NationStates Jolt Archive

The Westwind Citadel was demolished. Following the slaying of Azrael by the hands of his own father, The Advocate's home that was built on the ruins of Dawn's Cathedral was torn down to it's very foundations. The standing order was to rebuild Dawn's Cathedral brick for brick and place all the ancient artifacts that were once housed inside back in their rightful resting places. It seemed as if peace has finally returned to the weary lands of Automagfreek.....but the keyword there is 'seemed'.

Lord Dreadfire had spent his days helping to rebuild what was destroyed in the second AMF civil war, and his nights mourning the losses he had suffered. His son...dead at his own hands. The One...missing for another 6 months until his soul made the round trip back to this realm. His Empire...on the rocks. Throughout the late night hours he would walk the ULE Cemetery and remember the days of old, the days when he was with his son. His whole world was torn upside down, but strangely enough the only words that filled his mind were that of the old crone... the witch lady that lived in the Seastone Palace in Pantera.

Your destiny is to reign in fire, Destroyer. You are one to shake the earth, and leave your echoes in eternity. The screams of millions will be your song, and the flame your champion.

But wait... Dreadfire said to himself as he paused to rest on a large gravestone. The crone was wrong...her foresight was not correct... The black clouds in the sky quickly withdrew moments later, revealing a full moon. It's eerie light played off the fog trails that encircled the graveyard, and the sounds of owls and other creatures of the night was all that could be heard. It was in that moment that Damien remembered the rest of the sentence that the old crone had barked at him. You will rule your land, but the cost will be too great. He put his hand to his forehead and cursed his ignorance, for she was not referring to the campaign against the Automagfreek Nazi Party....oh no.....she was referring to something else.

The Enclave of the Farseers departed the shores of Automagfreek before the spiritual turbulence, never to return again. Their chambers remained sealed off and abandoned, but Damien knew of the secret passages and corridors that the winding castle had. He walked through the graveyard and towards the exit, and with each step he took he could hear the voices of the people resting inside their graves, and they were calling his name. Great screams of torment and cries for help filled his ears, and the sound only intensified as he got close to the cemetery gate. The moment he passed through it's old black steel doors the sounds instantly stopped.

A short walk was all he needed before he arrived at the Enclave's former chambers. The doors were closed firmly from both the outside and inside, but The Destroyer mustered all his strength and rammed them repeatedly with his shoulder and smashed into them with his mighty feet. A few attempts was all it took to send the oak doors screaming open, filling the main hall with a violent crashing sound. He walked up the grand staircase several dozen yards in front of him and took a left turn down a very long hallway. He remembered that a certain painting had a small hidden switch behind it, and after a few minutes of searching he found it. The larger painting that stood at the top of the staircase shifted and moved, revealing another set of stairs. Tons of dust and cobwebs blew out with the surge of fresh air, and Damien's heart began to pound ever so slightly as he entered the black unknown.

Moonlight came in through the single window in the ceiling and illuminated a round stone that sat on a pillar in the center of an empty room. One of the lost seeing stones, identical to the ones hoarded inside Melkor Unchained deep within Morgoth's clutches, was there in that very room. Although this stone did not show what specifically would happen in the future, it had the power to fill the mind of whoever touched it with images....images they had to interpret for themselves. After a deep inhale Dreadfire moved towards the stone and placed his right hand on in without hesitation, and his mind was immediately bombarded with images.

Flame and smoke was everywhere, and the dying screams of 10,000 souls rang out like a symphony. Artillery and bombs exploded on huge piles of human skulls, and the barking of machine-gun fire was all around him. Great pillars of flame shot up from the ground, and vile demons and packs of possessed dogs tore every living thing in sight to bloody shreds. Bodies fell from the clouds like rain drops, and they smashed violently into the pavement and into those who bled on the ground. A giant tidal wave of blood washed over the entire city, but yet none of the flames were quenched....if anything it only fueled the great blaze. Mighty warships and vast armies began to close in, yet in the middle of it all was a prince shrouded in shining armor. He drew up his sword and his rifle and charged the darkness headfirst, his movements calculated and his courage untainted.

Dreadfire removed his hand and fell backwards onto the cold dusty floor. You would think that one such as himself who had seen the things he had seen would be desensitized to such images, but he was not. The old crone entered his mind again, but this time it was so vivid that he her scent filled the room as her words ran through his mind yet again. And there you have it, Destroyer. Ruiner of men. Breaker of Nations. Scourge of the Earth. There is your destiny, laid out before you. Two paths, one of prosperity and oppression for your folk, the other of ruin and freedom.

Damien stormed back to the Great Hall and began rallying his Warchiefs and his best friend Hartman. The arrived not but moments later, and many questions they did ask the Warlord. He raised his hands and silenced them all, and he shared with them only a few words before gathering his combat gear.

My friends, my brothers, our lands still bleed. Just as the wounds were beginning to heal, I sense another storm brewing. The ravens are circling overhead and the wolves are slowly closing in...I can feel it in the very fibers of my soul. War is brewing.

Silence filled the room.

I do not know where this threat grows from or who is behind it, all I know is that the great Seeing Stone has shown me a great many images that I hoped would never return. It is now in this hour of flame and shadow that we must rise yet again. An animal is most dangerous when it is wounded, and although we as a nation are wounded there is still a great fight left in us. Even now the heathens of the world tremble and cower at the mention of my name, and women still weep and turn away when they see me round the corner. The end is not now, the end is not ever. Rally the tribes and the clans. Rally every last Sentinel, every last Death Dealer, every last Freek. Tonight is the night we say no! Tonight is the night we sing out in one voice that we will not go quietly into the night, and we will not disappear into the shadows. Tonight is a night of damnation and hellfire...of retribution and wrath...of doom and prophecy.


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The sky weeps tonight, our bodies washed away. I am waiting for you... Deliverance. The sun falls through the clouds....Hear my cries. I am waiting for you.......

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(This is among your best work yet, AMF, and that's saying quite a lot.)

OOC: You are Great! Oh man I want to RP with so bad! That was one of the best things I have ever read!

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I know I say this for all your posts like that but


I think I jest crapped meself

~Official Sharina Tag~

The Grand Palace of the Emperor stood high above in Voskvoy, the capital city of the empire. It was the tallest and largest building in the city that housed some 95 million residents. The marble building was coated in sheets of gold so that it glistened in the blisterring hot sun. Inside the palace a single messanger ran as fast as he legs could carry him through the empty long hallways. He slipped as he turned each corner, almost knocking down a nearby Imperial Guard. Finally he reached the Grand Imperial Chamber Door, which stood nearly twenty feet in height. The messanger paused for a and finally knocked on the immense door. Each knock was a loud thud; loud enough to wake anyone which was sleeping. A voice through the intercom system responded.

"Who is it?"

"I am a messanger from General Dorion, he says that-"

The noise of the large door slowly openning cut off the man as he was speaking. He waited paitently until the door was completely open. Immediately he was greeted by the sight of a dozen rifles pointed at him. A voice in the back spoke,

"Let him come in guards."

The men lowered their rifles, still keeping their fingers on the trigger. Another dozen men surrounded the emperor as the messanger approached him. He lowered his knee and dropped his head. Still resting on one knee and with his head down the messanger spoke.

"Emperor, General Dorion of the Northern Armies reports rumors of a possible war in Automagfreek. The rumors haven't been verified, but intelligence has confirmed the possible mobilizations of several nation's armies."

The messanger reached for his military standard issued knapsack and pulled out several dozen satellite images, and a written report. A guard took the papers and handed it to the emperor. The emperor quickly glanced through them.

"Interesting indeed. You have done well to deliver this to me messanger. I will see to it that you make your voyage back to the general in a more convenient matter."

The messanger bowed and left the Grand Chamber room. The emperor turned to one of his nearby aides.

"Jack get the Council of War together in my Meeting Chamber. I want all of them there within two hours. Also fax the satellite photos to them while you're at it."

"Very well emperor."


The Council of War had gathered in the Meeting Chamber under two hours. They all sat at their appropiate seats, waiting for the emperor to speak. Once the emperor saw that everyone was present and that everyone was settled in he spoke.

"Now, I know all of you have seen the satellite photos. I would like to hear what some of you think of the situation."

General Dorion, who had sent the satellite images to the emperor stood up.

"I believe that as allies we must mobilize our military for a possible war in Automagfreek. We are obligated to protect all members of NATO as the charter dictates. If you will allow me emperor I would like to personally lead the mobilization and the eventual expedition to Automagfreek."

As the general sat down Secretary of Defense Joesph Maggio stood up, and spoke.

"To be honest gentlmen I think we are being a little too anxious for some combat. A full mobilization of our military would take quite some time, not to mention that we have no real proof that Automagfreek is going to get attacked anyway. If we mobilize and then no war breaks out we would have spent billions of manillas for no reason. I believe we should monitor the situation further and develope a strategy once all the information has been gathered."

The secretary sat down and quietly took a sip of his water. There was an awkward silence in the room. Finally General Frank Tully stood up and spoke.

"After hearing what the general and secretary have to say I suggest that we compromise. Mobilize our armies, but do not prepare to send them to Automagfreek. If we do this we can save billions and still maintain a military level of alert. Granted that if Automagfreek is attacked we will respond in more time, but that is better if no war breaks out while we are fully mobilized. I believe if we send a heavily armed peace keeping expeditionary unit, along with a small fleet we can still support our ally with actual combatants while not sending a massive amount of men and equipment. If further intelligence shows a military attack to be developing against Automagfreek then we send more men. This seems the most logical way to me."

The general sat down. All fifteen members of the Council now looked towards the emperor. Finally the emperor spoke.

"After listening to all of the suggestions put forth by the Council I believe that General Tully's decision seems more rational. I want our satellites to be constantly taking pictures of the mobilizing nations, and have three marine divisions ready for immediate mobilization to Automagfreek. General Dorion if this situation escalates to war you will lead the armies of teh Ninjas. Does anyone wish to add anything? Good. Secretary Maggio will make the transmission to request for permission to land peacekeepers in Automagfreek land. This meeting has ended"

Slowly the members of the Council of War gathered their belongings and returned to their appropiate outposts.

Secured Transmission To Automagfreek
Our intelligence has heard rumors of a possible invasion on Freekish soil. Though these reports can not be proven one can not be too certain whether a foe shall attack or not. Therefore under Imperial Command a three division strong Marine Expeditionary Unit, along with a 70 strong ship fleet is to prepare to move into Automagfreek to act as peacekeepers. A majority of our military is also mobilizing itself on Ninjanian soil in preparation for possible war. If war does indeed break out you can count on many more men to join in on the fight. If you do not need the "peacekeepers" or if you require more men all that you have to do is ask and it shall be done.
Emperor Misha Takenski
Ruler of the Democratic Empire of Teh Ninjas

The wind had whipped the sea up into a froth, but the waves barely rocked the behemoth warship. Along the deck, bearded men milled about, some grumbling, some joking, all idling the day away.

It had been like this for a week and more. The Reavers restless after being aboardships for so long, the Lords and officers infected by the tension in their men. And in the center of it all was the Evenstar, alone in his cabin as he had been since word of Dreadfire's triumph had reached him.

The Crone had been wrong, and for the life of him, he did not understand it. The warlord had triumphed before the Evenstar could land, defying the old woman's prophecy, and everything that Dayne himself had come to believe as true.

It baffled him, and for the moment, he was indecisive. His fleet was amply supplied, and could sit at anchor a month or more. But, his warriors were another matter. Always volatile, they bordered on explosive at the best of times. After weeks aboardship, denied the plunder promised them, and their young talisman, their king, unsure of the situation, things were beginning to look grim.

But the flurry of activity ashore aroused his interest. Not the usual post-war resting, but a burst of armed activity that smacked of a trickle of mobilization, seemed to stretch over the grand scale of Damien's Warchiefs. What was Dreadfire up to now? Quelling yet more internal turmoil? Dayne doubted it. Rayne had been dealt with savagely, and any others with thoughts of red-rebellion would be silent for awhile. No, this was something else entirely, and he did not like being left in the dark.

Still, if Dreadfire wanted to be silent... Snapping his fingers, the Evenstar came to a decision. The situation in AMF was still far too delicate to be abandoned, yet he was worried. Dreadfire might be a madman, but he -was- definately a solid weight in the balance of world power, and such a hotbed so close to Pantera was worthy of his attention, ally, Blood Pact, or not...

His fleet sat at anchor, its home just across the channel, yet, it would be easy enough to trap his warships in the defile between the AMF and Panteran mainlands. His mind crawling over the situation, Dayne barked for a messenger...

And less than twenty minutes later, a dozen ships broke away from the main fleet and set sail westward, toward the quickly fading sunset, into open, international waters. An assortment of carriers and destroyers sailed along with the iron fist of the Reaver Fleet, the six-strong Vanguard of Dayne's Plunder class warships. The carriers' AtmosFighters strafed the skies overhead, keeping careful watch over the surrounding skies, while beneath the waves a pair of subs sounded the black depths of the ocean.

Dayne was taking no chances. Something was wrong.

Bump for the night.

~Tag, IC post coming.

Vastiva had kept her word, and had withdrawn her forces...

...from aiding Damian.

There had been no word of leaving international waters, and it was there the same four Pierpont submarines patrolled, still at their earnest game of shadow tag.

Far away, the General sat, watching her threat board, weighing her options. It would have been easy to dump this in Sinjin's lap - if Sinjin were there, but tonight and for a time he was elsewhere.

I leave things in your hands, Riva. They are most capable.

His last words to her still rang in her head.

She watched the display, thinking.

Internal Memo to Nassanuella Port

Effective immediately, the humanitarian aid convoy is to set sail for AMF waters. Catapult escorts are to be deployed accordingly.

Deply all Lionfish and resecure perimeter.


Encrypted Transmission to Tudrussel Platform

Condition Orange-2. Utilize Larry 3000s according to Dumpsterdam protocol.

[ooc] Oh, man... tagg'ed for reading value. (and because two biggest allies are 'interested'...good to know what's going on.)

A calm sea breeze blew over the conning tower of the Revenant as captain Zudeki and first officer Magelan climbed up, their thick coats barely keeping the night cold out. Magelan rubbed his gloved hands together, taking night vision binoculars from one of the watertight compartments on the conning towers bridge he scanned the horizon.
“Nothing, yet.” He sighed, taking the binoculars from his eyes. “For such a large ship it is hard to catch.”

Captain Zudeki sighed as well, small puffs of hot air from his mouth condensing in the night the Sentinel was a bitch to trace down. “Any reports yet from TACCOM?”
“Yes captain, the radio officer is working on the decryption as we speak.” A sailor climbed up the ladder leading to the conning tower, handing the first officer a piece of paper containing the message.

TACCOM FLASH

DRN Revenant, you are to proceed to grid #45/46 and ready deployment of your SLBM arsenal. Target military installations, troop concentrations and coastal fortifications, clearance to engage NATO shipping as well.

Standing orders will be set on an All Hands To Battlestations until further notice, do not move into territorial waters and avoid contact with NATO surface and submarine force. A final FLASH message will be sent containing the launch codes if the Empire so desires it.

END MESSAGE

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Unidentified Location 1000 meters beneath Obsidia

The dark room was filled with subdued action, half a dozen MoD officals scurried about the room without making a sound. At the large table in the center of the room three men sat, looking over the developing situation in AMF.

Lord Rosecrans was the first to speak. "What's the current status of the situation?"

General Lowell, the Minister of Intelligence, handed his two colleagues several folders. Each folder was marked --CODE WORD ONLY--, ALPHA ONE CLEARANCE OR HIGHER. As the two other men began to skim the pages of the reports Lowell continued. "Intelligence indicates that this could develop into a level three event. We're already positioning resources should the future unfold unfavorably."

"Alright," Rosecrans said as he continued to thumb through the files, "I'll give the orders. Once we have something more substantive I'll pass this along to the Vicereine." He put the folder down on the table. "As of right now nothing about this leaves this room."

The third man sat quitely at the table. He was dressed in a nondescript business suit and dark grey overcoat. The man looked like any one of millions of middle aged industrialists or bankers. He was truly ordinary looking, perhaps hyper-ordinary. The man had no distinguishing features, no unique traits. It was as if his body was a mere vessel, washed clean of its humanity.

He stood up and began to silently walk away. He made no sound as his shoes hit the ground.

"Mister Saunders," Lowell asked, "where are you going?"

'Mister Saunders' was the name he took out of mere convenience, the identity he crafted for himself. Officially, the middle aged man didn't exist in any country. No DNA, no fingerprints, no pictures of him existed anywhere. He was a phantom, an echo.

Without turning around Saunders stopped. He pulled out a cigarette and lit in. Taking it to his lips he spoke a hallow, whispery voice to the General. "I've got a war to win."

-tag-

Justinian's Imperial and Holy Tag

It is a unfortunate fact that within the system decision are made not in the lofty reaches of open parliament, where ideals are revered above all pragmatism and representatives of the people decide the fate of the people in good faith.

