Well, it seems like stories are the only thing that will save the day now!
South Italy
"Battalion Eight, reinforce Battalion Two!" shouted Lord-General Rendot. He waved a signal flag showing the same message, which was relayed by a lookout chain. Men scurried to obey his orders, hundreds of them running to the western frontier of the battle they were fighting.
"Karthaginian forces moving north!" came the cry from the lookout in the nearest tower.
There was a loud
crack as of thunder. A large golden box, about thirty by twenty feet, appeared in the air next to him. It landed on the ground with a
thump, and the left side fell open. Rendot stared, distracted.
"Thank you very much for the transportation," said someone inside the box.
"It was no problem, we are glad to be of service," came the answer. Rendot decided to go and take a look. Stepping to the left, he saw that the box contained four men. Two were mages, probably Hyperborean, operating batteries of highly magical instruments that gave off a slight
hummmm. The third was - he recoiled as he saw the rank markings that only one man could possess - Grandmaster Meremmor! The fourth was a Master Warcraftsman, Rendot's superior by a few units of rank.
"Kim, if you will?" Meremmor said courteously.
"Of course," answered the Master Warcraftsman, turning to Rendot.
"Lord-General Rendot, pull all your forces back effective immediately!" he bellowed. Rendot's head spun with the sudden violence of the command.
"Begin with the eastern peninsula! All forces are to be within the Hyperborean-controlled territories by the end of tomorrow!"
Rendot's arms moved almost involuntarily to obey while he was still contemplating the command. Retreat? But they had almost seized Rome? What reason could there be for this - he swallowed. "What's happened in Karthage?"
"They've risen again. Our
allies, Khemri and Abyssinia, were sleeping on watch." Kim spat at the ground. "Meremmor has spoken to the Lord in Green himself. They have a plan that I'm not privy to. We're traveling around to relay the retreat command."
Meanwhile, Meremmor was trundling out a large number of glass spheres that had somehow been hidden away in the small traveling box.
"Livia, Kali, Canute, Valli, Publius, Cynefrid, Caelestis, Svarog, Pontius, Maurus!" As he said each name, the crystals opened, revealing... something. For a moment he thought there was another layer of crystal within, then realized that the distortion was due to the magical beings within. Awakened Ripples.
"These will cover your retreat. I go now to consult with the Lord in Green on the matter of the defense of the southmost peninsula." Meremmor stepped into the box again, closing the wall behind him as he did. "Master Kim will stay with you to oversee the troops." The humming from the golden box rose to a fever pitch, and it disappeared.
"Looks like we get to be in the vanguard." Kim smiled grimly at Rendot. "Now send those Ripples up to the front and pull the men back. The karthaginians should be thrown into...
chaos by their appearance. Let them charge.