Over the span of a mere fourteen days, the countryside of northern Ireland underwent a brutal transformation...
Where tribes had once navigated cattle trails and treacherous bogs, the Iron Kingdom's engineering corps had terraformed the landscape.
Using the eager labor of the local peasantry, Marshal Kaelen's quartermasters had expanded Ivar's crude tracks, fortifying them with gravel and iron-banded rails.
Day and night, carts flowed inland from the coastal redoubts...
They carried tons of raw coal and endless supplies of salted rations.
In a market town just a few miles from the expanding supply lines, the local tavern was packed to capacity.
At the center tables, a group of local militiamen and peasant laborers were comparing minted silver coins stamped with the insignia of the Iron Kingdom.
For generations, the concept of a guaranteed monetary wage was alien to the Irish populace.