No, if you were to look there you would find a facade, a mockery of power. Official statements made to the state run press would yield nothing more than propagandised space filler. It is in the secret places of this world, where in the midnight hours in hushed conversations are the plans made and the plots laid. It was in such a place, the M.P.S.A headquarters of Sangradia that the fates of millions was debated and planned, human life reduced to lines on a map.

In the half light, an operative peered over his comrades shoulder. Squinting he could make out numbers on a page of manuscript, lists of thousands. His comrade grunted and shifted his person, obscuring the view. No trust amongst spies or thieves he observed with an ironic grin. He returned to his desk, and made a calculation. Five hundred and eighteen ships. His thick lips parted to reveal a toothy grin, the rot long set. He was just a cog in a vast bureaucracy that would send men to die on a Freekian field, just a pawn in a game of power conducted between those chosen few, the most powerful men and women in the world.

His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden flush of action, the oil lamps flickered and an augmented shadow was cast against a stone wall. He stood to attention, a loose salute hanging by his ear. This was the shape of Gillian Calymath, one of the most influential members of the Privy Council. She strode stooped into the little room, pushed a greying hair behind her ear and with a proclamation held in her hands. Her gave a quiet ahem, and the whole room fell into silence. Even the M.P.S.A recognised the power of the Privy Council, the voice and the body of the Dread Lord himself.

“I come with a message from the Dread Lord,” She announced, her steady voice commanding respect from the lackeys of the secret theatre. An Overseer spoke, his thick voice rasping from a gas damaged throat, a relic of Camewot war.

“What does our Lord command?” He asked. Calymath turned to face him, her tone unchanged but a hint of fatigue permeated her voice. She would have many more trips to make this night.

“Koda, The Dread Lord of the Mountain Hall” she began, before a wave of tiredness hit her and she had to steady herself before continuing, “Demands that you unleash fire.” She paused, letting the next words roll off her tongue as she watched the response of the assembled men, “Fire, and” she dropped the bull into the silent china shop “Brimstone.”

The effect was immediate. Each operative bowed and, in silence, shook Calymath’s hand. The work was redoubled at a faster level than before. War was coming to Momanguise.

==

All fourteen Commanders of the Army, as well as the Commanders of both the Navy and the Air Force, were assembled around the oak table in the IDDG's Ministry of Defense building. Lord Edgar, Greenmanbry's Minister of Defense, was wrapping up his briefing.

"Both the interests of our Lords and the integrity of the IDDG Armed Forces are on the line. Several key allies have already pledged financial and military aid to Dreadfire. We have refrained ourselves from pledging financial support to Automagfreek simply because we cannot afford it. The economy is still very strong, but our fiscal crisis has subsided only half a decade ago. I want you to evaluate the status of our military: how fast we can mobilize everything, how strong we are, where the different branches are operating currently, etcetera etcetera."

He turned off the projector and exited the room, leaving the Generals in stunned silence. The IDDG had barely made it back on its feet, and here was Edgar announcing that Greenmanbry is shifting its entire resources to support a total war.

Lord Maybury started muttering audibly, "Bullocks. We have 900 ships in the Navy, 700 are in need of a massive re-fit. They are spread out in various colonies, and he wants me to mobilize each and every one of them."

Maybury then looked towards Langley, seated at the other end of the table, "Say, Langley, your planes are already bullshit. Why don't you give the Navy several trillions instead of wasting it on your decrepit birds?"

The Army Generals started to chuckle. Maybury can joke around about the Air Force, but not the Army. The IDDG Army was the pride of Greenmanbry, and Krekar's preferred branch. Making jokes about the poor state of the Army's equipment was generally considered "unwise".

Maybury watched as the concerned Army Generals filed out of the room and a disgruntled Air Force Marshall buried his face into his hands.

He sighed as he lifted himself from his chair and proceeded to the door. War. He was afraid Krekar would get a bit too comfortable with it.

Schultarian Intelligence Directorate: Foreign Clandestine Service Branch (SID-8) Report

To the Esteemed Triumvirate Directors of Schultz, Covey, and Haarvekord:

At approximately 23:17 SST three days ago, SID-8 radio observation satellites and shortwave transmitter stations were alerted to increased transmission traffic from anonymous, non urban, locations within the Nations of Aust, Dumpsterdam, and Farmina. The size and locations of the generic transmission sources were variable, but gauging from the sheer volume of traffic intercepted via the OMTIN and OGENN satellite arrays within the Schultarian global communication network, this heightened transmission activity provoked further investigation.

Compared to what has been determined as a "normal" day of communication between the three nations, the amount of radio and microwave intercepts SID-8 has received suggests increased activity of 40 to 55%. What is also concerning is the location of said transmissions; of the increase in data volume, virtually none of it has been attributed to civilian matters or (by our best estimates in source triangulation) sourced in known transmission stations. The majority of radio intercepts appear to be sourced within well concealed locations around installations classified as having extreme military potential.

After identifying the sources of extraneous transmissions as potentially militaristic in nature, SID-8 has engaged in extensive photo and radio surveillance of the region. So far, massive mobilizations of personnel and material have been noted within the borders of all three nations, coupled with increased naval activity in nearly all large port facilities in the observed areas. In addition, the total number of recorded radio intercepts from Aust, Dumpsterdam, and Farmina now total some 1.28849*10^10 bytes of information; at the present time, decryption of these transmissions is progressing at a steady, but slow, pace of 1.1*10^4 bytes per minute.

Once more information can be presented for perusal, we shall notify you immediately; however, we believe it in our best interests to prepare for any contingency. It is the suggestion of the SID that member nations of NATO should be contacted immediately concerning potential conflicts between these three nations. In addition, it is within our interests of national security to determine the intentions of this military movement; forthright contact with Austian diplomatic representation in Schultaria Prime is advised.

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One, Two, Three... Tag!

Securia tag

"The spirit of The Dread Fires lives within the soul of all mankind. The Eternal Flame of Life, that cannot be extinguished....the origin, of which cannot be explained. The answer lies in the everlasting spirit. Soon the entire world will witness the rebirth of The Dread Fires. I will not, I cannot, and I will never rest in peace."

The streets were a mess. Tanks and troops filled the major roads, moving heavy equipment that was recently pumped off the war time assembly lines to the outer and inner defenses. Though they knew not what they were doing, nobody dared to question the orders of the man that purged Rayne from the realm of the living yet again. Bad feelings and hunches were not things Dreadfire took lightly, for his unworldy connection to The Other Side and his numerous black arts had not lead him astray yet.

Anti-air defenses were increased 125%, giving true meaning to the title 'Excessively Armed Empire'. Damien ordered his underground coastal guns repaired and increased in number, and his dominant automobile industry immediatly shifted into wartiem production and began pouring out MBT's like water. With the trillions in foreign funding, there was no ceiling on Dreadfire's budget, and he indeed spared no expense. The Warchiefs began going tribe to tribe, clan to clan recruiting Freeks both young and old to come to the aid of their nation. The major tribal and regional militias were activated and put on high alert, and armed neighborhood patrols were run nonstop around the clock. Special care was taken to guard the tribal weapons caches, and each Freek who stepped forward to do their part received an assault rifle and enough ammunition to start World War 6. Excessively Armed indeed.

But through all the commotion a singular thought entered Damien's head. In the vision he saw another figure, a female, come towards him. In one hand she held a sword dripping in gore, and in the other she held an olive branch. In the vision Damien had a choice, to take the sword or the branch. But that was where the vision faded away, and he could see no more. All he knew was that the woman that would be coming to Automagfreek would be to force a decision on Dreadfire: peace, or war. The decision was not in the hands of anyone but him, and although some would say that time is of the essence in this situation, he knew that he had all the time in the world. For he had the trump card....sitting in a cold cell in the Halls of the Dead.

For now, he would watch the skies and seas and wait for this woman, whoever she was. No feast or grand ceremony would mark her arrival, but instead a darkened throne room would be her conference hall....and a feiry Warlord would be her host.

Encoded Transmission from Nassanuella Port to VAS HQ

501st Relief Convoy underway. ETA two days at maximum speed. Catapult in place.

o.o.c. Sorry, I haven’t had much time. When I typed this up last night it was DEETed. Anyways, my post, which will be here later tonight, will take place at the same time as AMF’s first post.

Rosian Intelligence said one thing. Space was involved. Alot of it. It also said another thing, war was coming. It would be more brutal then the first massive coalition, but this would be a different war. It would be, a defensive war. And and a nation would rather be defending then attacking, and knowing the Freeks, it would be a bloody bloody war.

The enemy? Dumpsterdam, an Empire. Leading a coalition of for now unknown nations, their mission is simple. Utterly destroy Automagfreek at all costs. But of course, NATO, Metus, and other nations will not allow this. The Imperial Commonwealth will not allow this either.

That is why they deployed 20 Battlefleets, that equals 500 ships... 500 ships ready to defend Automagfreek to the death. And to connect this massive Armada? The Hattensberg Class Super-Dreadnaught. Made specifically for defensive actions, it was the perfect Command Ship. And inside these ships were five Rosian Armies. 400,000 Soldiers ready to die for a nation. The biggest foreign deployment in Rosian History. Of course the space front wasn't any different.

Orbital weaponry was activated, the seven stations were either pointing at Dumpsterdam or the Dumpian stations. R/SF-1As were being constructed as to combat any spacial fighters. They would be black, and would have RAM for stealth. They would be faster then any of the prototypes.

Of course the fleets were yet to arrive, the soldiers yet to land, and the fighters to be built. Time would tell if the Rosian assistance would help or do nothing.

Only time.

(AMF you can RP the ships arriving at the docks anytime ye want.)

Krekar sat in his War Room underneath the Sahara, away from all the commotion of the capital city. He looked at a variety of maps, each focusing on a theatre of operations.

Myriad images were created in his mind as he began to think of dozens of different, hypothetical scenarios.

"Navies..." he managed to mutter to a silent Minister of Defense standing at his side, "All battles will unfold at sea.." His eyes suddenly grew distant and weary as he stared beyond the maps and into nothingness, "The sea will claim many, many lives, Edgar. Many lives." Lord Edgar did not respond. He was shaken by the uncertainty in Krekar's voice. Too scared to breathe, he stood still and waited for his master to go on, "What is the best super battleship on the face of the earth, Edgar?" In his mind, Edgar began to remember the many briefings Maybury had given him throughout the years, "It would be very hard to give you one name, Lord. Every country has its own bastard child of science and war. Automagfreek's new Sentinel is powerful."

Krekar remained still, "My question to you, Edgar, is this: Are our Calypsos out of date?"

"Definately not, Lord. Our one-kilometer giants are still fine vessels. They certainly can cope with what our enemies can throw at us."

"Then send them to Automagfreek, Edgar. All eight of them. Leave the two Freedom-class fleets in our waters, send the Calypsos to Automagfreek, along with their escorts, everything. Order Maybury to initiate {G-OP 012} and get the bloody behemoths moving. Shift factories to wartime protection, tell Langley that his Air Force will be the only branch of the Armed Forces defending this country from invasion. Every transport you can get your hands on - I want readied for accepting Army units, is that understood?"

"Shouldn't we clear this with Damien Dreadfire first, Lord?"

"See to it that he is notified immediately."

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== Level of Encryption - Maximum ==

TO: Lord Damien Dreadfire, Supreme Warlord of the Excessively Armed Empire of Automagfreek
FR: Krekar the Terrible, Lord of the IDDG
RE: Military support

This message is of utmost importance. Mobilizations of the IDDG Navy are underway. The IDDG Navy has been instructed to head towards Automagfreek to deter possible invaders. Greenmanbry requests clearance for the ships to enter Automagfreek's territorial waters to fight alongside the Excessively Armed Empire and its NATO allies.

I wish you peace, patience, and strength. May this confrontation end soon, and in your favor.

==

o.o.c. Sorry, I haven’t had much time. When I typed this up last night it was DEETed. Anyways, my post takes place at the same time as AMF’s first post.

I.C.

Tuesat sat at his desk thinking about Automagfreek. The civil war had, as with any civil war, drained the resources of the military and the civilian police. Therefore even in peace it was incredibly susceptible to chaos forming. He did however have close to 3 million ground troops sitting just outside AMF waters that could easily become peacekeepers. He decided to send Dreadfire a telegram


To: Warlord Damien Dreadfire of the Excessively Armed Empire of Automagfreek
From: Prime Minister Jim F. Tuesat of the Parliamentary democracy of Celack

Damien, you are Celack’s greatest friend and ally. We were more than willing to
Send forces to help you against Rayne. You however we not willing to receive it.

Now, in the aftermath, it is obvious that your military and civilian police have
Been decimated and the country could erupt in unrest again. Therefore I
offer you the Celackian military as a peacekeeping force to restore order. They
would be under your command and if you wanted them to leave you
would only have to say the word.

Respectably, you friend and ally
Jim F. Tuesat of Celack.


He hit the send button

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Kanosis sat in meditation, his prana open. He was trying to find out more information about the civil war he saw brewing in Celack. That’s when he felt a psychic presence far away. However it was loud enough to draw his mind over. He found that Dreadfire was emanating it. He entered Dreadfire’s mind, lightly so Dreadfire wouldn’t notice

Flame and smoke was everywhere, and the dying screams of 10,000 souls rang out like a symphony. Artillery and bombs exploded on huge piles of human skulls, and the barking of machine-gun fire was all around him. Great pillars of flame shot up from the ground, and vile demons and packs of possessed dogs tore every living thing in sight to bloody shreds. Bodies fell from the clouds like raindrops, and they smashed violently into the pavement and into those who bled on the ground. A giant tidal wave of blood washed over the entire city, but yet none of the flames were quenched....if anything it only fueled the great blaze. Mighty warships and vast armies began to close in, yet in the middle of it all was a prince shrouded in shining armor. He drew up his sword and his rifle and charged the darkness headfirst, his movements calculated and his courage untainted.

Kanosis saw it all. He was overcome and forced his way out of Dreadfire’s mind. Unaccustomed to such images, he vomited. He realized what this meant.

War was coming to Automagfreek.

He left his hall of meditation and sought out a phone.

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Director G-Mann of CI-7 sat at his desk pouring over intelligence reports on his desk. He had just received a report that spies in several nations had sent in information that the nations were planning to assault a NATO member. Who was their target was unknown at the present time. It was just interesting enough to make it to his desk but vague enough so that he couldn’t go to the PM with it. He was beginning to get a headache. Then his phone rang.

“Director Mann.”

“Hello Gerald, it’s Ghostvoice”

“Perfect timing. What do you have for me? Anything more on the possible civil war?”

“No. I have something of importance however. Automagfreek will soon under assault from unknown forces. It will be a slaughter.”

“Fitz, you just made my day.”

“Several things Gerald, One I prefer to remain anonomys, so you throwing my name around is not helpful, secondly, do you actually hate Automagfreek that much, that you wish that there are slaughtered?”

“No, no. It’s just I have a report here that several nations are planning to attack a NATO member soon, and with your information, I have a two and a two and it’s equaling four. This will help me convince the prime minister to mobilize. I believe we might even have a full-scale mobilization. We have not had something like that for over..”

“Fifteen years. Not since the fall of CapAp.Good day Gerald.”

“Good day Ghostvoice.”

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Tuesat had just sent his message to Dreadfire and had begun to sip his tea. His phone rang. He picked up.

“Prime Minister Tuesat.”

“Jim, Its Gerald. I have important information. Several nations are planning on assaulting Automagfreek soon.”

“Hmm. Do we have a reason?”

“Officially, no.”

“Your opinion?”

“One of the attacking nations is Dumpsterdam. I theorize that they are attacking AMF when it’s weak to rescue their emperor.”

“Thanks Gerald.”

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To: Warlord Damien Dreadfire of the Excessively Armed Empire of Automagfreek
From: Prime Minister Jim F. Tuesat of the Parliamentary democracy of Celack

Damien, since my last communiqué, I have received disturbing information. Your
nation will come under attack from several nations soon. I wish you to know that
I have the entire Celackian military willing to defend you. We will fight to the
last, to save a single freek life, wheater or not you want us.

If you do not want our forces in your land, then our fleet will sit 1 km outside
your waters and will defend it from any enemy forces. We will stand beside you.
This is a fight you shall not fight alone. This is how allies treat each other.

Your friend and ally
Jim. F. Tuesat.


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Military forces all of Celack where made active. Full mobilization had been declared. It had caused much talk, but the reasons were unknown as of yet. Many were suspicious.

A rider garbed in pure black, cape fading against the night sky, rode hard down the little known dirt path to Fedala. The hood of the cape stretched fully over his head, disallowing any view of his face, making him all the more eerie, and all the more mystical. His black steed panted, but gave no signs of trouble, as it galloped through the charred skies, tainted by the red and occasional orange glows of war. Indeed, this world had been ripped apart by wars and its aftershocks, and neither this generation, nor the next, deserved another. However, there was little a human could do about his own character, and consequently the Black Prince rode to his father with the urgent news. As the Black Prince trailed his steel sword, embossed with jewels found only in the deepest nooks of this fair planet, marked with a golden heron, clanged against the black steel plates which composed his armor, tightly strung across his thighs.

