Ten years ago, it would probably have taken days or week before Boris even knew something was wrong. Border villages would have stopped sending messages and, in time, sightings of the warhost would have made it through to the capital in time. If he was lucky, the local aristocrat would have taken the matter seriously enough to send for reinforcements and from then he'd have had to get the nobility in line to coordinate a defense. By the time he was ready, much of the motherland would have been burning.
Instead, he was awoken in the middle of the night by the sound of the first gyrocarriage arriving in is couryard.
He barely had the time to put on a bear pelt and head with his wife to the war room, after all, matters must be grave for such a breach of decorum by the Waystones Project representatives.
"I'm glad to see you Boris, although I would prefer it if I was bringing better news." The shadow infused woman intoned. "Nevertheless, there is work to do. We have received word from Karak Vlag through the Network. They are presently besieged and their scouts bring news of an even bigger force heading your way. Already, the output coming from the borders has started dipping. The signatories have been notified or are being notified right now. This might be a major incursion."
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Always steadfast, Karaz Ankor were amongst the first to arrive. Dozens of metal airship carrying cannons, weapons and fast dispatch units for the signatories. Amongst the notable, Damsels and their Knights, Elven and human wizards, Runelords, Clerics and others.
Then the ships from Marienburg started arriving with supplies and armies, first a trickle, then a flood of armies and mercenaries from all over the Old World. The city was filled to the brim even though most stayed only for a few day before being directed to the front.
Boris looked at the north where he was heading to marshal Kislev's own forces. The fighting to be had would be grim, but this time they were not fighting alone.