Automagfreek
25-02-2006, 08:53
OOC: Alas, I have returned to action.
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It had been many years after the fall of the Kraven Corporation and since the Empire withdrew from the world. Many long nights had passed into memory as Damien walked the corridors of the Great Hall, his will and spirit rusted from laziness.
The 'great' AMF war machine had healed its wounds since the devastating biological attack by the Capitol Police wiped out 120,000 Sentinels in one swift stroke. Though Dreadfire was hesitant to unleash it once more, the thought certainly never left his mind. The world was not what it once was either...but then again, what once came into being would never come into being ever again. Gone were the days of Lord Melkor and his wrath. Gone were the days of GDODAD and their rampages. Hopefully the day of Automagfreek and Damien Dreadfire would not be gone.....hopefully.
As the sun broke through the snow covered treeline, the fiery Warlord woke from his slumber. His joints cracked as he stood from his bed and stretched, taking up the Relic's Sword and going through his morning exercises. As he twirled the mighty blade about, he noticed footsteps were coming down the hall and towards his chambers. The door creaked openly slowly and revealed the source of the footsteps, his son Azrael.
Good morning father.
Damien nodded his head as he continued to cut the air with the sword, somewhat uninterested by his son's presence. He spun about in a circle and executed a powerful slash, and as he did his blade met that of another sword. He cocked his head in wonder as he saw Azrael blocking his strike with his Panteran sword. Dreadfire smirked and retracted his weapon, moving his body into a striking position and preparing to spar with the lad.
Azrael assumed a high guard position and moved in first with great speed, his sword generating a blue spark as it clashed with the Relic's Sword. The rugged broadsword as large and intimidating, but the smaller Panteran blade could easily dice even Dreadfire into sections. Azrael's sword then swung down low towards Damien's knees, hoping to draw first blood and win the match. But the cunning Warlord was not too slow, jumping ever so slightly over the strike and coming down with a vertical slash. Azrael leaned to his right and narrowly avoided the powerful cut, his own sword directed towards the hilt of Damien's weapon.
Dreadfire releaed the Relic's Sword and let it fall towards the ground, and he then executed a combat roll and took it up with his left hand to block another downward strike from Azrael. With his left halting the movement of his son's blade, Damien reached into his boot and removed a small knife and proceeded to gently cut the shin of his son. The match had been won.
You cheated....
Dreadfire laughed out loud. In combat, there is no such thing as 'cheating' m'boy. Your weakness is not your style, but your inability to do whatever it takes to be victorious. Azrael rolled his eyes playfully and placed his weapon in its scabbard, moving across the large room and pouring himself a fine Freekish ale.
So what brings you here Azrael?
The Advocate took a long pull from the tankard before wiping clean his face, swallowing the liquid hard and exhaling. Yesterday I walked through Camp Rock. Our forces are back at 100% strength, and our economy has topped off since the end of the Kraven War. Damien nodded in satisfaction and allowed his son to continue.
I think it's time we become more involved in global affairs father. Many may view us as weakened for having gone into seclusion following our victory in Kravonika. I'm not saying we need to go looking for a fight, but we at least need to get out there more.....you know?
Damien motioned for Azrael to join him near his famous balcony that overlooked the gardens below. Automagfreek has always been an advocate for change. For as long as the Freeks have graced our lands, things have always evolved over time. Following the Kraven Wars, I sensed that yet again change would sweep our lands....and indeed it will. While my legacy will never be forgotten, eventually I will die. Perhaps now is the time for a new legacy to begin, so that when my time comes a righteous and powerful figure will fill the void.
Azrael nodded. You cast a large shadow father. But do not be modest, you still have many long years ahead of you. Dreadfire chuckled ever so slightly.
This I know, but all I'm saying is that maybe it is time for Azrael to take the reigns...you know, try it on for size. I want you to become my Chancellor and begin carving out your own story. I want people to sing of your exploits for centuries to come after our bodies have turned to dust. I trust you will make me and your forefathers proud. If you don't live for something, then you will die for nothing.
~From the desk of Lord Damien the Destroyer, Supreme Warlord of the Excessively Armed Empire of Automagfreek~
Alas the long cold of winter sweeps through our lands, as well as the tides of change. Many years have passed since the Sentinels stormed the shores of Kravonika, and since then Automagfreek has shifted back into peace time yet again. Our military is restocked and our economy is swelling once more. All seems well once more.
It is in light of these events that Automagfreek opens itself once more to the world. My son Azreal has been appointed my Chancellor, and will begin dealing with AMF affairs more intimately. He has proven himself a mighty warrior, and now he will prove himself a noble leader.
Automagfreek also reaffirms its commitment to its allies and its Gholgoth brothers. You have not been forgotten, and you will never lose favor in the eyes of the Empire.
http://img127.imageshack.us/img127/5512/damiennew9dz.jpg
---Damien the Destroyer---
-Supreme Warlord of AMF-
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It had been many years after the fall of the Kraven Corporation and since the Empire withdrew from the world. Many long nights had passed into memory as Damien walked the corridors of the Great Hall, his will and spirit rusted from laziness.