Before him the white walls of Fedala rose towards the heavens. Regardless of faith, God had seemed to betray his children as he retrated in the face of blood and iron below. His realm was falling apart, divided into lots by the warlords who claimed sovereignty. No matter, the Emperor would keep his love for the Lord and so the majestic walls, claimed to be built through the manpower of fifty thousand men, rose high above the ground, only eclipsed and bettered by the more modern center of the city.

It took a great deal of time for the Black Prince to arrive, however, he rode through the already open gates, prepared in advance for his arrival. Neither slowing down, or paying attention to those who filtered the cobble stone streets, he whipped towards the great imperial castle of Der Eingang von Hölle, and failed to stop until he had arrived.

When he arrived at the stables he ordered a servant to take his horse and he himself jumped off, armor clinking loudly. Some of the servants stared at him strangely. Indeed, no man had been seen in full armor for at least three hundred years in the lands that made up the Empire. He did not return the look and he left them, pondering in their own minds, making his way towards the entrance of the castle. The guards parted, letting him through, and he rushed up, moving through the winding hallways of Der Eingang von Hölle.

Finally, he arrived at his father's study room and pounded on the heavy set, dark, wooden doors, thicker than the walls of most buildings. They slowly opened, revealing a vexed Emperor, and the Black Prince took off his hood. Jonach I smiled and muttered,"My son, what news do you bear. Is it full of grace, or is it vile?"

The Black Prince stood serious and responded,"Father, the word comes from AutoMagFreek. It seems that they are stirring again."

Jonach looked away and sighed,"Is Damien insane? He has just escaped from the pits of a civil war."

"Indeed, my father. However, their strength is beyond this worlds. They stir, and with every step they take, the ground trembles."

The two nodded and parted, large wooden doors shutting behind the Black Prince. The young man would have much work to do in the coming days...

Bump for Dump.

Heh.

OoC: First off, the hacker problem has been dealt with, he'll be sorry he ever crossed my path in the first part. Now on to the RP...

This has been talked over with AMF, this is a diplomatic attempt to save the situation by the current Empress but it is not a cowardly way of OoC'ly getting out of this war. I am fully prepared to initiate offensive actions but both me and AMF agreed on adding some spicy diplomacy into it. So if this works out, everyone goes back to normal, if not I unchain yet another world war.

IC:
“No!” The cups, plates and assorted objects jumped into the air from the impact on the wooden table.
“You, will not go. It is like sending a child into a lion’s den!” Councillor Alfarius Damocales removed his gauntleted hands from the top of the table, crossing them in front of his chest.
The woman sitting across from him shook her head. “Oh really dear brother? And what is your plan then? Bring forth the Legions of the Empire and hope to defeat Dreadfire? You know just as well as I that our invasion forces would stand no chance whatsoever against that bastion.”

Erik twitched at the comments. “Be very careful Tanya, for you would do wisely not to call the Empire’s Legions weak, Empress or not.” The woman stood up from her chair, previously shrouded in darkness, revealing her face. “Oh? And what will you do, lock me up and throw the key away…”
“And that’s enough!” Councillor Erik Solar interrupted, his blue eyes shot across the table, linking with Councillor Dan Reranderas who was watching the show with great interest.

“You two are brother and sister, I have no problems with petty squabbles but do NOT drag the Empire down with you if you so must fight about your father’s release.”
Both Alfarius and Tanya sat down, even though Erik didn’t outrank either of them he was still their uncle.
“Now listen up, whoever has which title or position, I don’t care. At this point what I say goes and Tanya, you have the backing of the Council to speak with Dreadfire.” Alfarius shot a deadly glance at Erik, but to no avail and Erik simply smiled. “An escort will be provided…”

That night Tanya slept uneasy, strange dreams and visions, nightmares and horrors untold broke into her dream world. She awoke, breathing heavily and covered in cold sweat as she sat upright in the blue silk sheets. The one vision that had plagued her most stuck in her mind as it played back before her eyes time and time again; a man covered in fire…and brimstone.
In the dead of the night she rose from her bed, opening the doors to the hallway the four guards stood silent as ever. “Tell Marcus to report to me at once, lift him from his bed if you have too.” The first guard silently nodded, striding away with silent steps.

She closed the door again and picked up the clothes laid out for her, the blue ceremonial dress and the grey field cloak. Her eye slipped over the bodysuit, the HERO armour Erik had insisted she wear during her meeting. She slipped into her clothes, exited the door and stood face to face with her bodyguard; Marcus Wolf. “Rat’s charging up milady, I had your personal craft readied for launch as well as its escorts.” She nodded in satisfaction. “Then let us leave...”

TACCOM 3 ANGEL TRANSMISSION

By the Empress’s scribe,

In order to preserve peace and stability, to diffuse those plans set into motion and to avoid needless bloodshed I suggest that we come to some form of agreement regarding my father release. For every hour that passes the Empire amasses more forces, its allies mobilise and if this continues then war is all that we will have left to choose and millions will lay dead on both sides.

I am leaving the Isles airspace as this message is transmitted, my personal jet will arrive in a mere four hours on mainland Automagfreek and we shall see how willing the one of Fire and Hell is to talk to the one of Water and Heaven.

Empress Tanya Rift,
Keeper of the Light.

“And there will be war between Heaven and Hell.”

There simply was no way anyone could miss a flotilla of five thousand ships.

That the vast majority of the vessels were transports, freighters, and tankers would make no difference at all. It would most likely make things far worse, given the number of supertankers being sent - they would show up on satellites like the Great Wall of China.

Vastiva had sent her 12th Fleet in defense of this massive shipment - and already Fleet Admiral Sif Mesfin al-Din was wishing for a nice quiet assignment. Something less akin to herding cats. She had set her two carriers in the middle of the fleet, drawn a patrol of destroyers and frigates - and knew full well it was ridiculous to try to avoid being seen, or followed.

The best they could hope for was to be avoided.

She glanced at the mission clock – less then twenty four hours to go. So far, no contacts of note.

She sent off a quick prayer her luck would hold.

Let her come.

Dreadfire's words were quiet, yet they boomed throughout the throne room. Hartman complied silently with a bow of his head before exiting and sending the reply message from The Destroyer himself.

~From the desk of Lord Damien the Destroyer, Supreme Warlord of the Excessively Armed Empire of Automagfreek~

Indeed time is a precious commodity, one that none of us have left. The Dread Fires seeth and burn with every passing second, and the creatures of the night flock to it's beckoning call. With every tick of the clock the Sentinels and Freeks grow stronger, massing every last ounce of might we can muster. Every tock is another countdown to...destiny....inevitability.

You come to plead for the life of your father, and come you may. Bring not soldiers or arms, you will not need them here. A single white cloth and a ready heart will be all you need, for you are about to step foot into the place where nightmares are born. You are but a calf wandering into the viper's nest.

The hopes and dreams of your entire Empire rest on your shoulders, but it will be the graces of The Destroyer that decides the next course of action. Automagfreek stands ready, more ready than it has ever been. The hammer will fall with crushing force upon the snap of my fingers, and through the burning fires of war my armies will cleanse the Earth of your existance.

This is the reality you face, this is the destiny you face. You will not be harmed on your voyage to Automagfreek. You will be allowed to land at St. Freeksburg, alone and unarmed. If any trace of weaponry, including chemical and biological, are found on your person, you and your father die. You will be searched from head to toe by my Sentinels, and from there you will be blindfolded and flown by my personal jet to ULE City. May whatever Gods you believe in be with you, because nothing else can save you from this. The window for negotiations is 48 hours. I suggest you leave now.

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---Damien the Destroyer---
-Supreme Warlord of AMF-

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The streets across the nation were alive like never before, moving equipment and ammunition towards the defense grids across AMF. Out at sea, the Sentinel prowled the waves alongside every combat ship own by Automagfreek, and deep beneath the seas Resi Corp crawlers sat in silence, scanning the waters for activity. Airspace was restricted and combat patrols were being performed around the clock. The 8 remaining Warchiefs readied their Sentinel legions with all reserves active, and their numbers swelled in the millions. Tribal and clan militias were also on full stand by, and neighborhood weapons caches were opened. AMF was ready for Hell itself.

The standing order at sea was to allow the jet from Dumpsterdam to fly directly towards the mainland, alone and unharmed. The jet would be tracked via satellite and tagged on every radar screen to ensure it's safety. Every Automagfreek ally present was given specific instruction and rules of engagement, and Lord Dreadfire himself made it clear that anyone disobeying these orders would be the next to feel his wrath.

NATO Encrypted Send to AMF

Damian,

Would that Sinjin himself could convey this request; it is most unfortunate he is not present at this time, and has requested to remain incommunicado except in the most dire emergency.

In the interest of allowing your full focus to be upon your military in this time of potential crisis, and in view of the carnage wrought not only by the fighting but also by the aftereffects of significant biological and chemical warfare, Vastiva requests permission to dock a humanitarian aid convoy wherever you wish. This we provide as part of our duties as an ally - if it is not wished at this time, we will certainly turn it around and not violate your will nor your waters.

At the time this is received, we estimate our flotilla will be at these coordinates, approximately twenty-two hours from arrival and twenty hours from approaching your waters.

It is not our intention to displease you, nor to infer any shortcoming on your ability to provide for your people. It is entirely our intention to live up to the oath we gave in alliance.

We await your response, humbly.

Namaste,
Raahmid Javani
Grand Vizier
Humble Servant of His Magnificence, the Sultan of Vastiva

Tanya sighed, she had a single strand of hair dyed white, for carrying a flag would be out of the question for someone in her position. Marcus walked into the passenger cabin of the jet, carrying a tray with two cups of tea and a rather large bowl of milk. “So I am not allowed to escort you?” He was guessing more then asking, but he was indeed correct. “Yes.” Tanya said in a whisper

“No men or arms, and Marcus you are both. But Dreadfire did not mention anything else among the living.” She smiled and extended her hand besides her chair, petting the tiger lying next to her, the creature being several times larger then a normal one.
It purred, causing Marcus to flinch, he did not like cats, especially those bigger then a grown man.

The pilot came on the intercom, informing them there where approaching Freekian airspace.
Milady, we are approaching Freekian airspace, the escort will have to turn back here, do you wish to proceed?
“No turning back.” She whispered to herself. “Proceed.” She said, louder then the last time.

At once milady. The intercom clicked, indicating the connection was cut.

Where there was first only one rather large jet, there where now fourty-five contacts, jumping on radar screens as the Ravens disengaged their optical camouflage and radar stealth. The long range interceptors darted from their positions around the jet to peal off at the border of Freekian airspace.

St. Freeksburg Tower Controll, package delivered, take good care of it, Interceptor Squadron returning to carrier Ulatasters Revenge.

All the while the jet soared at supersonic speeds towards the mainland, its cargo safe and secure, for now. Two members of the Special Forces or Black Ravens where onboard as well, checking their gear as the jet touched down at St. Freeksburg airport.
The blue jet, carried several symbols, indicating it to be from the Empire and in use of the head of state.

The door opened, falling down onto the hard tarmac of the strip, the five men inside watched as Tanya made her way down the steps with Rat following in closely behind her. She brushed the white lock of her hair away from her eyes, approaching whoever was in charge.
“Your lord mentioned no men and no arms, the tiger is neither and comes with me.”

OoC: Tanya, as seen here on the left and her sister Erica on the right.

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((OOC: AMF, again... Your style of writing simply amazes me. ICly, I'm glad Prince Rufus Mew had the foresight to make friends with Daimen, but I'm not so sure how he (Mr. Dreadfire, not Rufus Mew) thinks of the current Corporations... Which is why I'm going to make an IC post, along with this complimentary TAG. :D))


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Krowemohian Communication Relay Station, Cori's Gift
Outer Jupiter's Orbit

Hanging in space like a christmas ornament, the Communication Relay Station sat poised to intercept all the transmissions it could from Earth, filter, translate if needed, and relay back to Planet Krowemoh.

Of particulat interest were transmissions sent by former allies of Krowemoh during the reign of the Royal Mew Family, so long ago.

One of these was a collection of back and forth transmissions sent to and from AutoMagFreek, an ally of Krowemoh during both Prince Rufus Mew and his sister Janus Mew's reign.

Within the main communication blister of the Comm station sat ten computer terminals in a semi-circle around the Mother AI Matrix Super-Computer Terminal. As always, two Vector employees manned the terminals, reviewing any transmission Mother gave them.

"Auto... Mag... Freek... I remember reading about these guys in our old history books, back in Basic School!" The female technician exclaimed as she filtered through the decoded transmissions and the yet-to-be-decoded transmissions both coming from and going to AutoMagFreek.

"AutoMagFreek... Umh. Refresh my memory, would ya?" The male one asked, as he reserved his share of the transmission for reviewing.

"The Excessively Armed nation of AutoMagFreek is a nation governed by a madman dictator by the name of Daimen Dreadfire. I think he's commited mass genocide then any other human in recorded history."

"And umh... We were once allies with him?"

"Ayup. Seemed Former Prince Rufus Mew the First decided that it was better to be at the devil's right hand then in his path. Anyways, I think the Execs will want a look at this. Mother, group these transmissions, flag them, and relay them to the Vector Industries Department Head of Foriegn Relations. It deserve Gate Generator Priority, as well."

"Affirmative." Having done so many times already today, Mother took the transmissions, copied them into her personal Digital Storage Matrix, and relayed the whole group through the Gate Generator through to Krowemoh.

The reaction was only a matter of minutes, as a rushed replay came through to establish contact with Mr. Dreadfire, to see if the alliance still stood.
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((OOC: Everything above this line is considered IC Secret.))

Official Message to AutoMagFreek

To: Warlord Daimen Dreadfire
From: Kuro Gin
Subject: Discussing a Possible Renewal of the Krowemoh-AutoMagFreek Alliance

Greetings and Salutations. I am Kuro Gin, a Diplomat for Vector Industries, one of the three Mega-Corporations governing the Corporate Empire of Krowemoh. It is to our knowledge that Former Prince Rufus Mew the First established an alliance between ourselves.
With the deaths of the Royal Family, Krowemoh has now fallen under the rule of the Corporations, who enact peace and order through the Empire.

It has been brought to our attenation that your people may come under attack. In the spirit of renewing the alliance between ourselves, Vector Industries is willing to pledge a number of Heavy Cruisers, Orbital Weapons Platforms, and Aerospace Fighters for you to use as you personally see fit, and will continue to supply you with these for the duration of the possible war. These are gifts, and you have no obligations to return the units once this war comes to an end, or if no war happens.

May you walk on Warm Sands.

-Kuro Gin

She has defied you twice, M'Lord. Hartman said in a quiet and reserved voice. Damien growled and cursed under his breath before barking specific orders to Hartman, which were then promptly relayed to St. Freeksburg.

An armed Sentinel stopped the Empress in her tracks and starred her down with cold, emotionless eyes. The orders had just come over the radio mere seconds ago, and the Sentinel garrisons in the city were prepared to follow through with them. In a near robotic voice, the Sentinel began adressing the Empress.

You have not arrived under white flag of true, an international sign of non-aggression. You have also violated Lord Dreadfire's terms by bringing a potentially hostile creature with you. The Sentinel raised his rifle and pointed it at the tiger's head. You have 30 seconds to remove this animal from our sight or it will be dispatched. Furthermore, you will carry with you at all times a white flag, a marking in your hair is not sufficent. You have 25 seconds to comply. Do not test Lord Dreadfire's patience again.

The Sentinels around the checkpoint raised their rifles, and those manning machine guns locked them in and swung them around, pointing directly at the Empress and her escort. The anti-air batteries and coastal guns were then fully activated to fend off any potential retaliatory attack should the woman refuse to cooperate.

Back at the Great Hall, Damien watched via satellite to see what Tanya would do next. Certainly he could care less if she was dispatched on sight, and he could also care less if war erupted. This woman is here on my good graces, for normally I would have just marched my armies over each and every country that stands in my way and be done with it. If she tests my good will one more time, she will be put through the fifth level of Puritania, followed by her father.

Hartman swallowed hard and long, a single bead of sweat running down his forehead. Yes M'Lord, I will see to it personally that she cooperates.

[tag, I'm going to have to catch up on this.]

i have used a time traveling device to go back in time and castrate Damien's mother

he was never born and the course of politics has changed

OoC: Now that would be interesting now wouldn't it? But I'll pass...

IC:

Tanya turned her head around partially, nodding to her guardian; the creature turned around and simply left into thin air.
Patience? You mean wrath, for it is the only emotion he has. Tanya thought, but no matter if Rat left, another guardian angel would be closely in case something happened.

Her hand shot under her robe, revealing the empty pistol holster at her belt as she drew her hand staff. The top tied in with a white flag, not too small and not too large.
"Does this suit your requirements son of Dreadfire, or do I need to grovel to your wants even more?" She grinned as she stood alone on the tarmac and the five men inside the aircraft readied their weaponry, these sentinels where known to be rather impulsive and unstable in the Empire.

