NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Be happy Melkor, I almost never post in the NS forum. ;)

It had been a dark day in the west indeed, for the night before all hell had borken loose inside the Allied Powers conference. For the first time everybody put on their true face, and the false attitudes were done away with once and for all. A great quarrel had broekn out over the situation in Crimmond, where Lord Dreadfire and his entire military machine worked tirelessly to extinguish a terrorist faction that had stolen the rule of Crimmond away from it's rightful leader, Administrator Delta. Alongside Damien, Delta rallied his legions of loyal Crimms, and the fight for the entire nation was on....

...until last night. Damien was engulfed in battle and gore, so he himself could not attend such a conference personally. He sent his most trusted advisior, Minister of Foreign Affairs Hartman. Having seen what the Enclave of Farseers predicted, Hartman begged and pleaded with the APTO delegation for understanding, and to leave APTO peacekeepers out of the battle in Crimmond. There were few who simply shrugged off Hartman's words, and having exhausted his case the weary Minister left the conference and returned to Automagfreek. Mere hours later, Automagfreek announced that it would be leaving it's position of Delegate within The Allied Powers.


Having left it's place atop the shining pillar of light, the Freeks were once again cast into exile and left to fend for themselves...that is until the Farseer's predictions came true:

In the darkness that ensues after the great dividing, the silence will be broken by He who man fears most. In the darkness He will show his face, wreathed in flame and dripping in gore. He will take onto him the fallen ones, and together their wrath will purge the wrongdoers from the face of the Earth for all eternity.

Thus is the word of the Farseers.

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Having secretly flown away from the front lines in Crimmond, Lord Dreadfire's private jet set a course for a most unlikely destination from which he had been summoned. As he approached the far borders of said territory, the sky began to darken and the waters began to rage. Great clouds of fog and ash caused the engine on his plane to bog down, then gear up again. He had officially entered the one place he never thought he would see by himself, a place where he could only go to by the tune of 10 million Sentinels.......Arda.

Damien did not send out a transmission to the mainland, for his gut told him that his hosts were already expecting him. Oddly enough he knew exactly which platform to land on, and which direction he needed to go. He flew for a few hours more until he had reached his destination, a lone airstrip that appeared abandoned. But he knew better than to think such things, for the Five Kingdoms is a place that never sleeps and has eyes around every bend. Damien's plane touched down on the runway, and without taking anything other than the Relic's Sword, Dreadfire opened the cockpit and began to climb out onto the cursed Earth. His eyes watered and his lungs filled with dirt and pestilence, and he coughed and gagged briefly while he attempted to adjust to his new surroundings.

I know you have sent word for me, and I have come. It has been many moons since I have set foot on this land, and I never thought that in a thousand lifetimes I would ever be back here. I have come to hear what you have to say, and I come in peace with an open mind. He said loudly, hoping that someone in the area would hear or see him.

He glanced over his shoulder and noticed movement in the not so distant shadows. His eyes peered and strained to make out what it was, but he did not feel a sense of panic.

Tagoo...

tag

Around the craft a thousand blood red eyes crept into view from the shadows, peering back at Damien eerily. A hiss rises up from the faceless mass, and the Shadow grows greater. The wind picks up, whistling through the cracks in the stone outcroppings around the craft. Ash falls from the sky.

A portion of the Shadow nearest Dreadfire comes together in a human shape, and a set of white eyes peers back at him. The hiss gives way to excited--and perhaps fearful--gibbering and orc calls as the faceless mass scurries away hurriedly.

From the mass of shadows steps Alkanphel, gazing back at Dreadfire with purpose. "Welcome to Dor Daedoloth," he begins, his eyes flickering as he finally substantiates. "We've been expecting you for some time now." He beckons Damien to him. "Come, Lord Dreadfire. We have much to discuss."

Damien watched as the shadows melded into human form, and the scurry of orcs caught him off guard. Surprisingly, although surrounded by the most vile and fearsome creatures on the planet, Damien was not afraid. Even to himself he wondered why in his heart he did not tremble at the sight of his greatest foe, Alkanphel.