The 'great' AMF war machine had healed its wounds since the devastating biological attack by the Capitol Police wiped out 120,000 Sentinels in one swift stroke. Though Dreadfire was hesitant to unleash it once more, the thought certainly never left his mind. The world was not what it once was either...but then again, what once came into being would never come into being ever again. Gone were the days of Lord Melkor and his wrath. Gone were the days of GDODAD and their rampages. Hopefully the day of Automagfreek and Damien Dreadfire would not be gone.....hopefully.
As the sun broke through the snow covered treeline, the fiery Warlord woke from his slumber. His joints cracked as he stood from his bed and stretched, taking up the Relic's Sword and going through his morning exercises. As he twirled the mighty blade about, he noticed footsteps were coming down the hall and towards his chambers. The door creaked openly slowly and revealed the source of the footsteps, his son Azrael.
Good morning father.
Damien nodded his head as he continued to cut the air with the sword, somewhat uninterested by his son's presence. He spun about in a circle and executed a powerful slash, and as he did his blade met that of another sword. He cocked his head in wonder as he saw Azrael blocking his strike with his Panteran sword. Dreadfire smirked and retracted his weapon, moving his body into a striking position and preparing to spar with the lad.
Azrael assumed a high guard position and moved in first with great speed, his sword generating a blue spark as it clashed with the Relic's Sword. The rugged broadsword as large and intimidating, but the smaller Panteran blade could easily dice even Dreadfire into sections. Azrael's sword then swung down low towards Damien's knees, hoping to draw first blood and win the match. But the cunning Warlord was not too slow, jumping ever so slightly over the strike and coming down with a vertical slash. Azrael leaned to his right and narrowly avoided the powerful cut, his own sword directed towards the hilt of Damien's weapon.
Dreadfire releaed the Relic's Sword and let it fall towards the ground, and he then executed a combat roll and took it up with his left hand to block another downward strike from Azrael. With his left halting the movement of his son's blade, Damien reached into his boot and removed a small knife and proceeded to gently cut the shin of his son. The match had been won.
You cheated....
Dreadfire laughed out loud. In combat, there is no such thing as 'cheating' m'boy. Your weakness is not your style, but your inability to do whatever it takes to be victorious. Azrael rolled his eyes playfully and placed his weapon in its scabbard, moving across the large room and pouring himself a fine Freekish ale.
So what brings you here Azrael?
The Advocate took a long pull from the tankard before wiping clean his face, swallowing the liquid hard and exhaling. Yesterday I walked through Camp Rock. Our forces are back at 100% strength, and our economy has topped off since the end of the Kraven War. Damien nodded in satisfaction and allowed his son to continue.
I think it's time we become more involved in global affairs father. Many may view us as weakened for having gone into seclusion following our victory in Kravonika. I'm not saying we need to go looking for a fight, but we at least need to get out there more.....you know?
Damien motioned for Azrael to join him near his famous balcony that overlooked the gardens below. Automagfreek has always been an advocate for change. For as long as the Freeks have graced our lands, things have always evolved over time. Following the Kraven Wars, I sensed that yet again change would sweep our lands....and indeed it will. While my legacy will never be forgotten, eventually I will die. Perhaps now is the time for a new legacy to begin, so that when my time comes a righteous and powerful figure will fill the void.
Azrael nodded. You cast a large shadow father. But do not be modest, you still have many long years ahead of you. Dreadfire chuckled ever so slightly.
This I know, but all I'm saying is that maybe it is time for Azrael to take the reigns...you know, try it on for size. I want you to become my Chancellor and begin carving out your own story. I want people to sing of your exploits for centuries to come after our bodies have turned to dust. I trust you will make me and your forefathers proud. If you don't live for something, then you will die for nothing.
~From the desk of Lord Damien the Destroyer, Supreme Warlord of the Excessively Armed Empire of Automagfreek~
Alas the long cold of winter sweeps through our lands, as well as the tides of change. Many years have passed since the Sentinels stormed the shores of Kravonika, and since then Automagfreek has shifted back into peace time yet again. Our military is restocked and our economy is swelling once more. All seems well once more.
It is in light of these events that Automagfreek opens itself once more to the world. My son Azreal has been appointed my Chancellor, and will begin dealing with AMF affairs more intimately. He has proven himself a mighty warrior, and now he will prove himself a noble leader.
Automagfreek also reaffirms its commitment to its allies and its Gholgoth brothers. You have not been forgotten, and you will never lose favor in the eyes of the Empire.
http://img127.imageshack.us/img127/5512/damiennew9dz.jpg
---Damien the Destroyer---
-Supreme Warlord of AMF-