As she spoke with the sentinel her mind talked with someone else, crossing whatever meaningless distance there was between the two participants.
I know you can hear me Damnian, for you are not the only one gifted with such a mind. But let me ask you this, do I scare you? Are you so afraid of one woman that you require all this to guarantee your safety even though you know as well as I that I cannot harm you even if I wanted too?

But it was to be expected, once whatever your sentinels have in mind is over we will meet...

Simply precaution, girl. I would be a fool to not think the female creature cannot be cunning.

The message was brief and to the point, and not mere moments after the words echoed from his mind, Damien's modified SR-71B touched down at St. Freeksburg. Stepping out of the cockpit was Hartman, and after a 10 minute flight faster than the speed of sound he wobbled down from the plane. After a full x-ray, chemical, and biological scan was complete, Hartman gestured for the lady to board with him.

The two climbed inside and stapped in, and in a surge the plane roared to life and took to the windy skies of Automagfreek. Hartman leaned over to Tanya and, and over the noise of the engines he gave her some helpful advise.

Listen Tanya, I can see you like to play it tough, but that will not help you when you face Damien. Grown men, leaders of nations larger and more powerful than yours, have eaten their own words many a time at Dreadfire's hands. You come to plead for your father's life, no? Then choose your words carefully and do not get too pushy, or Damien will not hesitate to remove your head. I say this to you because that is how negotiations with him end: the other party gets too insistant.

You are about to go where most people would refuse to go. This country is a cursed land, and there are more things here that lurk in the shadows than mere men can tell. Your father's life is on the line, and if you rub Dreadfire the wrong way, then war will be upon us all. Do well, negotiate and reason with him, and you will return home with your father. Do poorly, be demanding and threatening, and you and your father both die...then war will erupt. I cannot give you any better advice than that Tanya. The evil that radiates from within him is more powerful than even he knows, and the creatures of the night are with him. Be careful Tanya, one false move....and it's all over.

The plane touched down at Damien's private airstrip at the rear of the Great Hall, and the entire structure dominated the landscape. The sun was beginning to set, and the colors of orange and deep crimson began to bleed onto the cloudless sky. This was it, no turning back for her.

"Admiral, our lead destroyer reports it is one hour from crossing into AMF territorial waters. Our SHARD drones have reported no contacts, nor have the LARGOs."

Too quiet... or maybe its a blessing in disguise... "Any word on our earlier message to Damian?"

"None, Admiral."

Nuts. "Inform the lead destroyer to turn and keep a position one mile from the boarder once reached should there be no countermanding order. At the worst, we'll create a line they can't miss."

~'with what'~ she neither asked nor thought about.

"I am very much aware of your leaders temperament mister Hartman, for it is a hard thing to look past when the world is already so at war. But do mistake the Empire for being weak, my brothers and uncles will lead their Legion's to hell and back if it is so required to save the one they love and look up too."

Tanya stretched out, the HERO skin armour began to accommodate for the new position she was in as she sat back down

"But I thank you for your advice anyway, although I already know how to deal with him, subtly and tact shall have to be my allies."

As the craft touched down and she prepared to leave she turned to Hartman once more tying it in with her mind's voice to Dreadfire. "Tell me, mister Hartman, do you believe in angels?"

"She went into Austomagfreek, alone!"William exclaimed upon hearing his aides report about his allies Emporess. "The fool!"

In Aust Damien was known to be a creature with no honour at all, and so the Emporer automatically presumed that she would be murdered or held prisinor. She really balives that there can be diplomatic way out of this crisis, maybe she will get Dreadfire to release her farther...

But in his heart William knew that she would not, for days now he had been having dreams of war and death, he knew others who had had the same dreams and visions, more farsighted than he but strangly they had seen less, he knew why, there destiny was not interwined as strongly with the coming war as his was.

A dark tied seeping over Aust, destroying everything in it's path he shook his head trying to clear the visons that came to him. As it closed in on Aust City a golden light drove it back. again the visions came to his head, unwanted and unbidden

"Sire, are you all right."

"Yes, I just need a lie down and some sleep." He staggered to his room and collapsed on the bed. Then he slipped back into the visions. "Not now," He muttered as he saw them, "Why now, just when I need to be certain of my course." With that he slipped into the inky darkness of his nightmares. The golden light changed into a prince, and when he saw the prince's face, he saw it was his. Then the darkness changed into dreadfire and they forght. Mountains where crushed and new peaks risens as blow after suddering blow crashed down.

Neather one could defeat each other and the battle raged for what seemed like eternaty until finally the golden Princes guard slipped and Dreadfires axe clove him in two. The Emporer screamed in his deams, The prince shattered into thousands of tiny fragments that where slowly overcome by the black tide. until one remained, but even as Dreadfire tried to crush it it spread and formed a new flame, spreading golden light over Aust again.

And so it was that William, Emporer of Aust saw his own death and the defeat of his people, but also saw the beggining of a new golden age.

Hartman shook his head and had but a single reply for her. Angels do not tread here. A private car arrived to take Hartman and Tanya to the entrance of the Great Hall, and after a brief drive the two were standing at the large front gate. Ceremonially clad Death Dealers opened the doors slowly, and the pair walked inside the faintly lit main chamber. The curtains were shut and only torches and thousands of candles filled the Great Hall with warming light. Hartman lead Tanya through the twisting corridors, past large paintings of ancient battles and long rows of battle armor.

As they approached Dreadfire's throne room, they noticed a sharp drop in temperature even though there were no open windows and the number of torches remained constant. Hartman paused as the two stood outside the large black obsidian doors, and sweat was visibly running down his forehead. He looked Tanya square in the eyes and gave her one final warning.

Tanya, I know you mean to go in there and be firm and strong, but you must be very careful. You think to show Dreadfire your resolve and reclaim what belongs to you, but sadly this is not the kind of game you can play here. Although he is my friend and my boss, Damien's presence steals the very warmth away from blood. Be very careful what words you choose, for in the mood Dreadfire has been in following the toppling of Rayne, he is likely to become easily agitated. I pray you Tanya, I do not want to see Damien toss your head off his balcony like so many others who said the wrong thing to him.

I am not your enemy here, but once you step through these doors I can no longer help you. I'm sure you can feel the evil, the vile aura that fills this entire land. Weather you believe in angels or not, the only thing that dwells in these parts are demons....wretched spirits....shadow and darkness. And beyond these doors made from black obsidian lies the master of all those things. Good luck Tanya, the lives of all your people ride on the choices you make inside this room.

Hartman opened the very large doors slowly, and a gust of wind blew out into the hallway, but strangely enough the torches did not flicker. Sitting several dozen yards away across the open floor was the Warlord himself. The white stone steps that lead up to his red obsidian throne were carved out like skulls, and the room was barely lit. The torches on the walls and the red glow of Damien's eyes were all that could be seen, and Hartman lead Tanya into the room before dropping to his right knee and bowing his head. Lord Damien the Destroyer, Master and Warlord of Automagfreek, I present to you Tanya from Dumpsterdam. Hartman was visibly shaking from the intense cold that filled the room, and his breath could be seen as he exhaled deeply.

Damien did not move from his throne, but instead gave a simple flick of his wrist. He did not shout, yet his voice boomed throughout the room and sounded as if it came from a hundred loudspeakers. Leave us. Hartman bowed his head and complied, and as he turned and exited the throne room he gave a final worried look to Tanya. The doors then shut, leaving the two alone.

He spoke not, but instead his red eyes gazed at her through the near darkness. After a few minutes of silence, he then blinked and drew a deep breath. Welcome to Automagfreek, birthplace of shadows and the land where fools come to die. What does one such as yourself have to say to the Dread Fires? Have you come to...treat with me? He chuckled deeply, and to Tanya it sounded as if the sound bounced it's way all around her and changed pitch from high to bellowing low. Speak now.

You know what I want Dreadfire and why I have come here. The determination in her voice was strong yet without the slightest hint of arrogance. Name your price for my father Dreadfire, for the Empire shall pay it.

She stepped forward into the room, something was making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and it wasn't the cold.
As we speak, the Empire mobilizes; its allies rally to my banner, the banner that I hold but not control. My brother and uncles are already preparing, for should I fail in any way or form then they will execute their form of “diplomacy”. I cannot stop them, alas for if I could I had but if I succeed then millions of lives could be spared on both side.

OoC: Short post I know but I have school in...shit, I'm already too late...

Dreadfire let loose another bellowing laugh, but remained seated. Many dragons have tried to lay siege to my kingdom, and all have met the same fate. Many warriors have risen up against me, and now they all reside in the realms of the dead. You speak of allies and great mobilizations, but yet I remain unconcerned. Dumpsterdam and it's allies are a mere speck of dust on my radar screen, nothing more. Idle threats of military action against the most dominant force in this modern world will get you nowhere.

Dreadfire then lowered his red eyes and exhaled loudly.What would you want with such a man? For years now he has spent every waking day in the Halls of the Dead. Day after day, listening to the screams of hundreds as their bodies and souls are torn to shred. Day after day, watching horros that no mortal man should ever see. I wager that by now he has gone mad, for there are more things that dwell in the Halls than flesh and steel. At night the Halls sit vacant for one reason, a reason that keeps even one such as myself away from it. Those lucky enough to spend the night and escape with their wits tell tales of a great many unspeakable sights. It is said that the Halls come alive when the moon is full, and the 10,000 permanent occupants that line the main corridor come to life. The Vault of Souls stirs, and the Tomb of the Mutilated spits forth spirits that make The Butcher look feeble in comparison. What would you want with such a man that has had these sights and sounds as his host for so long?

Although I suppose this matters to you not, the fact that until the day he dies, he will forever be tormented by his experience in the Halls. You say that you will pay any price? We shall see....we shall see what this man's worthless life is worth to you.

Damien chuckled again and shifted his weight in his throne, slightly entertained by the negotiations.

Is that the truth? If you do not concern yourself with the Empire, why do you mobilise, call forth your very last sentinels, tribal militia's and most importantly your warlords? I require no answer, since that is not why I came here for but if would give me one I would be quite statisfied.

Tanya bit her lip, the temptation to lash out at Dreadfire and tell him the truth was such a temptation, but she kept quiet.
My father is no mere mortal, things that will rip and tear apart a mortal do not even scratch him, such a assault on the mind is one that he will survive.She calmed herself down, the fire in her heart raged but she had to keep her cool, for this caveman was the only way to rescue her father without bloodshed.

And yes, the Empire will pay any price, within limits of course.
She couldn't believe she was bargaining with a man that had no honour whatsoever, not even keeping to a simple surrender and to stoop as low to annoy the Empire even more after it. More and more the fire raged, her heart pounded loudly within her chest, but once again she calmed herself down. Yet again so easily tempted to tear into this man and show him true strength...

OoC: Assuming that you've read my descriptions, Vespasius is capable of tipping a MBT so his daughters and sons(their actually modified clones since Vespasius can't produce offspring) have inherited some of that strength.

That and when was the last time you saw a 9 foot tall man?

SILENCE! Shouted Dreadfire, so loud that the room shook and debris fell from the ceiling. He then let loose a hideous laugh, and the wicked noise bounced from wall to wall, but this time it sounded as if it came from a dozen different people. Go on...do it. Lash out at me Tanya, I can see the embers rising inside you. He paused for a second and saw Tanya remain silent, and with a snort he continued.

Your Empire truely means nothing to me, and if I decide that this will come to war, AMF will trample over your nation and those of your allies. You know this to be true, you know in your heart that the fires inside you are but a mere candle to the vicious backdraft inside myself that is waiting to escape. Your father, you claim is not of this world. To you I say this: Immortal or not, in the Halls the creatures of the night will tear your soul apart. I dare say it, not even Morgoth himself would tread too deeply into the Halls, much less a craven dog like your father.

Dreadfire stood from his throne, clad in ceremonial battle armor. He moved in almost slow motion, and his feet clanked loudly as he took step after step towards Tanya. With no more than 5 feet inbetween them, Dreadfire towered over the woman and starred her down coldly, ice water pumping through his veins. Any price? Within limits? He paused for a second and ran his tongue across his teeth slowly, gathering his thoughts.I care not for riches or treasures, they only exist to fund my conquests. Unless you and your allies can come up with an exorbitant sum of money to sway my mind, I see no other alternative than for you....to trade your life for his. If this man is as great as you say he is, you would not hesitate. Unless of course you and your allies who mobilize against my indomitable Empire can come up with enough bounty to stay my wrath. You have 36 hours left for negotiations, if you need to make some calls Hartman will assist you.

Dreadfire turned around with a wicked grin across his face and moved back towards his throne. The lighting was so soft that it appeared as if Damien was literally drifting across the floor, and he ascended the stairs and resumed his place on the throne of Automagfreek.

(AMF, fleet recognition, please? :D)

OOC: When the time is right TIOR. Everyone just be patient.

(AMF, fleet recognition, please? :D)

OOC: *kick* I've got a multi-mile convoy outside his waters, and its still sitting there. Just wait. Besides, reading this is fascinating.

As Dreadfire closed in on her, the faint lines of white behind her back flared up, whatever passed for Dreadfire's aura flared up red while her's became white as ice outlining a faint trace of wings.

It would be to easy to lash out at you Dreadfire but unfortunately the satisfaction would not compare to the consequences of such a strike.

She listened to the two choices set forward, her life or a large bounty from the Empire to satisfy Dreadfire. The choice was easy, her body body would not weigh up to the amount of money that they would have to pay.

My life, for his, that is a deal. But. She paused. I want to see my father and talk with him, face to face before I go and I want your word of honour that he and his escort will leave this land unharmed, no strings attached.

Dreadfire scoffed, visibly not impressed with Tanya in the slightest. He clenched his fists tightly, causing his knuckles to crack before releasing his grip. Before any guaranties are made, before any promises issued, go first to the Halls of the Dead. Inform the Gate Keeper of who you are, and tell them Dreadfire himself sent you. Go now, see for yourself the shell of a man you call father....then we will talk further.

Dreadfire reclined in his throne and snapped his fingers crispy, and mere seconds later the mammoth doors to the room opened. 36 hours Tanya, use them well. Dreadfire then waved his hand and dismissed here, and as he did an armed Sentinel escort entered the room and motioned for her to come with.

The Halls were only a few blocks away, and instead of Damien allowing her to use his personal passageway from the Great Hall, he decided to let Tanya make the mile long trek down the corpse lined corridors and experience true terror for herself.

OOC: Sorry for the short post. Also, do not invite yourself into the Halls, once she arrives I'll take it from there.

But of course. Tanya turned, following the sentinels, before the doors slammed shut behind her she took a final look at Dreadfire.

She turned her head back forwards, to her escort. Move! The outburst didn't flinch the sentinels as they where made if not bred so to ignore such a thing, but at least it made her feel a bit better. She clasped the locket around her neck with her hands when they stepped into the first corridor she saw nothing, just extinguished souls where each corpse lay, the sentinels paced steadily ahead not even noticing the "decoration".

But she reminded herself, the Pact made the family strong and would so make her resist the halls. Unless of course Gabriel decided otherwise...

They approached the halls, Tanya taking firm steps to the door until she stopped. I am Empress Rift, Keeper of the Light, Dreadfire sends me.

The walk to the Halls felt longer than it actually did, and the winds began to pick up as they stood outside the underground entrance to it's blackened chambers. The Gate Keeper, a grizzled and burly man, stood silently as his black cloak fluttered in the breeze. His emotionless face was shrouded by a black mask, but beneath it all two nearly glazed over eyes locked with Tanya's. Upon hearing her speak, the Gate Keeper slowly removed a bloodied scroll from his cloaks and began looking it over.

Vespasius...you have come for him.

The Gate Keeper looked over the scroll one final time before letting loose a raspy laugh. His eyes seemed to roll around in his head as he returned the scroll to his pocket and he stood as a statue in front of the entrance to the Halls.

He has not been here for days now.

The sun began to fall through the storm clouds that had been forming high in the atmosphere. A bone chilling gust blew throughout the ULE Valley, but the Gate Keeper did not budge or shiver at all. He motioned for the Sentinels to take her away, to where ever it was she needed to go. Twin Death Dealers armed with .50 caliber machine guns came from around the back of the stone entrance to silently keep the peace.

Tanya looked over he shoulder towards the Great Hall, where lightning bolts broke over the fortress's peak. Thunder swept down through the valley, and the faint outline of a person could be seen at Dreadfire's famous balcony, but moments later it faded away behind the crimson curtains.

o.o.c.Ladies and gentlemen, I do believe we are going to have a full scale WAAAAAAAAAAR on our hands.I can just imagine some of my troops before battle.

"Semper fie, semper fie, do or DIE!"
*SMACK*
"You are a Celackian royal Marine, not a retarded parrot boy! Never repeat that moronic drivel again or I will put a .50 bullet in the back of your brain. I haven't been this pissed at you specialist Schultz since that time that you added my picture to the poster of war criminals. Why in the holy hell did you think that was a good idea?"
"Because it would improve moral, in accordance with the procephy."
*BANG*

I.C. Kanosis sat underground having another vision.

