NationStates Jolt Archive

Britain was being transformed. Bunkers, trenches; mines; the beaches becoming Imperial mockeries of normality; an island becomes a fortress, a man becomes a God. Marcus De Drakan had set his new throne upon Glasgow; as Capital of the United Chronosian Kingdom of Scotland and Ireland. The Boundaries of Scotland now encapsulated England. A fitting gesture; he felt; of the rebellious norths martial pride.

Now; he sent forth his envoys, all garbed in black; their bodies rife with scars and oaths of fealty hung from their dark armor. He sent them to the people of Transylvania; and the opposing Empire stretched out before him. with hugnry hand and greedy eye, he coveted what remained of France; for though his empire was great, his hunger and desire were limitless.

Come forth, Count. Meet me upon the site of my new capital; my new Eden. Come to me and let us have our parley. You are head of a great power, as I too am. You would hold the world in your grasp; I would wind my fingers about that self-same sphere. Coem hither; come now. There is much to discuss of the world and those within it.

After getting the message for the new ruler of Great Britain and most of Northern Europe, the Count had ordered his plane ready. Marcus De Drakan had created an empire with the islands of Europe, one he calls the United Chronosian Kingdom of Scotland and Ireland.

The Count was wearing his normal stuff; a black shirt, black leather pants, a black leather duster with the Black Wolves’ symbol (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/BWSymbol.jpg) on the upper right arm, a gold belt buckle with the letters ‘C.S.A.’, and a black cowboy hat. He boards his plane with everything he need. A couple of Black Wolf soldiers and General Ketilbjörn of the Viking Division were on the plane too. General Ketilbjörn is a massive man with long black hair and a long black beard. He was around 7’2” tall and weight over 300 pound but it was his muscles. After the plane enters the air, it would be in Glasgow in about an hour or so.

His plane was a black Citation X (http://www.airroyale.com/aircraft/citation_x.html) with the Black Wolves’ symbol on each side of it and on the tail of the plane. It call number was Wolf06.

OOC: You can land it.

The plane tore from the skies to the solid ground, the welcoming embrace of terra firma, at Glasgow International Airport. Led through its halls; its occupants were quickly escorted to the sheer black limousines, where the message for them played upon small televisions.

Marcus De Drakan was reclined in a large ornate throne; gold played amongst obsidian and alabaster. Marble toyed about precious stones. He sighed softly, and with infinite care and diplomatic grace; began to speak.

"Greetings Count; and welcome to my beautiful land. You shall find here in my country, purity of essence and form. All is prepared for your arrival; an ornate feast in yuor honor at my newly built Imperial Palace. Tibet was...Rather far from my central goals and endeavors. Once again, I stand within the halls of my ancient homeland. Once again; I feel the embrace of the Scottish air. You shall come now; and behold the glory I plan to build"

The Palace reached up; an immense gothic monument to His glory. Angels and gargoyles adorned its gothic frame; great murals and mosaics covered walls and floor; gold glittered amongst marble and pearl. Precious stones gleamed in ornate jewel fittings and displays. His was a realm adorned in decadence and wealth. The throne room; that great throne set amongst statues, murals; great dedications; was a shining centre of this place; gleaming with untold wealth and promise. And there; sat before them, was Marcus De Drakan; to the right his son Remiel, and to the left, his son Lucian.

"Welcome'; noble visitors from distant shores. I trust your trip was enjoyable."

“Yes, it was enjoyable.” said the Count. He and his men bowed their heads to Marcus and his sons. To his right stood General Ketilbjörn and two Black Wolves were behind them. The General and the soldiers were in Transylvanian body armor (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/TransylvanianBA.jpg) in the colors of dark gray and black. General Ketilbjörn had a huge axe (http://www.runenews.com/images/axe5.jpg) on his back, weighted around 125 pounds. The soldiers were armed with AR-56 assault rifle.

“This is General Ketilbjörn of the Black Wolves’ Viking Division.” said the Count as he pointed at the huge man. “The Black Wolves are my private army. Only loyal to me.”

“Now, you said you wanted to discuss something with me.” he said. “Something about the world.”