Alas, there is indeed much to discuss. It has been many moons since our unsteady cease fire, and many moons ago we nearly killed eachother at the Metus conference. I pray that old rivalries can be set aside for the sake of common cause?

Damien coughed as he followed Alkanphel forward. He had never been in this part of Dor Daedoloth before, and his red eyes seethed and flared in an attempt to adjust to the settings, and the air crackled as heat dissipated from around his eye sockets. Ever watchful of his surroundings, Damien continued on with a feeling of certainty, indeed an odd feeling for being in such a cursed land.

If I am to be apart of this 'union' that the stars and Farseers have predicted, I must be strong but not commanding. Morgoth looks for strength and opportunity in his alliances, and such a creature does not share power. I wonder where this is heading... Damien thought to himself as the gears in his mind began ticking.

OOC: Tag.

A dark figure crept behind Damien about 100 feet. She couldn't quite make out his specific details, but she knew it was him and she knew where he was going. She had been trailing him for some time and he did not even realize, or he made her not think he realized. She was dressed in all black and had small digital camera in one hand. She slide in with the scenary and prayed no one would be along her way and ruin her plan.

They thought she was crazy, well, sometimes she thought she was also. She had done many dangerous things to get her story, but this was absurb. What next?

She was a reporter for a local college newspaper from her hometime. She was a senior in the study of communication and arts and spent her spare time working as a journalist and reporter for their paper. She was a spunky writer and an adventurist.

Her appearance was hidden by her black pants and black sweatshirt. She had tucked her brown hair into a black beanie and only her pale face shown. Her blackish-brown eyes widened as she watched Damien through binoculars. She saw his ever feature and smiled. Gottcha. She had heard many stories of the famous man of the nation of Automagfreek and soon wanted to do a documentary on him. She first was to follow him and study his actions. Later, she would try and convince him for an interview, which she doubted would happen. She wasn't working on much, so she would learn a lot. Her eyes glued to him and she quickly followed. If I could just get him bugged...

A dark figure crept behind Damien about 100 feet. She couldn't quite make out his specific details, but she knew it was him and she knew where he was going. She had been trailing him for some time and he did not even realize, or he made her not think he realized. She was dressed in all black and had small digital camera in one hand. She slide in with the scenary and prayed no one would be along her way and ruin her plan.

They thought she was crazy, well, sometimes she thought she was also. She had done many dangerous things to get her story, but this was absurb. What next?

She was a reporter for a local college newspaper from her hometime. She was a senior in the study of communication and arts and spent her spare time working as a journalist and reporter for their paper. She was a spunky writer and an adventurist.

Her appearance was hidden by her black pants and black sweatshirt. She had tucked her brown hair into a black beanie and only her pale face shown. Her blackish-brown eyes widened as she watched Damien through binoculars. She saw his ever feature and smiled. Gottcha. She had heard many stories of the famous man of the nation of Automagfreek and soon wanted to do a documentary on him. She first was to follow him and study his actions. Later, she would try and convince him for an interview, which she doubted would happen. She wasn't working on much, so she would learn a lot. Her eyes glued to him and she quickly followed. If I could just get him bugged...


Apparently this foolish wench was not privy to even the most basic information regarding the Five Kingdoms. In her thirst for knowledge, she had wandered into a hellish nightmare from which there was no escape.

Around her, in the darkness, the Orc-calls grew louder and louder until, at last, the very eyes that had peered a moment before at Dreadfire sprang to life around the rather unfortunate woman. This time, however, there was no Alkanphel to drive them away. Slowly they began to close on the reporter--the more intelligent of their number beginning to wonder who this person whas and how they had gotten on the ground in Dor Daedoloth.

But it didn't matter. They were getting fed.