Dreadfire stood alone in a black room. Black surroundes him, deeply, so that the only thing visible is Dreadfire himself, and a circle around him. Out of the shadows steps Rayne. She and Dreadfire battle for a while, and while Dreadfire does win, he is wounded. Suddenly many enemies step out of the shadows and come towards. He battles them all but is brought down on his back. As he lays there the enemies back off until it is only empress Tanya of Dumpsterdam is left. She raises a knife, ready to plunge into Dreadfire’s heart. She is suddenly tackled by a newcommer. The newcommer stands up and Kanosis sees that it is Tuesat himself. He grabbes Dreadfire and pulls him to his feet. They stand back to back, facing their enemies, in a fighting pose. The enemies charge them but are held back,but Tuesat and Dreadfire are worn down. That is when more join the fight. Sergei, from the Island of Rose, Takenski, of The Ninjas, and Lord Rosecrands of Hamptonshire, are among the many who come out of the shadows. The sides separate and face off against each other, ready to face off against each other.


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“Sir,our spies within AMF indicate that Tanya is meeting with Dreadfire now.”

“That explains the lack of response.”

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Aboard the troop transport Absalom outside AMF waters

"Semper fie, semper fie, do or DIE!"
*SMACK*
"You are a Celackian royal Marine, not a retarded parrot boy! Never repeat that moronic drivel again or I will put a .50 bullet in the back of your brain. I haven't been this pissed at you specialist Schultz since that time that you added my picture to the poster of war criminals. Why in the holy hell did you think that was a good idea?"
"Because it would improve moral, in accordance with the procephy."
*BANG*

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The Celackian Naval Fleet #3, stationed outside AMF waters.

On-board the flagship The Celackian class super carrier The Thadsa

The radar operator took a sip of tea, then spit it out as he looked at the screen.

"Admiral sir! It appears that there are multipul un-indentified ships 50 Klicks out to the east near the edge of AMF waters."

"Shit! Launch Eagle Eye one to confirm indentities of the ships. If they are enemies, launch bomber flight one. Hopefully we can stop them before they make landfall."

On the deck of the Thadsa, an Avro Arrow mark 2 recon version was being prepped for launched. Pilot Phillip Fandas was walking out, ready to board the subsonic jet. He was the best pilot in the fleet. Not the best shot however. Which is why he was flying recon jets. He was able to evade most AA fire. He climbed into his jet and took off.

30 minutes later

"This is Eagle eye one reporting in. The fleet we have spotted is friendly, repeat friendly. They are flying Vastivan colours. Returning to base"

The Admiral looked to his comms officer


To: The Admiral of the Vastivan Fleet.
From: Admiral Ravessin of The Celackian 4th fleet

Greetings. It appears we are here for the same reason, which is the defense
of Automagfreek from foreign threats. Because of this, I invite you to dinner
aboard my flagship so we can discuss tactics, among other things.


I await your reply


o.o.c. Kanosis' vision was sorta based on a dream I had bout a week ago.

To: The Admiral of the Vastivan Fleet.
From: Admiral Ravessin of The Celackian 4th fleet

Greetings. It appears we are here for the same reason, which is the defense
of Automagfreek from foreign threats. Because of this, I invite you to dinner
aboard my flagship so we can discuss tactics, among other things.


I await your reply




Fleet Admiral Sif Mesfin al-Din of the 12th Fleet, and commanding the 501st
Support Flotilla, accepts your invitation. Do relay time, and what vehicle
you would prefer we use to arrive.


She nodded as FLTCOM sent the message. "At the very least, more eyes out there is a good thing."

It had been a near thing - if not for IFF signature, the Avro Arrow would have been a charred mass of scorched metal nearing the bottom of the ocean; if not for fast response by the XO of the Antarctic Gold...

She shook her head. Her people were on the ball, that was good. More friendlies in the area, that was good.

She had preparations to make before dinner. She wondered briefly about a light snack first, sent a message to her TO about the invitation - and removed herself from the bridge.

We request that you arrive at 17:00 local time.
It will be held aboard our flagship, the Thadsa.
We prefer that you arrive by aircraft, wheater it is by plane or helicopter

"M'lord? The seas are littered with ships. Things will become crowded quite quickly."

Dayne nodded at the advice of his aide and thought the problem over. It was true that with the influx of well-wishers, the seas would be filling rapidly. If things did come to combat, the defile between the AMF and Panteran mainlands would be the lifeline for both nations. But would Dreadfire allow it to be sealed?

The Evenstar had the ships to enforce the blockade, and could deal with it easily. His 'roving' fleet was far out to sea, and would remain there. Should any think to harass the Panteran flotilla, this free arm of ships would smash them in the rear. The maneuver was pretty, but with Dreadfire rapidly redeploying and bringing in materials, he might not be pleased with the prospect of Dayne himelf shutting down the shipping of Northern Automagreek.

Still, the defile was crucial to the defense of both nations, if it came to war. He would ask. Quickly, he dispatched a messenger to request Dreadfire's permission to seal the Straights.

"I believe it would be prudent to seal an eighty-square mile stretch of sea between our mainlands. I will put a halt to military traffick, commercial, and any other movement in the straights. For the time being, I feel that this is the only option to ensure the route between Pantera and the AMF mainland remains intact. Should fire reign once more, our continued unification is paramount, and it is my opinion that this is the best way to cement our well being.

-Evenstar"

With Tanya still at the entrance to the Halls, Dreadfire pressed a large red button next to his throne, causing a large section of wall to move. Behind it was a large video screen split into many segments, showing every allied fleet and commander involved. Official word from Dreadfire had not yet been sent, but with the Empress out of his way, he would soon change that.

Attention, allied commanders. Green light, I say again, green light. You are clear to move into AMF territorial waters and set up shop, save for the AMF/Panteran gap. Dreadfire looked at the box on the screen that contained the Evenstar's face, and through the video feed he agreed with Dayne and issued further orders.

Fleets from Pantera, Celack, Vastiva, The Island of Rose, Greenmanbry, and other NATO craft in the area will soon be joined by a massive bulk of the AMF navy...including the Sentinel. Those who do not yet have fleets in my waters.....please be patient, your time will come. I will keep my words here brief and to the point. If any hostile ship moves within 1 inch inside Automagfreek waters, sink it without warning. If any hostile plan flies through 1 inch of Automagfreek airspace, down it without hesitation. If any hostile sub tries to sneak past our battle groups, send it to the bottom without remorse.

The AMF air force, navy, armor corp, infantry, and special forces will all be engaged, and the flood gates will be opened. You know what to do should trouble come knocking, and in the meantime await my final order....one that we all must inevitably brace for: attack.

Dreadfire kept the video link open and the screen on, chatting with the commanders and giving them instruction as they needed it. Across the country, the Freeks were in a stir tht they had not been in for many years, moving thousands of tons of supplies to where they needed to go and preparing for the crashing waters of war.

Dayne nodded at Dreadfire's confirmation, and flicked a switch. His voice was recorded, and soon his message was being continually broadcast to any ships within the straight,"Attention: By the Order of the Lord Reaver and the Supreme Warlord of Automagfreek, this stretch of sea is closed. Should any vessel venture into this sealed sector, you will be destroyed. I repeat! This section of sea is -sealed-. Do not attempt to encroach.... Attention: By the Order of the Lord Reaver...."

As Dreadfire's call of 'Green Light' went out, Pantera's own international communications came to life, and the call was sent out to the Evenstar's numerous fleets abroad,"The Winds are rising. Repeat, the Winds are rising."

And in a dozen foreign ports, Panteran fleets began a flurry of armed activity, readying for what was ahead.

Sif rather liked the code words for this part of the mission.

"All ships, all ships. Slap that piggy, repeat, slap that piggy."

The massive flotilla of relief vessels began their slow trundle towards AMF ports; the 12th fleet held position for the moment.

And Catapult found invisible sites at the bottom, making itself scarce.

"Emperor, our navy has been given the green light to enter Freekish waters by Damien."

The Emperor looked up from his mighty golden throne, tired after hours of overseeing the mobilization of his armies.

"Yes, I can see that. Inform General Dorion that he is to prepare our Grand Fleet for the voyage to AutoMagFreek. The only thing we can do now is order the 5th RAEF Fleet to join with the Allied Navy. The Grand Fleet is to sail tomorrow. See to it that this is accomplished."

Adviser Radley bowed and said,

"As you command emperor."

All across the mainland millions of active, and reserve soldiers prepared themselves for a possible war in AutoMagFreek. The Grand Fleet would carry only ten mixed infantry and armoured divisions. This fleet was purely organized to be an effective naval fighting unit. The 2nd Grand Fleet would carry many more divisions for the possible land battle to come. Permission to land the ground divisions into Automagfreek was yet to be given, marines onboard the 5th Rapid Assualt Expeditionary Fleet waited patiently. Daily training regimes ensured that each soldier was ready for the possible hard fought battle to come.

The Admiral of the Rosian Armada, housed in his nice little Hattensberg Super Dreadnaught, looked as the "Green Light" came in. "Ah finally. Commander, tell the other ships to move into Freekian waters. Prepare Rosian recon planes to fly out and meet the other ships. Bring a fruit basket."

The Commander did just that, so the Rosian Armada moved in. And yes, the planes flew around too. But the Admiral had to worry about the soldiers inside. So now he needed permission to land the soldiers inside Automagfreek, but the Supreme General of the Rosian Army in AMF said otherwise. Better to wait and be stinky then to waste money. Why am I adding this part anyway? I don't know. Don't bother me, I'm tired. No long post for you!

[OOC: I'd be miffed that I missed this... but considering my fleet is all subs and one carrier group... eh, I won't try and come in late. Tagged.]

As the allied fleets took up their positions in Freekian waters, the Ineffable forces were still preparing. Munitions were being loaded. Decks were being scrubbed. Battle plans were being drawn up. Patrolling submarines were being recalled. The supersoldiers were being cloned. Hundreds of tonnes of highly toxic cleaning agents were being poured into the seas surrounding the ships to make the hulls nice and shiny.
No, wait, forget that last part. There were no supersoldiers in the Ineffable forces.
The Ineffable taskforce would be unusually late, but it would arrive before the wave of invasion was dashed upon the cliffs of Backdraft.

Oil was pumped into storage tanks; crates of supplies were unloaded to Freekian warehouses; medical supplies distributed to the public.

All in all, the Vastivan 501st fleet unloaded "amazing" levels of supplies to war torn AMF - but not a bit of it military. There were no shells, no body armors, no artilleries, no tanks. The closest the relief got was fuel and medical supplies - but anything can be made to be military if it is considered long enough.

Out to sea, Sif and her Tactical Officer finished putting on their Class-A's, made their way to the waiting MH-609N, and flew to the Celack fleet.

"I wonder if they'll have apples," Tabu Aldar Izzat Hameem bin Arshu asked absently.

"No," replied the Admiral, "I made sure they would have only pears for this. Pears, pears and nothing but pears." She rolled her eyes.

"But I don't like pears..." Izzat said, doe-eyed, before laughing.

General Darion stood on deck of his capital ship the TNN Glory. The immense ship was located in the middle of the Grand Fleet, around it was hundreds of different vessels, varying from frigates to heavy battle carriers. The ships maintained a slow and steady pace, for the call for war has not yet been made official. General Dorion sat at his office, which was lavishly decorated with gold and precious stones. Portraits of great generals of the past hung along his wall, from time to time he would stare at the portraits for hours at a time imagining his own picture was there. Despite being in a ship of war General Dorion was still assisting the emperor and the council of war in mobilizing the soldiers. On his desk was layers upon layers of papers, describing where and how many soldiers were being at what location. Already all active and half of the reserves were ready for deployment, but all soldiers would be needed if war did break out. A light knock was heard on the General's door. He looked up, and spoke loudly.

"Come in."

High Admiral Jack Reeves walked through the steel door of the General. He saluted and took a seat in front of the General's desk. Despite being one of top figures in the naval department the admiral still answered to General Dorion. General Dorion was qualified as a Royal Admiral, General of The Army, and as Master of the Skies. All three were the highest rankings in each department. The Admiral spoke.

"General Dorion, our fleet nears the territorial waters of Automagfreek. Shall I send a transmission to announce our arrival?"

"Yes, the last thing we would want was our allies to sink the fleet... How is everyone?"

"Morale is high. The men are honored to serve under the infamous General Dorion of the Northern Armies."

The General grinned.

"Yes well I am honored that the Emperor chose me to command such a fleet... Let's not waste time. Send the transmission Admiarl."

The admiral nodded and got up from his seat. He saluted and walked to the communications center.

The Ninjanian 1st Grand Fleet will be enterring freekish waters to assist in the security of the nation. The 2nd Grand Fleet is expected to arrive in the area in two weeks time. At our current rate we will join the Allied Fleet in six hours.
General Dorion
General of the Army
Royal Admiral
Master of the Skies

You wish to tell me my father is gone? I have had enough patience with your lord but I will not be so lenient with you, now tell me where he is.
She resisted her escort for a second, they weren’t able to move her, or do anything else for that matter as she stood there.

Royal Navy Attack Fleet

“Any word from the Princess yet ensign?” The Lady Admiral asked, stirring her cup of coffee, her seventh in the last hour to be exact.
“No milady, however the Guilder naval taskforces are approaching as we speak, the Vollmerian commander has told us that he only needs a clear corridor for troop deployments.”

“Good, good.” Angelica nodded as she took a gulp from her coffee, damn her for being the best and only Lady Admiral the Empire had. “Where are the Praetorian and the Longinus ensign?”
“Both Dreadnoughts are prowling just half a day of sailing outside of AMF territorial waters milady; do you wish to relay orders?”
Angelica nodded, putting the coffee away. “All ships are to turn for a AMF mainland heading, put us on a day worth of sailing distance. Orders for the Praetorian and the Longinus are to standby to engage the Sentinel and sink it, that puny dread is no match for one, let alone two Emperor class.”

The ensign nodded, briefly looking over the multitude of ships in the harbour of Tallarn as he sighed. “Here we go, again…”

OoC: Bit short on time, sorry for the crappy post.

The Sentinels stood motionless, their rifles pointed at her and their fingers ready to pull the trigger at a seconds notice. The Death Dealers were uneffected by whatever aura she was releasing, and the Gate Keeper was as such not amused. He stepped closer to Tanya and starred he down sharply.

You are meddling with powers you cannot possibly comprehend. As he spoke in a deep, raspy voice, a long brown worm slid out from under his left eye lid and quickly darted into his nostril. He pulled out a giant, spiked truncheon and held it tighly in his dominant right hand, glaring at her in a very displeased manner. The two Death Dealers cocked their .50 cal machine guns and held them mere feet from Tanya's head, their eyes focused on her and her alone.

I told you, foolishg little girl, that your father is no longer here. That is all I know, and that is all the information you will get from me. Now, get ye gone before I smash that pretty little head of yours into your chest cavity. The Gate Keeper cleared his throat deeply at the Sentinels and instructed them to remove her from the premises.

OoC: Somehow your gate keeper reminds me of the guy that works at the local cemetary here...he's scary... o.o'

IC:

Very well. She hissed the words at him, as she turned around she righted her hair and began to walk back to the halls. As she stepped passed her escort she talked to her uncle. Uncle, can you prepare the cloning vats for my father?

I will warm them up at once, you just live through this Tanya there's nothing we can do with a dead Empress.

She nodded, out of the blue, not that her escort would mind or even take notice. Back to Dreadfire ladies?

Tanya received a wicked shove from one of the Sentinels behind her, and the slight snicker of the Gate Keeper could be heard. They took her back to the Great Hall, and by the time they reached it's gates the skies began to pour. A nasty rainstorm had fallen across the ULE Valley, and the Sentinels forced Tanya inside the massive foor of the Hall. Down through the long cooridors they took her, until she had arrived at Dreadfire's wing. Oddly enough, the temperature in that particular wing had shot through the roof, leaving mists of condensation all across the hallways.

The heat increased rapidly as Tanya stood outside the gates of Dreadfire's throne room, and after a brief pause they opened with a deafening creak. The Sentinels forcibly threw Tanya into the room and quickly shut the doors behind her. She looked about the now well lit room and at the massive video screen that was the source of the illumination. The screen showed the movements of thousands of warships, and the faces of each commander as they relayed information to Damien.

The Destroyer turned around and glared at Tanya, annoyed with her presense yet again. He let loose a deep chuckle and stepped away from the screen, his eyes fixed on hers. Back so soon, are we?

The sounds of Dreadfire's armor clanking echoed throughout the throne room as he stepped towards her in a menacing manner. What is it you want now child?

My father wasn't there Dreadfire, frankly I'm quite tired of whatever this game is that your playing. She didn't need to dry up, no drop had touched her on the way to the halls during the long walk.

If you cannot complete your part of the former surrender, I will take my leave at once.