"These are my sons; Remiel and Lucian; both Generals in my great Army. The Chronosian Imperial Guard" he chuckles softly as he rises from his throne; armor gleaming in the light of countless braziers; long silk cloaks flowing behind him as he walked down the great steps towards the count. "Ah yes; the world. We are what could be considered, the superpowers of our age. Nations consuming nations; growing larger, stronger...Becoming more than what we are"

He chuckled softly. "And we are all more that what we began as. We are born of our brothers. Made glorious in war and conquest. We are the greatest of the created parasites. We are hunters and warriors. That is why you have come here"

Smirking, he placed his hand upon the Count's shoulder, gesturing for him to come as they made their way towards the banquet hall.

"We should be friends....Allies. We should not, fight over territories we claim or may one day claim...Think of all we could do together; united....Working as a team for a greater good. For a united and balanced world...."

“Well, Mr. De Drakan, I’m looking for a powerful ally.” said the Count as he walked side by side with Marcus. “The Dominion controls most of Europe as of right now. Western Russia is in our control and a good size of the Middle East is, too. But I don’t feel like I’m happy.”

“I’m looking to plan an invasion to get control of the rest of Germany.” he said. “And Greece, I have been wanting Greece for a long time.”

“The other half of France looks tasty, too. And Italy looks better.” he added. “Mr. De Drakan, tell what you want of your future ally?”

"Please, call me Marcus" He chuckled slightly. "We are both men of appetites, considerable appetites. We desire more land, more territory; more control. And we shall have it. Consider it a military alliance; a vast unity to share the spoils of war. I have much; but I desire more. More control beyond my borders; more land and resource to call my own. As do you. Together; we can secure our hold over greater portions of this planet. Controlling or conquering those who stand against us. they shall learn the law of the land; Convert or Die. Swear allegience, or face destruction. Why should we not play the role of great and capricious powers, gods, if you will?"

“I will call you Marcus then. You can call me Count or JWolf.” said the Count. Listening to Marcus made him think of the old days. When ancient armies took a lot of land.

“Well, Marcus, you are like my long lost brother.” he said. “And by the power of the God-Emperor of the Dominion, we will form a military alliance. Then we will take over the world as allies.”

“So, I have an idea. Joint military operations in both France and Germany. I get the rest of Germany and you will get the other half of France.” he started. “Then move on to Belgium and the Netherlands after France and Germany are in our control. You can have Belgium and I will have the Netherlands.”

“At the same time as the French and German invasions, I will have my men invade Greece. We will be fighting one empire in these invasions. A empire called ‘Dracun Imperium’.”

“After that, all of Europe but the other half of Italy will be in control of our powerful empires.” he finished.

"And I shall take Italy as my own; spreading across the Mediteranean. There is a land, Tunisia; the remains of old Carthage. I shall take it and use it and Italy to avenge the sleights of Rome past." He chuckles gently. "he who controls the Mediteranean, controls Europe. Once we have control of either side of that sea; we shall focuss our attentions across the Atlantic..."

“You don’t think I would want the rest of Italy.” asked the Count. “Aosta Valley, Emilia-Romagna, Friuli-Venezia Giulia, Liguria, Lombardy, Marches, Piedmont, Trentino-South Tyrol, Tuscany, and Veneto are in the Dominion control.”

“And the Strait of Gibraltar is in control of the Dominion.” he added. “The Mediterranean is in our control.”

“But I have another idea, the Dominion get control over Italy and we help you take over Botswana, Burundi, Rwanda, Namibia, and Zimbabwe.” he started. “To add to your African Empire. So how do you like that plan?”

Marcus was not one to be dissuaded by honeyed words; while the count was a skilled negotiator; Marcus' stubborness was near legendary. His single statement, seemed to seal that; to enforce upon the Count that this was an equal; not a mere ally to be bossed around.

"Italy." He intoned; fixing his eyes upon the Count. And then he smirked rather broadly.

"However; I do enjoy the idea of asserting my grasp over Africa; so perhaps, in time it can become negotiable."

Damn, he reminds me of somebody. Somebody from my past. he said to himself.

“But I do have another idea. I rule Italy but you can have ten military bases, ten air force bases, and ten naval bases there. Any spot you want them, you can put them there.”

“But the Holy See will not be touched. I don’t want no military near it.” he added. “A lot of my people are Roman Catholics. So, the Holy See will remain part of our alliance but no military will be there.”

“Then after Europe is in control of our alliance and you have more land in your African empire, we move across the Atlantic.” he started. “Maybe have some of my air fly in to your Maine territory or any of your North America territories. And start taking more states to be added to your empire.”

“But we need to plan our Europe invasions before we start anything else.” he finished.

