man, his stature easily exceeding 7 feet, wearing what looked to be antiquated Svipish chainmail armor. Armed with his bearded axe and a circular shield, he effortlessly wiped out the four soldiers, either crushing or severing their heads into the agricultural field they fought in. He then turned towards the approaching Northern Greenlandic army, his face stern and grim.

The soldiers check their weapons and aim at the man, all very scared due to his sheer size. They all have clean shots. General Gjolker gets grabs his pistol.

“Not another step! Lethal force is authorized!” He turns to a soldier. “Take two other soldiers with you to examine those bodies, make sure they’re not Svipish soldiers.” He starts to speak up. “What is your name, and who do you stand with?”

The soldiers check their weapons and aim at the man, all very scared due to his sheer size. They all have clean shots. General Gjolker gets grabs his pistol.

“Not another step! Lethal force is authorized!” He turns to a soldier. “Take two other soldiers with you to examine those bodies, make sure they’re not Svipish soldiers.” He starts to speak up. “What is your name, and who do you stand with?”

The giant merely stood in place, gazing at the Northern Greenlandic soldiers with curiosity, an unexpected reaction considering his violent rage mere moments ago. His long blonde hair, extending down to his chest with neither braids nor ties, barely covered his pecan-colored eyes as he watched the two men circumnavigate him to reach the bodies, confirming that indeed they were rebels. His horseshoe moustache calmed in snarl alongside his mouth. As they passed him by, the man outstretched his arm before dropping the axe he was holding, letting it fall onto the soil. He than spoke, his tone a whisper yet his volume booming, with his accent so incredibly thick that his Svipish was barely intelligible,

"I am Geiseric, son of Vortigern. I fight for Pjotur."

Uppsala, Svipjoth.

Team KMSN and Rasmus were being escorted through the halls of Hvithaar Palace towards Pjotur’s war room. Vision was fighting her radio. “Somethings wrong, I can’t get through with high command, there’s some sort of interference.”

“Be on your guard.” Creature ordered as they were Ushered into the war room.

Pjotur looked up from the table, his eyes tired and bloodshot. “Ah, Captain Radek!” He greeted as cheerfully as he could. “It’s been quite a while since we last met. Did Roxas send you to help?”

“In a way yes.” Creature answered. “The main Stigyan armies are gathering to help repel the rebels, but in the meantime we’re here to get your family out safely.”

“I cannot leave my nation undefended.” Pjotur insisted.

“We know, that’s why I said family. We’re here for Kolfinna, Hardaknut, Ignjaa, Aunstjerni, and Gudrun. I know you and Beinlaus will never leave, so Roxas ordered us to protect the line of succession. we need to-”

Before he could finish one of Pjoturs bodyguards rushed forwards  and pulled out a Stigyan SI-19 handgun, but was immediately shot in the face by Vision. Creature walked over and kicked the gun away from the body. “Lukas already has spies in the building. we need to hurry.”

"I understand. Get my family to safety! I know Domaldi is already in your lands, so let him remain there where he is safe. Beinlaus and I... We shall do what we must."

As Team KMSN and Rasmus turn away to begin collecting the Ljufving family, Pjotur announced,

"One last thing before your departure! My greatest team, the Holy Order of Heilagur Jakob, has been radioed. They have begun sailing back towards Uppsala... If I am gone, work with them... they and my eldest son will be my best redeemers."

Why Hvitakristr, did you orchestrate them to be all the way in Bersisland for some mere colonial rebellion? Pjotur thought to himself, thinking himself further as a fool as he sat drained and hopeless in his chair.

OOC: This is a very barebones outline for how I want the roleplay to go, keeping in mind that this is not the entire RP... you can still do what you want, so long as it doesn't egregiously steer away from this basic outline. Thanks.