..formal surrender. Dreadfire scoffed in a semi-joking manner. You say you have grown weary of my 'games', and I say I have grown weary of your presence. Dreadfire removed a can from behind his flowing crimson cape and tossed it in the air several times before starring at it and setting it on his desk. He then snapped his fingers, and mere seconds later 4 Death Dealers came out from behind his throne. They pulled a small wooden cart into the center of the room that was draped with a black blanket, and after the cart was in place the Death Dealers picked up their weapons and pointed them at Tanya.

So much fuss over such a pathetic man. You say you want to know where your father is? You tire of 'games'? He then picked up the can and tossed it across the room to Tanya, and she caught before it could hit the ground. She examined the label closely and cocked her head in disbelief.

Vespasius® brand dog chow

"Makes your dog feel like an Emperor!"

One of the Death Dealers removed the blanket on the cart, revealing dozens upon dozens of similar cans all stacked on top of one another. Dreadfire let loose a wicked laugh and glared at Tanya once more.

I tired of our encounter Tanya. Now that you have your 'father', I have no further use for you. The Death Dealers locked their .50 cal guns and readied themselves. Oh and by the way....his pain was legendary. Goodbye Tanya.

Dreadfire snapped his fingers once more, and the Death Dealers opened fire. A hail of .50 caliber bullet casings cluttered the floor as round after round was shot off with great succession. After a few seconds of sustained gunfire, the room fell silent.....save for The Destroyer's menacing laugh. He turned back to the screen on the wall and spoke to every commander in AMF territorial waters, including his own.

I'm afraid there has been an....accident. All ships be advised, keep a close eye on every enemy ship outside of Automagfreek waters. Expect inbound craft and ordinance at any moment. My fleets are standing by to assist in ridding the world of this vile infestation.

Greenmanbry's ships gracefully moved into Automagfreek's territorial waters, breaking the harsh waves and turning to line themselves with the outskirts of the Freek claims. Their flags fluttering wildly in the wind, the Calypsos faithfully obeyed the orders of their commanders as their giant structures moved clumsily to counter the force of the unsettled waves.

The flagship of the armada, DBS Greenmanbry, received the transmission from Lord Dreadfire. The admiral was immediately notified. After a few nods of the head, he ordered a report on the fleet's status, as well as a copy of the recent Freek order, to be transmitted to Naval Command at Port Blessed via encrypted channels. He then made his way to the ship's bridge to conduct the fleet's actions in the upcoming battle, if there was one, that is.

Minutes later, the massive gun turrets on all seven Calypsos rotated in sync, pointing their formidable barrels towards the open sea, ready for any opposition that may materialize from behind the waves. In the heavens above, two entire squadrons - one of advanced naval fighter/attack aircraft and the other of ASW aircraft - were patrolling the Freek waters.

In order for any enemies to reach the Freek mainland, they had to get past the full might of the IDDG Navy. And, at over six hundred ships strong, it was a formidable navy indeed.

Eventually, the Ineffable fleet was prepared. Fleet was an understatement. Comprising of approximately half the entire [surface] naval capacity of the Ineffable empire, it was a formidable fleet. The Coalition of Evil was not so far from Arda, but battlecarriers were slow. At standard speed, they were two days away. But that wasn't a problem. They'd be there in time.

A loud knock on the Main Chambers Door awoke the Emperor who was half asleep. A guard approached him and informed him that it was Adviser Radley.

"Very well, let him in" replied the emperor.

The heavy door creaked open, immediately adviser Radley bowed and walked foward. He kneeled before the emperor.

"Emperor, General Varcius has informed me that the 2nd Great Fleet is ready to set sail immediately. Shall I inform him to do so?"

"Yes, please do so. Also call up the reserve fleets, the security of our nation must be ensured. How many soldiers do we have assigned to the 1st Grand Fleet?"

"Around thirtenn divisions strong emperor. Do you wish to land them?"

"Yes, land them immediately. Prepare to land more soldiers via air drop. I have reason to believe this situation will escalate to war."

"Very well emperor."

The adviser bowed and walked through the Main Chambers Door. The immense doors slowly shut, leaving the emperor to think about the defense of teh Ninjas.

At the 2nd Grand Fleet the order to land all army personnel was given by direct orders of the emperor. A transmission asking for permission to land soldiers was sent to Damien.

Encrypted Transmission
To: Damien The Destroyer
We ask for formal permission to land soldiers in your nation in order to increase the defensive capability of your nation. At the moment we have 273,000 soldiers and various amounts of equipment waiting for orders on where to land. Due to the fact that we do not know where our soldiers would be best suited at, we ask that you inform us where our men are needed.
General Dorion
General of The Army
Royal Admiral
Master of the Skies

OoC: Right, *slaps ignore* not following the deal, end of story.

Edit: I'm not gona answer to any slander, OoC posts on this thread, or anywhere else, don't TG(since I don't check them) just IM me.

OOC: I guess AMF didn't keep to an agreement, is this still on?

OoC: Right, *slaps ignore* not following the deal, end of story.

Edit: I'm not gona answer to any slander, OoC posts on this thread, or anywhere else, don't TG(since I don't check them) just IM me.

OOC: No OOC or IC deal was ever made, this RP was solely for diplomatic enagements. However, I made it clear that I still had not decided on a course of action, and this is the one I chose. You even acknowledged that there might still be a chance that they will die over AIM, and you had no gripes then.

Ignore it all you want, that's your choice. However, I was perfectly within my bounds to do what I did, and this could have turned out to be a good RP. It's sad that because things didn't go the way you wanted that all this has gone to waste.

OOC: *snicker*

If she'd bent that stiff little neck of hers and carried the white flag of truce, mebbe things would have turned out different. A white streak in the hair means dick, a flag means truce. However ruthless and terrible my Reavers can be, we -are- honorable, and wouldn't have stood for Damien killing someone under a banner of truce.

Amuses me that things like this are ignored, after all of the big talk, threats, and mystic BS. AMF seems to have RP'd fantastically, and well within the bounds of realism here. No reason for this ignore, that I can see, other than Dump got his Empress wasted, and doesn't want to deal with the consequences. Perhaps I missed something? Did AMF's player solemnly vow that there would be no treachery? OR, much more likely, did Dump walkz in, try to be carelessly tough with his Empress, completely oblivious of AMF's ruthless demeanor, and in doing so got punished for it?

Hah.

OOC: looks like Panteras hit the nail on the head.

OOC: *snicker*

If she'd bent that stiff little neck of hers and carried the white flag of truce, mebbe things would have turned out different. A white streak in the hair means dick, a flag means truce. However ruthless and terrible my Reavers can be, we -are- honorable, and wouldn't have stood for Damien killing someone under a banner of truce.

Amuses me that things like this are ignored, after all of the big talk, threats, and mystic BS. AMF seems to have RP'd fantastically, and well within the bounds of realism here. No reason for this ignore, that I can see, other than Dump got his Empress wasted, and doesn't want to deal with the consequences. Perhaps I missed something? Did AMF's player solemnly vow that there would be no treachery? OR, much more likely, did Dump walkz in, try to be carelessly tough with his Empress, completely oblivious of AMF's ruthless demeanor, and in doing so got punished for it?

Hah.

Illustrated perfectly Pantera.

OOC: In short and simple, once again, the overreaction of "I don't want to deal with the consequences of my actions" has shown up. It does appear to be a rather consistant thread in NS as a whole - when we don't like how things turned out, we go "waaaah! IGNORE!".

There are some good reasons to IGNORE. "Because I don't like how this turned out" is not one of them.

I thought an OOC agreement was made between Dumpy and AMF, in fact I'm sure of it.

I thought an OOC agreement was made between Dumpy and AMF, in fact I'm sure of it.

OOC: Yes theres a telegram a dumpys mail box that sais something along the lines of 'No harm will come to tanya'

As I said before, Dump could have known something like this could happen. And how can embers rise when they are, and I quote www.dictionary.com, A small, glowing piece of coal or wood, as in a dying fire - The smoldering coal or ash of a dying fire.

OOC: As the whole of the RWC is about as trustworthy as a rabid dog, the full text would have to be displayed here *AND* AMF would have to verify the veracity of said telegram. Until then, general opinion shall remain "Dump got fried and cried about it".

[OOC: I hope you dont mind me commenting, but I always believed that RP ettiquette dictates that you must ask before killing major characters, and that if the offending player does not then they can be ignored. Maybe you guys RP a different way, but I've always seen it done like that.

OOC: Yes theres a telegram a dumpys mail box that sais something along the lines of 'No harm will come to tanya'

Unless an administrator can actually pull out and verify said telegram (which I can safely bet real money will not happen for IC conflicts), this argument is more along the conflict between Automagfreek's and Dumpsterdam's word. Even if both sides faithfully posted their telegrammed transactions, we would have to take it with a grain of salt since they have the possibility of having their wordings altered by the recipient. Therefore, with only indirect proof and indirect sources, the argument centers on the conduct of the role-play. It is to be argued not what specifics were exchanged between Dumpsterdam and Automagfreek, but rather the intent and thoroughness of the exchange. From examining the progression of the role-play one could determine that some general outlines were followed; that is to say there was an agreement between the two parties to meet and nothing else.

The conflicts produced by Dumpsterdam's main character, most notably the lack of an international sign of truce (any person can have a white streak in their hair, but carrying a white flag is another matter), overt signs of initial aggression (the presentment of a large predatory animal as an escort), and aloofness to the situation at hand show there was considerable freedom to act within the confines of the thread and limited conversation as to the overall goal of the role-play. That fact that there was such freedom within the role-play proved to be Dumpsterdam's undoing; by not taking into the account the past RP history of the character Damien Dreadfire and his propensity of substituting subtlety with violence when provoked, the character Tanya was virtually certain to fall into harm.

Did the role-play show signs of personal freedom in action and motive?
Certainly

Did the role-play appear as though considerable thought was placed into action?
More than likely

Did the role-play show some sort of storyline flow and at the same time preventing plot holes whenever possible?
In my view, yes

Was the concept and usage of the out of character ignore justified, given the time and quality of the writing, and based on the circumstances as we know them presently?
As a participator in this RP'ed reality, no

<snip>

Hear! Hear!

[OOC: I hope you dont mind me commenting, but I always believed that RP ettiquette dictates that you must ask before killing major characters, and that if the offending player does not then they can be ignored. Maybe you guys RP a different way, but I've always seen it done like that.

And lose the spontaniety of the scene? No.

I could maybe see asking for permission if the two nations were on equal footing during the scene, a duel, a pre-arranged scene, etc etc, but in this case, it does not apply. Dump put Tanya in harms way, knowing full well that Damien is a uncaring, savage, destroyer of nations. I mean, ffs, he's wiped entire nations from the earth, is he going to hesitate about killing -one- woman? Particularly, a woman who was given the chance to enter the nation under a flag of truce and safe-passage, yet refused, spouting defiance all the while. A smart person would have held their tongue and used diplomacy to her advantage. Instead, she waltzed in, tried to butt heads with Dreadfire, and in doing so got shut down.

I have never asked permission to kill another character, nor will I. If you value a character that bloody much, then keep them out of harms way. If you simply cannot control your urges to throw them into dangerous situations, then be prepared to bite your lip and deal with shit once a hardass like AMF guts your super-character and leaves you without.

-Pants

[OOC: I hope you dont mind me commenting, but I always believed that RP ettiquette dictates that you must ask before killing major characters, and that if the offending player does not then they can be ignored. Maybe you guys RP a different way, but I've always seen it done like that.

OOC: This depends entirely. I have had full rp's where the sum negotiation was "lets play", and ones where there was deep negotiation beforehand.

Though I have not ever negotiated a conclusion - that spoils the fun.

If there was to be an agreement, both sides would have had to agree to it - and it is doubtful under such provocation as Tanya displayed that "Something" would not have been done.

Was Damian's action extreme? Yes. Was it merited? From what I've seen of that character, yes.

Was it what Dump was expecting? Probably not, but that is the basis of roleplay, particularly free roleplay.

As there appears to be no agreement beforehand of "X will happen", or "this person will get out", this is a case of "take your lumps".

OOC: I'm going to wait to hear Dumps side of the story, if there was an agreement then AMF is in the worng, if there wasn't then there is no problem with AMF doing what he has done.

OOC: Yes theres a telegram a dumpys mail box that sais something along the lines of 'No harm will come to tanya'


OOC: It was my understanding from conversations on AIM that Tanya would be spared if she cooperated, which she did not. In fact, she was given more chances than most other characters, and would have been promptly wasted if she was anyone else. Let me tally the chances she had:

1. The tiger. Would normally have gotten her wasted on the spot.
2. No white flag. Instant death.
3. Mocking the Sentinels to their face. Death by the Sentinels.
4. Disrespect and arrogance towards the Gate Keeper. Death by the Gate Keeper.
5. Arrogance and disrespect to Dreadfire. Immediate death.

As Vastiva put it:

In all honesty, I think he planned on something happening that didn't - and he failed to realize how tenuous his position was (unarmed, flag of surrender).

He also failed to take advantage of what advantages there were - and hell, AMF all but spoon-fed them to him.

The tiger was absolutely stupid.

A flag of surrender, and a general statement of being there under truce - and expecting Damian and all assembled to observe the protocols - would have gone very far to defusing Damian. Might not have got the Emperor out alive, but certainly would have gone far to get the Empress out.

And Pantera is right. If Dump would have played his cards right, he could have walked out of this with both his leaders alive. But instead he had to try and play it tough, and I pushed back just as hard. SP also hit the nail on the head. If Dump wasn't so intent on making Tanya out to be a badass and disrespecting one of NS's most evil men, then perhaps this would have turned out differently.

As I said before, Dump could have known something like this could happen. And how can embers rise when they are, and I quote www.dictionary.com, A small, glowing piece of coal or wood, as in a dying fire - The smoldering coal or ash of a dying fire.

Automagfreek came out of a civil war, and as such represented a dying fire. 'Embers rising' implies that winds pick up and blow at the embers, causing them to take to the air and spread. Now, we all know what happens when embers touch an object such as leaves, grass, cloth, and the like: they catch on fire.

I shouldn't have to explain thread titles.....

[OOC: I hope you dont mind me commenting, but I always believed that RP ettiquette dictates that you must ask before killing major characters, and that if the offending player does not then they can be ignored. Maybe you guys RP a different way, but I've always seen it done like that.

Dump was told via AIM several times that I did not know which direction to take, be it killing the two or letting them go. To this he said nothing, and allowed the RP to continue. This lead me to believe that he had no problem with the notion that his characters might die.

So, this leads me to the following conclusion: Dumpsterdam did not consider the consequences of his actions, and when something happened that he did not want, he ignored it.

And lose the spontaniety of the scene? No.

I could maybe see asking for permission if the two nations were on equal footing during the scene, a duel, a pre-arranged scene, etc etc, but in this case, it does not apply. Dump put Tanya in harms way, knowing full well that Damien is a uncaring, savage, destroyer of nations. I mean, ffs, he's wiped entire nations from the earth, is he going to hesitate about killing -one- woman? Particularly, a woman who was given the chance to enter the nation under a flag of truce and safe-passage, yet refused, spouting defiance all the while. A smart person would have held their tongue and used diplomacy to her advantage. Instead, she waltzed in, tried to butt heads with Dreadfire, and in doing so got shut down.

I have never asked permission to kill another character, nor will I. If you value a character that bloody much, then keep them out of harms way. If you simply cannot control your urges to throw them into dangerous situations, then be prepared to bite your lip and deal with shit once a hardass like AMF guts your super-character and leaves you without.

-Pants

Emphasis mine.

Once again, Pantera sums up the situation perfectly.

[OOC: I hope you dont mind me commenting, but I always believed that RP ettiquette dictates that you must ask before killing major characters, and that if the offending player does not then they can be ignored. Maybe you guys RP a different way, but I've always seen it done like that.]

OOC: Generally it would depend on the circumstances involved... as there are many RPs which aren't dangerous where I would expect that to be the case, for example when you run a wedding thread in your own nation you expect that pretty much no-one can kill off the main characters without the authors permission, it's their thread and it's just OOC rude and inconciderate to enter a thread like that with a distruptive character without clearing it first with the author.

However, in this case there are different factors to concider. Firstly on a IC basis I would never send my nations leader into a nation we weren't completely able to trust with his security. Some people may concider this to be cowardise, but it's a real fact most leaders of today and their security advisors have to deal with. Being in another nation takes all the power of security out of your hands and into your hosts. If you're host really wants you dead then it would be damn near impossible to stop them, after all they have the entire resources of their nation to do so and all you have is a small security force and the threat of retaliation. If that threat doesn't mean anything to them (say, because you concider yourself to be a super power) then it's just a matter of having a motive to do so.

In character there is no GODMODing going on, it's completely possible for to kill a visiting leader unless the leader themselves GODMOD their way around the threat, such as being a god (I've seen it before). However, out of character there is the issue of trust and agreements, it's not GODMODing to ignore an OOC agreement, though it is very bad form to do so. So where does that leave us?