"Of course; we must plan our wars with steady hand and steely heart. Nothing can stand in the way of our righteous determination" he sat himself at the head of the great table; raising a glass of absinthe, downing the potent liquor in an instant as he chuckled softly; watching the count.

"We shall sweep aside all who oppose us, and make the world ours; ours to nurture and care for. Ours to guide. For who are more worthy than we?"

The Count took his glass of absinthe and down the whole thing. “Now, I have a couple of plans to tell you. You can add to them, if you want.” he started. “France, Germany, and Greece would be our first invasions. I invade France at two side.”

“You attack from the ocean and I have my forces attack their backsides.” he said. “That will make them fight a two way fight. At the same time, we attack Germany. Your forces can use Denmark as a launching point, my forces will use Austria, the Czech Republic territory, Poland, and Switzerland as launching points.”

"And at the same time, I will have my men attack Greece’s northern border.” he added. “You can add to those plans.”

"And how much land shall I gain from it. I do not go to war merely to expand your territory; but to infuse my own with new life. I shall not play puppet to your glory; I shall not simply aid you in your conquests. My men shall have their own conquests." He smirked softly, pourijng himself another glass.

"My men shall disable the Channel Tunnel and invade across the ocean; my men shall strike from key positions in my European territories, and crush those before me; taking for myself. That is the whole of the law..."

“You will get the other half of France, the Netherlands and Belgium to be placed into your empire. I will take the rest of Germany and Greece to be added into the Dominion.”

“I said early that, I would take the Netherlands but I changed my mind about It.” he said. “After we take those five nations and add them to other empires, I will have my men invade Italy.”

“And then we will move to Africa. To add more territories for your African empire.” he finished.

"Italy is not yet settled; Count. Nor would I expect it to be handled so....carelessly in your words. We have great interest in attaining Italy for our own agendas. I also plan a Spanish invasion whereby Spain, and eventually both ends of the Straights of Gibralter shall belong to me. Chronosian ideals and plans involve the controlling of the Mediteranneans gate. Operation Gatekeeper; a tale for another time, I am sure, my...friend"

“Do you not know what the Dominion has in its borders? Spain is in our borders and the Straights of Gibraltar is in our control.” said the Count. “Meaning that the Mediterranean gates are in the Dominion‘s control.”

“And Italy is settled.” said the Count. “The Dominion has already part of Italy in its control. It is the northern part of Italy. The Greece and Italy invasions will be done by my men.”

“Don’t be greedy, Marcus.” he added. “The other half of France, the Netherlands and Belgium to be added in your European empire is a lot of land. Plus, do you have Iceland in your control?”

“I think the answer is no.” asked the Count. “Take Iceland and add to your empire.”

“Plus, we will help you gain more African territories into your empire.” he added as he took a drink of absinthe. “If you want this alliance to work, we will not fight over who get Italy or any other territories.”

"More simply; you will not budge on your own....presumptions" Marcus sighed softly. "Very well; what you have discussed shall be mine; Africa shall largely be mine. But your influence shall not enter my lands. I would keep our goals similar, but our Empires, most assuredly seperate. Lest your Dominion encroach too fully upon the Imperium."

“Now, you are listening.” he said. He is a pain in the butt, the Count said to himself. “I did say that you could have ten military bases, ten air force bases, and ten naval bases in Italy, if you want them.”

“But the hardest part is when to strike on this Dracun Imperium.” he stated. “Three months from this day to a year from this day?”

“The Dominion and your Imperium are allies. There is no need for us to encroach on your Imperium.”

"Glad to know it" Had I all the Empire's in the world; it would not expand across his overblown arrogance; I can almost taste its taint "Then we shall have peace; and we shall strike as the Hammer against our foe. When none can stand against us; we shall celebrate our victory over this world; and dance a merry jig through what remains, yes?" He ran a hand through long black hair, his other hand caressing the Scabbard of his ancestral blade; the intricately carved and rune-marked blade of Lifesbane.

“Yes, we will.” said the Count. “The world will fear our empires. Death to those who don‘t join us and slavery to the one who we defeat in battle.”

“We will be powerful figures on this planet.” he added. “So, we strike in three months?”

"Five. Let us not....count our eggs before they hatch. If we are unprepared, things could turn badly for us. We do not wish to be....caught off our guard; do we, Count?"

“Nope, we don’t want to be caught off our guard.” said the Count. “I will have my best Generals and other commanders to come over here.”

“So, that they could meet with your top Generals and plan our invasion better then us two.” he added.