//I apologise for my absence: I have recently lost internet access, and I can only visit this place very infrequently, so I ask for patience.//
Melkoth waited patiently, watching the battle with mild interest, and adding mental notes on all he saw.
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Haraldur calmly cast aside the weapon, and smirked at Retan as he heard the sound of battle outside.
"Discuss? What topics are those that you wish to discuss?"
He telepathed to the rest of the Comrades: Those of you coming to Romme, make your presence explicitly known. The rest I leave up to you.
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//I think I made Laus and Vikingagard land on Alterna, if not, then they have just come back from the other universe and done so, hehe...//
All through Alterna, the population of mages were getting signals from the Ugran about a necromantic attack on Gief. //Ugran is a region, not a city. Gief is the capital city, so I assume the attack is on Gief.// This included what used to be Laus and Vikingagard.
Since much of the construction work was finished, many of the now magically adept people had free time, so millions of people, using magically powered flight, hovered up in the air. They quickly formed small discussion councils, each sending a delegate to other councils, until there was just one council of a small number of delegates. A voluntary command structure was set up, with Bernard Goujon chosen as General because of his battle experience. The council broke up, with the delegates, now elected officers by the men under them, returning to their respective columns, with Goujon taking his own.
Goujon looked back, and saw millions of mages (about 1/5th of the population of Alterna, so 8 million) bobbing up and down on the air, flying various flags all symbolising one thing: international solidarity among all Anarchist Communist Technocrats, among all Aspyes.
They flew East and a little North, at fast speed.
//They will arrive at Gief later this post, to make up for my absense. This response is meant to be immediate.//
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Gief was now almost taken, but from the west, from a recent battle with the Grey Empire, a corps of mages swarmed in on flying horses, landing on the Un-dragon's back, and slicing it to pieces, watching its crumbling smash other undead. They quickly set it and the things around it aflame, reducing it to ashes.
Some undead was now in the middle of the city of Gief, but none controlled the walls. From the walls, fire from numerous imported plasma rifles shot into the centre, burning the undead "alive", into ashes, so emptying the city.
To the east, lay other cities in the Ugran, and from then more black flags and warriors and mages rode forth, meeting the undead horde head on. Their losses were apalling, further fueling the undead horde, but with the later release of prototype flamethrowers, they started to hold their own, now in the dynamic equilibrium of bloody stalemate, but at least they were preventing the zombies from moving further forward. They had received news of the return of Retan and Jayce, and so knew why their heroes could not help them at this time.
From the North, Aspyes dwarves, miners from the Northern mines, flying a red flag with a yellow hammer on it, marched, then stopped. They had been dragging logs, which they constructed quickly as catapults, as they had been prefabricated. Behind the lines, large balls of twine-like hay were being soaked in hot oil, and placed on the catapults, and then lit, and then released. The flaming orbs arced through the sky before crashing into the dead ranks, scattering many and burning others.
But still there was yet no force from the South to surround the undead army...
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As the Alternans flew forward, below them three airships could be seen flying towards Gief. With a quick flying council of the officers, one officer, by the name of Juan Vidal, took a troop of 2 000 mages, the column electing a temporary replacement officer, called Maite Boillan (pronounced my-te (te as in Latin "te") boi-y-an), a woman.
Vidal and his troop descended down towards the airships as the rest of the columns flew quickly above, disappearing over the horizon. They then attacked.
200 of them dropped fireballs onto the decks as another hundred, zapped lightning towards where they thought the engines would be. The other 1 700 shot a mixture of machine gun and rifle fire onto the ships, hoping to cause some structural damage, or human damage.
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From the south, the undead army was then surrounded as a result of the influx of 8 million Alternan mages. The undead army was big, but not in comparison to the mages. A swift flurry of fireballs was soon to come, destroying all the summoned creatures and most of the undead, just leaving a core around Kronos, and that a core swamped by hot ashes and embers, setting fire to the edge of the core. The core number 2 000 only, and the Alternan losses had been negligable through sheer force of numbers. However, only half of them had yet attacked.
2 millions fireballs and 2 million bolts shot down at Kronos and the core, and then 8 million more fireballs as the mages used their second attacks. More shots came from the walls of Gief.
As it stands now, 2 000 undead plus Kronos (assuming he is with his army) are swamped by a thousand tonnes of ashes and have 12 million attacks falling towards them. //This might seem excessive, but this is effectively a charged attack, and even a charged attack from the previous chapter. And Alterna is pretty damn big.//
Maite, Bernard and the other officers, and the troops, watched with baited breath to see what would happen.
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Makhno turned back towards Ugran as soon as he heard word of the attack through signals. Tesla and Durruti went on after wishing him luck.
They finally arrived at Romme to already see a battle commencing, and were pleased at this. A red and a red and black flag were waved (no black flag as Makhno was not there) by them after being materialised. Tesla aimed, with the scope on his plasma rifle, at a dark shape on the horizon, the shape of Jayce, firing two plasma shots at him from afar, hoping to hit.
Durruti landed on the ship, and started to quietly and as stealthily as possible to plant explosives of various kinds. Hopefully he woul be able to destroy the ship with a dose of trinitroteluene (TNT)...
//Woohoo! A bomb throwing Anarchist... I love stereotypes. Well, cool ones anyway.//