IC it's very much in character for Automagfreek to kill the enemies leader when she's visiting his nation... hell, personally I think you would have to be pretty dumb in character to agree to send your nations leader to a nation like Automagfreek seeing as there are no assurances that they will respect you and he certainly doesn't fear you or the result of his actions, Lord Dreadfire is a nutter, we all know this. OOC I don't know the story, though I trust Automagfreek when he says to me that there was no solid agreement that the Empress would not be harmed. I suppose it could be bad form, but even I didn't trust (or even ask) Decisive Action to assure the security of my people in his nation... I didn't send anyone important and I resovled the issues In Character, given that it's a In Character concern.

In summary... I think that it was pretty naive to trust Lord Dreadfire with a V.I.P and it looks like all of this is now a waste of everyones time.

[size=1]OOC: -Snip
OOC:AMEN to that, who whould let there leader go into AMF anyway. Even i wouldn't do that.

OOC:AMEN to that, who whould let there leader go into AMF anyway. Even i wouldn't do that.


OOC: If you came under a white flag, were not armed and did not try to pull anything, and were respecful, you wouldn't have anything to fear.

(...)Ah ok, I see. Well, since Dump only wants to talk about this on instant messengers this thread has became pretty useless. Dump should have expected this, but hey, it's not my job to act like some nanny telling everybody what to do when and where. I wouldn't have sent my leader there in the first place, probably some expendable diplomat.

Having had considerable IC dealings with AMF, and in particular Dreadfire, I must admit I was suprised Tanya was allowed to live for so long.
I could say much more on the subject, but it has already been said.

OoC: Because Guff is being a piss-ant, and no, I didn't read any of the comments, nor do I care, AMF knows how I want to resolve this, if decides to leave it, fine with me, we both go our ways.

Do not try to debate this with me, I will just post the evidence.

Hmmm....sending this woman to meet Dreadfire would be like sending Nathicana to meet Morgoth.....I like it.

However, I'm still considering all my alternatives here, including both peace and war. The '...And Embers Rise' thread that is in I.I gives some more info on this. I do think it is a good idea to send her, and you have my OOC word that no harm will come to her character as long as she arrives under a white flag of truce and is unarmed. Any fast moves and both she and your emperor die.

Either way this is bound to be a good RP and I'm looking forward to it.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/Dumpsterdam/tg.jpg

And before you think about even saying it, nailing someone for not carrying a white flag several hours after they've arrived is not a valid reason.

OOC: It's a IC action, I don't see where you're arguement of "Not a valid reason" comes into it. OOC he hold you how to stay alive, so I still don't see what he's done wrong here... yeah, it's not nice to kill her, but he said "As long as she comes under a white flag", which wasn't the case.

The fact he let her live long enough to be pissy to everyone doesn't change that fact and given that there is nothing IC stopping him from killing you, I don't see where AMF's fault is here.

But meh, just my opinion, I'm sure you'll ignore it and go on about how unfair it was for the psychotic leader of Automagfreek was to your leader who was following all of the pre-set arrangements...

After having second thoughts telling me NOT to post it I am a piss-ant? How nice of you. And if I did post that on your behalf, that would make me the target for all the AMF groupies. Yeah that's fun, handling someone elses dirty laundry. I'll remember this and so will the people who now have, and I think they have, ignored you permanently. Like I said on MSN they will just find something else to make you look bad.

OOC: Whilst I do agree to a point with the concept that Dump put Tanya (whom happens to be Lord Stra'coth's wife (my ex-leader) for those who don't know) in harms way IC, I still think the point has been missed here.

That an OOC promise was made via a telegram (Dump's showed me and we could do with a moderator validating it) and this promise despite AMF's slightly deranged (sorry) reasoning about the entire matter about perception of not co-operating with Damien and Co.

Lets face facts here, these are Dumps characters and if AMF has killed them off when an OOC agreement was in place (despite the wording of the end part of the agreement, which lets be honest can be interpreted either way).

I suggust the following (if this RP is wanted to be continued, since it was rather promising):

AMF and Dump make up and resolve their difference of opinion on this matter.

Then

Posts are altered to encorporate the new agreement, if one has been reached then the RP can continue.

We should just really let AMF and Dump sort this out people, after all both sides in this arguement do have quite a bit of history OOC.

OOC: Yeah, it was a promising RP which was stopped by Dumpsterstan because he doesn't like that his Empress got killed. But lets face it, the evidence he's provided so far says that Automagfreek said his people would be safe so long as "She arrives under a white flag of truce" and you're telling us that he didn't follow this?

He's already admitted that earlier in this thread that had the woman come under these terms she wouldn't have died, but the fact is that she didn't turn up with a flag and gave a load of sass to people who weren't prepared to put up with it.

I agree that it may not be entirely fair, but it's clear to me that Dumpsterstan didn't take precautions to protect his leader, nor did he follow the "agreement" because he failed to properly come under a flag of surrender which was the whole point of an agreement, he never said "You're safe no matter what, we'll take you're crap and totally not kill your leader", there was a condition and it wasn't followed.


However, all this aside, I agree that they should resolve their differences and retcon some changes... perhaps Dumpsterstan could me smart with how he's going to act in another nation for a change instead of encouraging what he got. Basic fact of the matter here is that Automagfreek isn't the kind of person you go to and give attitude, not if you want you're people back alive. So sending you're leader and then expecting respect from someone who figures you should be totally surrendering to him is just plain silly.

Conclusion: The problem here can be solved either by excepting you're fate or negotiating for a retcon where you both basically change what happened and edit posts... though I really don't see Automagfreek as being in the wrong here and given his attitude to this from what I've talked to him about, I'm sure he feels the same regardless, if any retcon can be pulled out of this, it'll still be in his favor.

That an OOC promise was made via a telegram (Dump's showed me and we could do with a moderator validating it) and this promise despite AMF's slightly deranged (sorry) reasoning about the entire matter about perception of not co-operating with Damien and Co.

Lets face facts here, these are Dumps characters and if AMF has killed them off when an OOC agreement was in place (despite the wording of the end part of the agreement, which lets be honest can be interpreted either way).
.

OOC: My OOC instrcutions were very clear and to the point. From the get go, Dump went against what we agreed upon. I clearly stated that a white flag, an international sign of surrender OR truce, would be required to keep her safe. I also stated that she had to be unarmed (a freakin' tiger, c'mon Dump, use your head on that one), and didn't try anything (let's see...no flag, large predatory animal, and constant sass), she would live.

Dump, you clearly broke every agreement we made, and in that TM I also stated that I was considering war as well, and guess what would inevitably spark that war, eh? Therefore when Tanya got back from the Halls, she got wasted. Posting that screenshot only backs me up further, as everyone who reads this thread can clearly see that Tanya got what she had coming.

You can ignore me for this, fine. But I am not the one who is going to look foolish for ignoring a legit IC action because you didn't like the outcome (because that's the bottom line Dump, you didn't get what you wanted). If you had no intention of losing two characters that were in totally hopeless and vulnerable situations, then why did you wait until now to say something? Why did you waste a large amount of my time?

OoC: Because Guff is being a piss-ant, and no, I didn't read any of the comments, nor do I care, AMF knows how I want to resolve this, if decides to leave it, fine with me, we both go our ways.

Do not try to debate this with me, I will just post the evidence.

Originally Posted by The Excessively Armed Empire of Automagfreek
Received: 13 days ago
Hmmm....sending this woman to meet Dreadfire would be like sending Nathicana to meet Morgoth.....I like it.

However, I'm still considering all my alternatives here, including both peace and war. The '...And Embers Rise' thread that is in I.I gives some more info on this. I do think it is a good idea to send her, and you have my OOC word that no harm will come to her character as long as she arrives under a white flag of truce and is unarmed. Any fast moves and both she and your emperor die.

Either way this is bound to be a good RP and I'm looking forward to it.


http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v662/Dumpsterdam/tg.jpg

And before you think about even saying it, nailing someone for not carrying a white flag several hours after they've arrived is not a valid reason.

My, but you blew away your own arguement in a hurry.

She arrived without a flag of truce in sight and with a weapon - the tiger. So you blew it from the get-go.

Drawing the flag after you were under significant pressure to do so doesn't make it better. Nor does sending away the tiger.

I'm amazed you weren't blown away right then - heck, for being a sourpuss at Damian I'm amazed you weren't blown away sooner.

You posted your own evidence. You broke the rules, you paid the price - and now you're whining about it because you tried to be "clever" and it failed, miserably.

Hint - when dealing with a Sociopath, put all the rules in your favor.

He then snapped his fingers, and mere seconds later 4 Death Dealers came out from behind his throne. They pulled a small wooden cart into the center of the room that was draped with a black blanket, and after the cart was in place the Death Dealers picked up their weapons and pointed them at Tanya.

He then picked up the can and tossed it across the room to Tanya, and she caught before it could hit the ground. She examined the label closely and cocked her head in disbelief.[/i]
OOC: I just want to make a point you all seem to have missed here. One, AMF is controlling Dump's character. Not too much of an important motion, but still, no matter what the circumstances, you can't control someone elses character. This is just one of the first points of RPing, which everyone should know.
Also, you RPed that whole thing, not giving Tanya so much as a chance to respond or do anything. You RPed her being shoved into the room, and all the things the Death Dealers did, and Dreadfire did, which would have taken a good few minutes, and she's expected to just stand there? You didn't give Tanya a chance to defend herself. That is also against RP etiquette, or so I was led to believe.
Just my two cents.

EDIT: And also, she's supposed to carry a flag around with her for hours on end? That seems ridiculous. When was the last time someone IRL went to a country with a flag of truce, and held the flag for the entire duration of their trip? Thats just ridiculous.

EDIT: And also, she's supposed to carry a flag around with her for hours on end? That seems ridiculous. When was the last time someone IRL went to a country with a flag of truce, and held the flag for the entire duration of their trip? Thats just ridiculous.

Ridiculous? Perhaps to you, but to Damien, this 'Empress' is nothing. From where I stand a simple, white flag would be preferrable to Dreadfire sawing her arms off completely. Or boiling her alive. Or doing any number of equally terrible things.

And for that matter, when is the last time someone IRL went apeshit and wiped out an entire nation for something seemingly insignificant? I've seen AMF do it a number of times.

The fact is people, that he DID offer terms that were quite acceptable to someone coming to plead for the life of her father. No weapons. A flag of Truce. Seems pretty fucking reasonable to me, in exchange for a human life. Tanya broke both of the above terms, and in doing so got punished. Seems pretty simple to me, and in no way warrants an Ignore.

Maybe Damien should have let Tanya sass him, walk about with her tiger, and flaunt the fact that she's NOT carrying a white flag. But, that's not his style, now is it?

Although we were enemies from an IC standpoint, I'd always respected Dump as a Roleplayer. After this, however, I think I'll add him to 'the List'. Because I've seen RP's ignored for some stupid reasons in the past, but never for doing things EXACTLY how they should have been done...

*bows out of NS for a day or three* Hope things are in better shape when I return.

-Pants

looks to me like you broke all 3 conditions, no offence Dump, you didn't turn up with a white flag, you turned up with a tiger-offensive weapon, and it also states, 'anyfast moves and your caracters die, I think tanya did some pritty fast moves.

When I read this, Sadness fills my heart.
Of all people, it had to happen to Dump.

You all seem to forget he was the only one in the Brimstone thing who accepted his fate and surrendered, for being fair he is now punished. I will not say his ignore is 100% correct but neither will I point a finger at him for ignoring this.

And then there is the incessant 'antfucking' here. 'A white streak means dick' is such an example. Whether i give my girlfriend a flower just before I go to work(today at 5.30) or offer her a 20.000$ ring during a romantic dinner does not change the idea behind my present, neither will it change her reaction(the early hour may, but that doesnt matter here).
That she really has to carry a white flag is crap, an Ad hominem excuse to say 'I was right and he was wrong'.

She brought a Tiger? And that is a weapon that will destroy AMF, a weapon the strongest, most feared and respected nation in the world has problems with? Everyone seems to neglect the fact that she came to AMF (I'd bring a couple million troops) without anything but a pet. Yets she came 'armed, go ahead and use it as argument now, Damien is afraid of a big cat.

No, AMF you dissapoint me (for the second time now), You expect him to crawl after that Brimstone thing, My respect will go to Dump, for what he has gone trough in the past and what he has to endure here.

OOC: As the whole of the RWC is about as trustworthy as a rabid dog, the full text would have to be displayed here *AND* AMF would have to verify the veracity of said telegram. Until then, general opinion shall remain "Dump got fried and cried about it".

Stop generalizing! If you can provide me with a link where I lied to you or anyone else, I'll apologize imediatly. But you cannot provide such a link because it does not exist. So I suggest you STFU and go away.

*applauds*
Hear hear Vollmeria.

When I read this, Sadness fills my heart.
Of all people, it had to happen to Dump.

He did this to himself. If he did not want things to turn out this way, perhaps he should have followed the guidlines I gave him for this RP. My terms were so simply a 5 year old could have followed them, but he chose not to, and therefore suffered the consequences. There is nobody else in the wrong here except Dump.

You all seem to forget he was the only one in the Brimstone thing who accepted his fate and surrendered, for being fair he is now punished. I will not say his ignore is 100% correct but neither will I point a finger at him for ignoring this.

And then there is the incessant 'antfucking' here. 'A white streak means dick' is such an example. Whether i give my girlfriend a flower just before I go to work(today at 5.30) or offer her a 20.000$ ring during a romantic dinner does not change the idea behind my present, neither will it change her reaction(the early hour may, but that doesnt matter here).
That she really has to carry a white flag is crap, an Ad hominem excuse to say 'I was right and he was wrong'.

For the record, this has nothing to do with him being 'fair' during Brimstone, this has everything to do with his IC and OOC conduct in this RP. Bringing up what he did in an RP that took place months ago is straying from the topic at hand.

Those were the terms Voll, plain and simple. Dump went into this RP for several days after the fact, to which I assumed that this would not be a problem. To make excuses for the fact that he could not follow the most basic of rules is inane, and there is no way you can justify him not following them.

She brought a Tiger? And that is a weapon that will destroy AMF, a weapon the strongest, most feared and respected nation in the world has problems with? Everyone seems to neglect the fact that she came to AMF (I'd bring a couple million troops) without anything but a pet. Yets she came 'armed, go ahead and use it as argument now, Damien is afraid of a big cat.

Come now. It most certainly could have been used as a weapon, especially in her encounter with Dreadfire. Look, Damien is not a coward, but he's not stupid either. NOBODY on the face of the earth would allow a large predatory animal into a meeting with a national leader, I'm sorry.

No, AMF you dissapoint me (for the second time now), You expect him to crawl after that Brimstone thing, My respect will go to Dump, for what he has gone trough in the past and what he has to endure here.

Don't make the mistake of confusing IC and OOC feelings here Voll, I know you're not a noob. ICly, you're right, I expect him to be on his knees. OOCly, I was looking forward to a good diplomatic RP, followed by a good war. I don't (nor have I ever) expected Dump to 'crawl' OOCly, but you can bet your ass ICly I do.

And there is really no reason for you to be disappointed in me, clearly I did nothing wrong in this RP.

And then there is the incessant 'antfucking' here. 'A white streak means dick' is such an example. Whether i give my girlfriend a flower just before I go to work(today at 5.30) or offer her a 20.000$ ring during a romantic dinner does not change the idea behind my present, neither will it change her reaction(the early hour may, but that doesnt matter here).

In your practical argument I would state the following situations are probably disparate, but let's use them for comparison. Everything in the role-play is centered on the arts of author intent and receiver perception (please note those words). It can be argued that, like your offerings of physical romanticism, a text based multi-author storyline is a tenuous balance of intent and perception over a long period of time. For example, let us examine the two case scenarios you have presented to the public at large to support your argument....

In the first example, that being the presentation of a flower to your significant other, the perception of the flower's receiver (from the giver's standpoint) would be one of immediate, temporary, emotional gratification; the recipient would more than likely be emotionally touched for perhaps the better part of a day or two, thus fulfilling the romantic intent of the deliverer of said flower.

The second example, that being the presentation of a small, expensive, item of jewelry, the perception of the recipient (from the giver's standpoint once again) in an average socioeconomic circumstance would probably be of a more lasting permanence. An item such as this, given its relative wealth (to the average person) and common symbolisms of permanence in western society, would probably lead to the forging of emotionally permanent bonds between giver and reviver. However, if the giver was only looking for some small, immediate, and temporary gratification than this present was perfect to satisfy only limited parts of intent and almost nothing in the arena of perception due to its long standing symbolism.

Fact of the matter is it is an accepted international convention to present a white piece of fabric, shaped in a rough flag, as an international sign of truce. It has been accepted as such since at least the time of the Viking conquests and is just one of those unwritten laws of society. The thing is, a white streak in the hair could simply be dismissed as a genetic trait or something of a more ceremonial nature; something which the average foot soldier or busy leader would not consider a sign of truce. The character might be considered unique, or perhaps elderly, by your role-playing partner, but certainly no nation with a simulated war weary background (and plenty of extraneous components with no qualms openly expressing their wish to kill Damien outright) would ever accept her truce unless the international conventions were held fast from the beginning.