The giant merely stood in place, gazing at the Northern Greenlandic soldiers with curiosity, an unexpected reaction considering his violent rage mere moments ago. His long blonde hair, extending down to his chest with neither braids nor ties, barely covered his pecan-colored eyes as he watched the two men circumnavigate him to reach the bodies, confirming that indeed they were rebels. His horseshoe moustache calmed in snarl alongside his mouth. As they passed him by, the man outstretched his arm before dropping the axe he was holding, letting it fall onto the soil. He than spoke, his tone a whisper yet his volume booming, with his accent so incredibly thick that his Svipish was barely intelligible,

"I am Geiseric, son of Vortigern. I fight for Pjotur."

The soldiers calm down and Gjolker puts his side arm away. “Sorry for the fright. Say, you know these lands better than us. Can you help us fight the rebels? We aren’t aware of how much land they currently occupy, and how the civilians here stand on the situation. Do you wanna to be added into the occupation force?” He stares at the bodies. “You’re clearly overqualified.”

Aldeigjuborg, Garthariki, Svipjoth

Severina then starts to explains "The troops will fly from that small island towards the islands in the north, we have no knowledge of the weather so the soldiers should use the heating magic if its too cold, anyways, the troops will land in the city of Aldeigjuborg, do not attack as we dont know if Lukas already took it, make sure to contact them first, after landing their mission wiill be to take the archipelago and then focus on the mainland, in grey you can see the end of the plan, the grey line should where the defense fortifications should be built, any questions?", everyone shook their heads, "RIght lets prepare"

As the Holy Spireans began to descent into Aldeigjuborg, they were met not by Stigyan anti-air artillery, but by scenes of pillages and massacre. When the plane descended further down towards Aldeigjuborg's poorly kept runway, the soldiers observed Svips being harassed not by Lukas' rebels, but a different type entirely, clad in headdresses of elk and covered head to toe in body paint, feathers, and bones. Despite their barbaric appearances, they held Fylkiran armed forces' weaponry, utilizing the ferocity of a Svipish Saebo bearded axe to savagely murder Svipish citizens.
When the Holy Spireans finally disembarked from their plane, the first thing they noticed was the raided, ablaze state of the nearby military base.

After seeing the state Aldeigjuborg was in, The Supreme Commander Stridor said "Interesting, while the rest of the troops dont arrive i want 500 of you to occupy the that military base over there" he says pointing at the military base "and the other 1500 of you will follow me to try and speak with these barbarians"

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 Aldeigjuborg Military Base

the 800 wizards slowly enter the military base, they look around and start to take note of the structure of the miltary base with little care assuming it was empty.

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Aldeigjuborg

Stridor forms his troops into squares of 100 wizards. As they started to march slowly towards the city stridor stopped them and using his voice magnifying magic said "Dear unkown soldiers, we are from Holy Spire, we came to liberate you and protect you from the tyranny of Lukas, come foward so we can recognize if you are enemies or allies, this is a warning, if you fail to obey we will bombard the city as we dont wish to waste time fighting you" stridor raised his wand and said "parietes lapideos" and stone walls that reaches the hips of the soldiers rose from the ground, this was to form a small protection in case the barbarians became hostile.

Off The Coast of Uppsala A fleet of Narag Warships Are approaching. Above the Fleet is the NAS Karling, The New Eternal Mk3 Class of Airships. On the Bridge Astril looks down At the fleet then back to a man beside him. The man is also a Foxen like him. He has many scars across his muzzle from decades of service. Astril smiles. “Let’s show our Allies That We are committed to our Oaths. The Kristan Sanctioned this special Military Operation. Grand General Marius Cornwallis. You have full command of our military. I will be here to prevent politics from interfering with the Victory.”

The Grand General smiles his grizzled visage seeming pleased. “I am Relived You are different from Emperor Theo. I will assure victory For the Svips. And make sure our troops don’t repeat the travesty that happened in the Trashkani-WARPP war.”

He departs as Astril Parks the Airship above the Narag Embassy. He smiles. “This is what The Narag need. Our own destiny away from the ideals of the Ancestors.” He Walks into the Embassy to Alert the Ruler of Svipjoth the Fleet will and five hundred thousand Troops are here to assist In defending Positions so the other Army’s can fight.