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Alkanphel chuckles darkly. "Oh I'm sure they can," he begins. "Quite sure," he reiterates with a nod. "It's my understanding that the APTO conference--to put it bluntly-- did not go well at all. We seem to have been taking in an...influx of disillusioned ex-APTO denizens." He grins. "It's very pleasing to finally see some of them come around. You most of all, no?"

OOC: Okay, geez. I know my character was in the wrong place, but to devour her so soon? I mean she is expendable, but I thought maybe there would be one ounce of interraction between her and other characters besides just being dinner. But I suppose I should not have just jumped in.

OOC: Okay, geez. I know my character was in the wrong place, but to devour her so soon? I mean she is expendable, but I thought maybe there would be one ounce of interraction between her and other characters besides just being dinner. But I suppose I should not have just jumped in.

[Well if that was what you were aiming for, I'd have probably started with sending me a TG or something outlining your intentions. Such as it was, it was a rather immense liberty you took in assuming you could even get on the ground in the first place, and even if you had managed [which you did, somehow], it's a military base teeming with Orcs, as mentioned in my first post. I'm not one to make plotline concessions for people if they don't discuss it with me first. You're more than welcome to 'wing it' with me [since AMF didnt mark this as invite only or private] but if once chooses to do this, I pull out all the stops. That is to say, I aim for the most realistic and sensible outcome in cases like these.]

I should have taken the liberty of a TG, but I was tired and didn't feel like it. I just thought that my character could spice it up a bit with something different. It appears to me that your orcs are strong and mine is the opposite. I suppose I didn't really know the motive and figured this was the easiest way I could jump right in. I have read and even RPed with Automagfreek before, being a long time ago, but I enjoy reading this and thought I could join in. I do apologize for the inconvienance.

OOC: You can jump in and I have no objections, but Melkor is more or less the 'host' of this thread. So it's up to him.

Post coming abit later, kinda tired today.

Had Alkanphel known all along that things would come to this? Or perhaps Lord Melkor had more Farsight than Damien had anticipated. Either way, the pair moved forward to the tune of gibbering orcs behind them. Something had agitated them besides Damien's presense, and that kept him on his guard as they contined to walk further and further away from Lord Deadfire's plane until it appeared as a mere speck on the horizon.

Alright Alkanphel, it has been awhile since two such villains as ourselfs saw eachother face to face. I cannot say that this situation does not worry me, because it does. Things are at work here that are of a higher doing, for never in a thousand years would the Enclave of Farseers have seen this coming. APTO is nothing now because of the actions of a certain few, and the newly crowned Excessively Armed 'Imperium' of Automagfreek is looking to get some payback. My only question is what does the 5 Kingdoms stand to gain from this situation besides the dissolution of an old foe?

Your thoughts, Alkanphel? Or perhaps your master would have a word with me?

OOC: Sorry for the bunk ass post.

"My Master?!" the Maia hisses, clenching his fist, flinching as if to strike Dreadfire before checking himself a moment later. "No," he continues quietly, his tone suddenly more reserved. "Melkor rarely deigns to meet with foreigners, and I doubt he will be so quick to make an exception with you. If he does..." the Warlord pauses, arching a brow as he regards his companion, "I'd be more worried than anything else."

He leads Damien to a large oaken door which is pulled open by a pair of Olog-Hai as they approach. A large stair crafted of stone decends into the dimly lit environs below, and hisses and orc-calls can be heard in the distance. Shadows play against the walls in the torchlight as they descend, and occasionally the wide hall fills with the sound of scuttling feet. "We stand to gain much, of course," he says after a pause to gether his thoughts. "Rightly or wrongly, your nation holds a certain amount of..." he gestures vaguely with his left hand, "prestige. Prestige that has already brought Arda two additional allies, and the possibility of more. No doubt Melkor will at some base level question their loyalties, whether he knows it or not. He is likely to demand fealty of them, and possibly of yourself as well. I'm not certain how wise this is, but his ways are his own. Seldom do we get such...direct and overt defections such as these."