Let us look more at another aggravation which brought us this RP's untimely demise.


She brought a Tiger? And that is a weapon that will destroy AMF, a weapon the strongest, most feared and respected nation in the world has problems with? Everyone seems to neglect the fact that she came to AMF (I'd bring a couple million troops) without anything but a pet. Yets she came 'armed, go ahead and use it as argument now, Damien is afraid of a big cat.

Once again, look at perception and intent in the following context of the argument. To Automagfreek's credit, he practiced some restraint in the exchange, but now consider the argument that any character who is in a position of power. After that, think of the intent of Dumpsterdam in context as well; this event, coupled with the continued abrasiveness of his character and liberal interpretations of the rules, was supposed to, in his perception, either awe or cow Damien into releasing his emperor in a timely fashion.

However, the perceptions Dumpsterdam had made in judging AMF proved to be the wrong effort for the outcome. The presentation of a large, predatory, wild animal invokes not only a sense of hubris and aloofness on behalf of the owner but should make the recipient of the tiger's owner very wary indeed for reasons of self preservation which are universal to nearly all humans. It would be the perception of Damien that would believe bringing a 450 pound wild cat who can just as easily tip over a fully loaded jeep is simply meant as a pet is near fallacy. Anyone who values their life and has some cognitive abilities might see this as a way to dispose through accident or natural calamity, and as far and I can perceive Damien is not a complete idiot in the manner of his daily survival.

In addition, as far as I can tell, the above statement by the previous author is meant to goad more than prove a point. In the last sentence, stating that Damien is "afraid" of a large cat, invokes imagery that, in my own perception, leads me to believe that the author of the quote sees this character as a source of envy for out of character reasons. The wording resembles a call to duel or an assault on the manhood of a character which exists solely in the mind of one author and in turn assaults the thought processes of the author itself. However I digress from the argument at hand on the main subject of intent on the role of Dumpsterdam's involvement in said role-play, and I must retire this statement as I prepare for other business.

OOC:

Just to add to your remarks, Schultaria Prime.

When one is in a foreign country, one ought to be aware of how one conducts oneself (that is, perceived) in order to prevent any misunderstandings. As well, this incident is yet another reason why I have never sent my leader or senior officials abroad. Partially because the King is too big to move, but mostly I don't want any harm to come to him. In nearly all my threads, I've only sent an ambassador. And since my ambassadors (walruses) are usually on the order of two metric tons, it would take a bit to stop them.

Still, I don't see why this can't keep going. I mean, if my empress (or equivalent) was killed, then I would be plotting like mad.

OOC: Brilliant post Schultaria, you and Pantera have summed the situation up perfectly.

He did this to himself. If he did not want things to turn out this way, perhaps he should have followed the guidlines I gave him for this RP. My terms were so simply a 5 year old could have followed them, but he chose not to, and therefore suffered the consequences. There is nobody else in the wrong here except Dump.
The only thing I have seen is the TG and that looks like a riddle rather than guidelines. Some of those lines can be interpreted in many ways.
You are lucky here that I havent seen the AIM discussion, It wont answer to this.

For the record, this has nothing to do with him being 'fair' during Brimstone, this has everything to do with his IC and OOC conduct in this RP. Bringing up what he did in an RP that took place months ago is straying from the topic at hand.
An RP that took place months ago but was in fact the last encounter between AMF and Dumpsterdam.
You should not have dealt with him that way, there is nothing that you can say that will change my mind. He wanted some dignity to forget the past, you did not give him that, you took it.

Those were the terms Voll, plain and simple. Dump went into this RP for several days after the fact, to which I assumed that this would not be a problem. To make excuses for the fact that he could not follow the most basic of rules is inane, and there is no way you can justify him not following them.
Oh yes, you must have a flag with you and carry it above your head, if you lower it we will shoot you! Sounds like children playing tag. A white streak in the hair is an innovative way to replace that flag; she doesnt have to keep her arms up yet the white flag is always visible.



Come now. It most certainly could have been used as a weapon, especially in her encounter with Dreadfire. Look, Damien is not a coward, but he's not stupid either. NOBODY on the face of the earth would allow a large predatory animal into a meeting with a national leader, I'm sorry.
If she carried a pistol, i would have agreed with you, a big cat however can be stopped with a single 9mm from a small pistol like a Makarov. Its a pet and it cant do your leader any harm (Ayleast if he was smart enough to remain at a safe distance, or will you tell me now that you had not seen the animal until she pulled it out of her pocket?).



Don't make the mistake of confusing IC and OOC feelings here Voll, I know you're not a noob. ICly, you're right, I expect him to be on his knees. OOCly, I was looking forward to a good diplomatic RP, followed by a good war. I don't (nor have I ever) expected Dump to 'crawl' OOCly, but you can bet your ass ICly I do.
You control your leader, you decide what he does ICly. He crawled for you in the past, give him the credit he deserves.
I do not mix OOC with IC, You know I am not a n00b as you yourself just said

And there is really no reason for you to be disappointed in me, clearly I did nothing wrong in this RP.
I will not change what I said

[OOC: I apologise for butting in, but... would it not be best for Dumpsterdam and AMF to try to come to some kind of compromise, rather than each sticking their own corner, giving no ground and basically condemn the RP to OOC arguments / flaming and then IGNOREfest. I've seen too many RPs go down the drain because people are unwilling to compromise on things like this, and it's a shame that this RP, one which I've enjoyed reading so far, is looking set to follow.]

[OOC: I apologise for butting in, but... would it not be best for Dumpsterdam and AMF to try to come to some kind of compromise, rather than each sticking their own corner, giving no ground and basically condemn the RP to OOC arguments / flaming and then IGNOREfest. I've seen too many RPs go down the drain because people are unwilling to compromise on things like this, and it's a shame that this RP, one which I've enjoyed reading so far, is looking set to follow.]

Do not apologize, your remark is welcome and receives my support.

The only thing I have seen is the TG and that looks like a riddle rather than guidelines. Some of those lines can be interpreted in many ways.
You are lucky here that I havent seen the AIM discussion, It wont answer to this.

LOL!!!!!

There really is no other way to interpret that TM, it is as straightforward as they come. If you are having a hard time udnerstanding it, then perhaps you need to reconsider your priorities here. Allow me to disect the TM so you can better understand it. Make sure to read it slowly and pay special attention to the bold parts.

However, I'm still considering my alternatives here, including both peace and war.

This means that clearly war was still an open option for me.


The '...And Embers Rise' thread that is in I.I gives some more info on this. I do think it is a good idea to send her, and you have my OOC word that no harm will come to her character as long as she arrives under a white flag of truce and is unarmed. Any fast moves and both she and your emperor die.

Note how I said ARRIVES under a WHITE FLAG. When she stepped out of the plane she presented no white flag, and therefore broke this part of the agreement. In doing so, she effectively voided any OOC promise of mine to keep her safe.


An RP that took place months ago but was in fact the last encounter between AMF and Dumpsterdam.
You should not have dealt with him that way, there is nothing that you can say that will change my mind. He wanted some dignity to forget the past, you did not give him that, you took it.

This has nothing to do with dignity or pride. I think you are taking this game way too personally. Do not let my harsh IC actions make you think there is a higher OOC agenda here. Read Schultaria's last post.


Oh yes, you must have a flag with you and carry it above your head, if you lower it we will shoot you! Sounds like children playing tag. A white streak in the hair is an innovative way to replace that flag; she doesnt have to keep her arms up yet the white flag is always visible.

The TM says ARRIVAL under a white flag. White flag, not a streak in the hair. How do I know that she isn't simply aging and losing her hair color? Again, my explicit instrucitons called for a white flag before the RP would continue, and Dump continued on. Therefore I assumed that this request would have been met. It wasn't.




If she carried a pistol, i would have agreed with you, a big cat however can be stopped with a single 9mm from a small pistol like a Makarov. Its a pet and it cant do your leader any harm (Ayleast if he was smart enough to remain at a safe distance, or will you tell me now that you had not seen the animal until she pulled it out of her pocket?).

Does not matter. Who brings a large predatory animal to an international diplomatic meeting? If I brought a king cobra with me to a diplomatic meeting, I'm sure there would be some concern, no?




You control your leader, you decide what he does ICly. He crawled for you in the past, give him the credit he deserves.
I do not mix OOC with IC, You know I am not a n00b as you yourself just said

WRONG. You are assuming that IC and OOC feelings must be as one, and you cannot be further from the truth. IC and OOC and two different elements that do not interact with eachother. Your statement above does not hold water. OOCly I do give him credit, but that does not mean that ICly I have to give him anything. I suggest you read the roleplay stickies on IC/OOC conduct.


I will not change what I said

And multiple posters have proven both you and Dump to be wrong.

Hmmm... damn. This looked to be a good RP.

All my opinions have been stated three or four times, except for one. I agree that it was stepping a bit over the line to RP what the other player's character does. But considering that she really would not have any choice in the matter when dealing with POed Sentinals pushing her around, plus the tossed can catching was a small detail that it was not worth stopping a post for, I can see why he did it.

Personally I would have had the DDers aim their weapons at her and stop the post there, so Dump could at least put the stamp on the envelope after sealing his character's fate in it, or at least beg for mercy. But that's just me.

[OOC: Another good role play out the window. I read through some of the pages, but could someone surmise the entire OOC situation? I'll try to talk with Dumpsterdam when I can. It seems to me, however, of what I've read, that this 'ignore' can easily be repealed...I was looking foward to reading this RP.]

Please people, no more speculations or accusations, I have more then enough to contend with now.

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=412198

This will explain alot I hope...

Look, Damien is not a coward, but he's not stupid either. NOBODY on the face of the earth would allow a large predatory animal into a meeting with a national leader, I'm sorry.




Well, mine does, but then again he's usually drunk and those are hallucinations.

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preventing flames through humour since uh um 5 or 6 minutes ago

LOL!!!!!

There really is no other way to interpret that TM, it is as straightforward as they come. If you are having a hard time udnerstanding it, then perhaps you need to reconsider your priorities here. Allow me to disect the TM so you can better understand it. Make sure to read it slowly and pay special attention to the bold parts.
You are the author, you know perfectly what it means. So do all those whom you spoke of this telegram and your intentions. In my eyes there are no guidelines. The whole thing of the white flag was interpreted differently(not as strict as you would like) by Dumpsterdam.
As I said, I was not part of the OOC discussions and i wont discuss this any further.

Note how I said ARRIVES under a WHITE FLAG. When she stepped out of the plane she presented no white flag, and therefore broke this part of the agreement. In doing so, she effectively voided any OOC promise of mine to keep her safe.
Read what I wrote earlier

This has nothing to do with dignity or pride. I think you are taking this game way too personally. Do not let my harsh IC actions make you think there is a higher OOC agenda here. Read Schultaria's last post.
I never take games personally, games are supposed to be fun and as my brother often sais 'If you dont enjoy it, quit'.
You seem to be forgetting the past here, I'll come back on this later in this post.

The TM says ARRIVAL under a white flag. White flag, not a streak in the hair. How do I know that she isn't simply aging and losing her hair color? Again, my explicit instrucitons called for a white flag before the RP would continue, and Dump continued on. Therefore I assumed that this request would have been met. It wasn't.
Politburo, KGB, Room40, Abwehr, Stasi, Gestapo(yes even the Gestapo).
All have a somewhat similar task: Information gathering. If you as national leader go to another nation then the intelligence services of that nation will brief their diplomats and leader about your looks, background, character.
This includes a photograph of the person you are meeting, so you would have seen the streak and known it meant something and you could have asked.
All this does not change that it is ridiculous to expect a person to run around with a white flag all the time.

Does not matter. Who brings a large predatory animal to an international diplomatic meeting? If I brought a king cobra with me to a diplomatic meeting, I'm sure there would be some concern, no?
Intelligence services would have told you that this person like to bring around Tigers to meetings. A tiger will not allow you to walk next to it if it does not consider you to be family (that is only possible if you took care of it since it was born). Your Example of a king Cobra is impossible, a King Cobra would not allow you to come near it, the only way to deal with it is through training and removing the snakes fangs (which results in death after approx 3 months).
The snake would still not allow you to attack an enemy either, Slugshot: BANG, problem solved.
I dont see what so bad about bringing a tiger to a meeting with the enemy, except as a symbol it has no use.

WRONG. You are assuming that IC and OOC feelings must be as one, and you cannot be further from the truth. IC and OOC and two different elements that do not interact with eachother. Your statement above does not hold water. OOCly I do give him credit, but that does not mean that ICly I have to give him anything. I suggest you read the roleplay stickies on IC/OOC conduct.
If you give him credit OOCly then you will adapt your IC actions, not doing so is (even when some sticky allows you to) sad and dissapointing. Dissapointing like telegrams that begin with "look, I make the offers here", the refusal to talk about peace between RWC and NATO and Spies in the RWC. Noone tells you you cannot do this. I can, however, tell you that it is sad and dissapointing.


And multiple posters have proven both you and Dump to be wrong.
No they are just pushing everything in the direction that makes them right, but it doesnt mean they are. I do not say Dump was 100% correct, but neither were you.

And that was the last of my posts in this thread mainly out of respect for others, you can put it where I think you can now.

You are the author, you know perfectly what it means. So do all those whom you spoke of this telegram and your intentions. In my eyes there are no guidelines. The whole thing of the white flag was interpreted differently(not as strict as you would like) by Dumpsterdam.
As I said, I was not part of the OOC discussions and i wont discuss this any further.

You seem to be the only person who is having a hard time interpreting how painfully simple I made my terms.




Politburo, KGB, Room40, Abwehr, Stasi, Gestapo(yes even the Gestapo).
All have a somewhat similar task: Information gathering. If you as national leader go to another nation then the intelligence services of that nation will brief their diplomats and leader about your looks, background, character.
This includes a photograph of the person you are meeting, so you would have seen the streak and known it meant something and you could have asked.
All this does not change that it is ridiculous to expect a person to run around with a white flag all the time.


The streak in the hair is ridiculous, and my Sentinels made it clear that that would not suffice. And did I ever say that I expected her to run around with the flag the whole time? No, you're putting words in my mouth, and doing a poor job at it.


Intelligence services would have told you that this person like to bring around Tigers to meetings. A tiger will not allow you to walk next to it if it does not consider you to be family (that is only possible if you took care of it since it was born). Your Example of a king Cobra is impossible, a King Cobra would not allow you to come near it, the only way to deal with it is through training and removing the snakes fangs (which results in death after approx 3 months).
The snake would still not allow you to attack an enemy either, Slugshot: BANG, problem solved.
I dont see what so bad about bringing a tiger to a meeting with the enemy, except as a symbol it has no use.

LOL!

I still can't believe you're trying to justify bringing a freakin' TIGER into a diplomatic meeting. I don't think you realize just how truely stupid that sounds.


If you give him credit OOCly then you will adapt your IC actions, not doing so is (even when some sticky allows you to) sad and dissapointing.

I am not required in any way, shape, or form to change my In Character roleplay actions for Out Of Character reasons. Expecting me to do so proves to me that you really do not understand the concept of roleplay and the seperation of IC and OOC. Why do you think it is against RP etiquette to declare war for OOC reasons? Using your logic that IC and OOC must reflect eachother, then declaring war for OOC reasons is alright.

LOL.


Dissapointing like telegrams that begin with "look, I make the offers here", the refusal to talk about peace between RWC and NATO and Spies in the RWC. Noone tells you you cannot do this. I can, however, tell you that it is sad and dissapointing.

Again, you are not judge and jury. I believe said telegram was In Character, but I honestly do not expect you to understand that and make the seperation. Think it sad and disappointing all you want, but I do NOT have to adjust my IC personality because of OOC reasons. Voll, seriously, you have a lot to learn about roleplay.

No they are just pushing everything in the direction that makes them right, but it doesnt mean they are. I do not say Dump was 100% correct, but neither were you.

I did absolutly nothing wrong, and you are the only person who think so. Your warped delusions about how IC and OOC feelings have to be as one have seriously distrubes me. Even Sephrioth understands that IC and OOC do not interact, but for some reason you expect it to.

THAT is sad and disappointing.

[ooc-from the audience reading...]

The terms were simple. I don't think anyone of normal intelligence would accede without trying to negotiate-but they WERE simple.
Claiming a streak of hair as a white flag is a studied and calculated insult, or would be anywhere I've seen. The Tiger, while neat from a "Ooh-Kewl" perspective, wouldn't be allowed in-most Diplomatic Meetings don't allow pets (even when they do allow bodyguards), and unless you've got some damn strange diseases, a medical reason isn't likely with a Feline. (i.e. a blind person might be able to get away with a Wolf seeing-eye-dog, but cats??? no.)

it's a shame this RP degenerated into bickering, the Players have quite a reputation for good RP's, and I was looking forward to reading it for really-good-bits to use in my own. Alas... this was not to be.


I guess I'll settle for using it as a source of tips for what not to do, neh?