Senate Meeting Room, JFS Mariner
Chancellor Taren cleared his throat. "Senators of Joslisonoria," he began, "in these times, we are tasked with what to do with Lukas and the kingdoms of Svipjoth. I am requesting authorization for an invasion of Melkorka, along with other Wintrean nations. Shall we take a vote?" Senators around the room murmured. "I think that would be alright," said one Senator Mesque. "All in favor?" Everyone raised their hand. Taren smiled. "Good then. Dismissed."
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A shipyard in West Joslisonorian Space
Admiral Orei stared out into the surface from his flagship when he got a hologram. He answered it, greeting, "Hello?" Chancellor Taren smiled. "The senate has given the green light. However, you still need to contact the Svips and Pjotur. Otherwise, our forces can land. They've also agreed to giving me full power. Soon, I shall make it so that I rule all of Joslisonoria, with you at my side." Orei smiled. "I'll get right on it sir." The hologram ended. Orei walked to the control panel, pressing a few buttons. "Get me in contact with the Svips." An officer nodded, tapping some buttons. "Speak, sir." Orei stood up straight. "Hello, Pjotur. The senate of Joslisonoria requests that we may land our troops to help you liberate kingdoms. I hope you consider our offer." He ended the transmission. "All we need to do is wait."

July 10, 2022 - morning.
Hvithaar Palace, Uppsala.

Kolfinna, the matriarch of the Svipish royal family, was busy ordering the rest of the family to pack only the essentials and important family artifacts as KMSN kept guard. When she had a free moment she approached Creature. "So what is the plan. How will we get out of here?"

"We'll sneak to the port and leave on my friends ship. Then we sail back to The Triumvirate and someone will escort you all to the safety of Solitas, Domaldi, and Rognhildr." Creature answered while keeping an eye out for more assassins.

Kolfinna nodded, looking forwards to seeing her oldest daughter despite the chaos going on around her. "Then lets not waste any time. Hardaknut hurry up."

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Isskuni Mountains

after over 2 hours the artillery hasn't stopped. the allied troops were getting desperate as Captain Chalmers ordered a retreat. "Everyone fall back, get out of here. I'll slow the invaders!" He yelled as he ordered his own artillery to fire in the general direction of the enemy to provide covering fire. This lasted for another hour until the survivors were all nearly out of the area.

"Sir, we're the last group. lets go." A soldier called out. However the Captain waved him off.

"Someone needs to slow their advance. We still have the charges in the mountainside." He said solely as he pulled out the detonator.

Glaciesia, Icebergia

The Icebergian Capital City, with a casual temperature of 5°C. Businesses are still thriving as breezes of cold, soft winds flowed across the entire city, people are stoically doing their jobs while inside the Fischundfrittes Shops, businessmen talking their business offers and trades seriously … It’s all normal… While inside the Eissiegspalast, President Karl Werner and Karl Stahladler begin to discuss about W.M.D.D (Wissenkräft, Militär, Demokratisch, Diplomatie)

“Ah, Karl Stahladler… It has really been prosperous since we grow our economy and ensure peace within Icebergia while protecting a new country. It all seems good for us to be peaceful and be prosperous thanks to the weapon sells. Also what guns have you planned to make?”, said President Karl Werner while drinking his fresh black coffee, “Are you prepared to activate the Norddutz War Machine?”

“Your Excellency, we’ve planned for the new SA-24 that we mentioned to you earlier.”

“Oh yes!”

“Your Excellency, I’ve just been notified that Svipjoth is having a civil war… Between Fylkir Pjotur and Lukas… Should we finally get revenge of the Svips that stole Svonja from us?”, said [REDACTED].

“Oh yes! The hungry Norddutz Machine has waited for its roar! But I think we need to have more justification on Wintrean international diplomacy, so we will support Svipjoth,” said Karl Werner, smiling calmly.

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Streets of Glaciesia

People in Glaciesia is continuing their work casually when suddenly the speakers of the street finally started.

“Greetings all Icebergian Citizens, our far-away North Germanic Brother Svipjoth is having a rebellion by Lucas, the self-proclaimed Fylkir. Let’s put the Revenge for Svonja aside, as that is imperial greed! As a Germanic and inclusive country, we ought to help our North Germanic Brother! Down the Red Raven Banner!”

Icebergians, hearing that another war is ready to start. Suddenly smiled and went to the nearest Fischundfrittes restaurant they can find and begin to chat with their family about the war. Some looked happy and some looked sorrowful.
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Eissiegspalast, Glaciesia

President Karl Werner is writing a letter to Fylkir Pjotur II… He drinks his third cup of black coffee and eats waffles…

“Your Majesty,
The Technocratic Republic of Icebergia would like to join the civil war by your side, we would like to go to the Svipish Kingdom of Danmark to help with the war. And to also use our cruisers to accurately identify Lukas. Let’s put aside the Icebergian-Svonish Dissolve Issue, as this is the greed of imperial Icebergia. As we share the same Germanic Blood. I think we should collaborate with each other.

President of The Technocratic Republic of Icebergia,
Karl Werner”

The NAS Karling flys above the Holy Spire Military base in Aldeigjuborg.
Astril takes a parachute out of his Airship landing in the middle of the base. He looks around at the base activating his personal cloaking device before looking for either Severina or The commanding officer.

He sneaks around hoping to find out how he can be useful to the Spirians.

“Where could the headquarters be.” He spots the place and wanders in remaining cloaked while attempting to listen in.


OOC:The cloak is a optical cloak only. If you try hard enough you can spot him.

The soldiers calm down and Gjolker puts his side arm away. “Sorry for the fright. Say, you know these lands better than us. Can you help us fight the rebels? We aren’t aware of how much land they currently occupy, and how the civilians here stand on the situation. Do you wanna to be added into the occupation force?” He stares at the bodies. “You’re clearly overqualified.”

Kaupang, Svipjoth
Geiseric stares apathetically at the Northern Greenlandic soldiers before nodding his head once, with neither excitement nor fear interrupting his stoic expression. He leaned down to retrieve his axe and swiftly approaches Gjolker's naval unit. Bending down from his towering stature to merely make even eye contact, he stated,

"We are at the border with Danmark. We must stay away from there, stay here in Kaupang. Queen Otkatla allows neither Lukas' or Pjotur's armies. She hides in Jelling undecided. It is lawless here, vigilantes on both sides alike, including myself. We need to convince her to ally with Pjotur. We must the follow the coastline South to Jelling."
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After seeing the state Aldeigjuborg was in, The Supreme Commander Stridor said "Interesting, while the rest of the troops dont arrive i want 500 of you to occupy the that military base over there" he says pointing at the military base "and the other 1500 of you will follow me to try and speak with these barbarians"

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 Aldeigjuborg Military Base

the 800 wizards slowly enter the military base, they look around and start to take note of the structure of the miltary base with little care assuming it was empty.
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Aldeigjuborg

Stridor forms his troops into squares of 100 wizards. As they started to march slowly towards the city stridor stopped them and using his voice magnifying magic said "Dear unkown soldiers, we are from Holy Spire, we came to liberate you and protect you from the tyranny of Lukas, come foward so we can recognize if you are enemies or allies, this is a warning, if you fail to obey we will bombard the city as we dont wish to waste time fighting you" stridor raised his wand and said "parietes lapideos" and stone walls that reaches the hips of the soldiers rose from the ground, this was to form a small protection in case the barbarians became hostile.

The NAS Karling flys above the Holy Spire Military base in Aldeigjuborg.
Astril takes a parachute out of his Airship landing in the middle of the base. He looks around at the base activating his personal cloaking device before looking for either Severina or The commanding officer.

He sneaks around hoping to find out how he can be useful to the Spirians.

“Where could the headquarters be.” He spots the place and wanders in remaining cloaked while attempting to listen in.

OOC:The cloak is a optical cloak only. If you try hard enough you can spot him.

"Abandoned" Military Base, Aldeigjuborg, Garthariki, Svipjoth
As the Holy Spirean soldiers entered the military base, the front doors were suddenly slammed behind them and hundreds, if not thousands, of these barbarian soldiers surrounded them in the central quarter. Aiming their weaponry at the foreign soldiers, they were prepared to strike, halting only from the sound of Commander Stridor's warning.

Backing away from the Holy Spireans slowly, they yet stood their ground. Emerging from the crowd was a single man, more fancifully armored than the rest yet still clearly barbaric. He casually parted from the encirclement and approached the Holy Spireans with no hesistation, then speaking,

"Foreigners, you speak to chieftain of the Hircinaeans, Madanach. You protect us from one tyrant, yet will you succumb us to the other tyrant? Bring the rest of your soldiers here and we shall tell you our story and our conditions."

Astril witnessed all of this without either being detected or harmed.

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After over 2 hours the artillery hasn't stopped. the allied troops were getting desperate as Captain Chalmers ordered a retreat. "Everyone fall back, get out of here. I'll slow the invaders!" He yelled as he ordered his own artillery to fire in the general direction of the enemy to provide covering fire. This lasted for another hour until the survivors were all nearly out of the area.

"Sir, we're the last group. lets go." A soldier called out. However the Captain waved him off.

"Someone needs to slow their advance. We still have the charges in the mountainside." He said solely as he pulled out the detonator.

Issknui Mountains, Svipjoth
Flooded by both snow and rock, the ascending soldiers being hindered, but not entirely defeated, as the pure might of the Stigyan mech suit kept them from perishing either by blunt force trauma or by hypothermia. Albeit delayed, they finally reached the top of Issknui only to find the camp empty and withered. 

Radioing the general below about the abandoned camp, he took the news with a suppressed gladness, commanding the soldiers to descend back into their camp.

As the Stigyans and Svips retreated Westward, the large armies split as Lukas' plan specified, with 3/4ths of the gargantuan combined forces following the displaced soldiers West towards Birka and the other 1/4th marching East towards Aldeigjuborg, so that they might assist Queen Skjalddis in eliminating the barbarous rebels there.

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"Hello, Pjotur. The senate of Joslisonoria requests that we may land our troops to help you liberate kingdoms. I hope you consider our offer." He ended the transmission. "All we need to do is wait."

He Walks into the Embassy to Alert the Ruler of Svipjoth the Fleet will and five hundred thousand Troops are here to assist In defending Positions so the other Army’s can fight.

“Your Majesty,
The Technocratic Republic of Icebergia would like to join the civil war by your side, we would like to go to the Svipish Kingdom of Danmark to help with the war. And to also use our cruisers to accurately identify Lukas. Let’s put aside the Icebergian-Svonish Dissolve Issue, as this is the greed of imperial Icebergia. As we share the same Germanic Blood. I think we should collaborate with each other.

President of The Technocratic Republic of Icebergia,
Karl Werner”

Hvithaar Hall, Uppsala, Svipjoth

The once calm, collected, peaceful passageways and meeting rooms of Hvithaar Hall were now disheveled with panic and pessimism. Nobles and politicians alike blamed each other, one for not advancing the military immediately and the other for pushing change too soon. Pjotur stood optimistic to all who looked up to him for leadership, but he knew well that Lukas' advantages in manpower and technology were going to be difficult, if not impossible to beat, for the antiquatedly armed Fylkiran Armed Forces. 

Reading the report of Issknui's retreat and the continual defeats all across Eastern Svipjoth, Pjotur could only stare blankly at a wall for a moment or two before moving on to the next documents, three letters or transcripts of other nations requesting the permission of Pjotur to send aid. Without hesistation or even a second thought, he signed approvals for each of those request, instructing the following:
For the Joslisonorian forces to gather at Melkorka and prepare for the invading rebels from the East,
For the New Naragian forces to station both at Birka and across the West Rurik's Sea,
And for the Icebergian forces to airdrop into Issknui and station down in the small valley between Issknui and Muspelost, so that they can begin constructing a hidden camp there for both refugees and espionage alike.

Finishing the letters, he handed them to his advisor of defense, Melkorka Tryggvisdottir, alongside an authorization deploying the majority of the Fylkiran Armed Forces' remaining manpower to join the Joslisonorians in Melkorka and the New Naragians in Birka, keeping the rest to defend Halogaland.