Automagfreek
18-10-2007, 17:37
The news had already swept through all of Automagfreek, and was indeed making its way across all of Gholgoth; Dreadfire was coming home. The war against Doomingsland had ended in with an unexpected twist...for the two rival leaders had come to an understanding on the battlefield. A mutual respect had been developed through the heat of battle, and as a result a ceasefire was agreed upon by both sides. The world had become a much different place since the war had started, and as a result agendas evolved and changed along the way, and priorities were not what they once were.
While speculation would inevitably erupt as to who the victor was, this much was made certain: there clearly was none. While Doomingsland was not destroyed and still maintains its slave trading, Automagfreek did what many thought it could not; take the fight to a nation many thought could repel a Freekish invasion. Thus AMF was proven to still be a relevant power (especially at sea) after many years of doubt, and the military progress that was made was better than some Freekish analysts expected. Without doubt both sides could claim their small victories from the peaceful conclusion of the war, but when all was said and done there simply was no clear cut winner. If anything, both sides ultimately benefitted from their trial through fire, and the rough alliance that unfolded from the chaos would inevitably shock the world.
After several more days in Doomingsland to discuss matter with Maximus, Damien flew back to ULE City to much fanfare. However he avoided the press and instead opted to return to the Great Hall, where Azrael awaited his return. The Sentinels guards outside the large oak doors of the ancient building stood sharply at attention as their battered Warlord strode by, a rare but happy expression upon his face. It was good to be home.
Everyone at the Hall had packed the front room as the door slowly opened and Damien stepped inside, and much celebrating . Clapping, cheering, and enthusiastic shouts rang out as Dreadfire made his way towards the staircase on the other side of the chamber. Along the way he shook hands with the likes of Hartman, Bonesplitter, The One, and his close personal staff and advisors. As he began to ascend the stairs to the second level, he turned around to face the crowd once more, offering no great speech but instead waving to them all before starting off again. Upstairs Azrael had been waiting in the throne room, sitting next to the large black obsidian seat of power and waiting for his father to arrive. Moments after the cheering died down Damien entered the room and locked eyes with his son, a smile crossing his face. Good to see you again boy. I've heard about what you've done to British Londinium while I was away. I'm impressed, I never knew you had it in you.
After drinks and a few moments to catch up, Dreadfire summoned Azrael forth to his private gardens outside, and the pair descended the back staircase and began to make their way through the flowering trees and gardens. It was here that Damien was at peace and could clear his head next to the bronze statue of his fallen brother, Bastien the Bronze of Pantera. He stood for a moment at the feet of the mighty figure and reflected silenty to himself before turning to his son and motioning him to sit on the concrete lip of the small pool that surrounded the memorial site.
I have something very important I need to discuss with you Azrael, something that's been on my mind for a long time. The fight in Doomingsland has taken quite a toll on me, and I fear I'm not as strong as I used to be. In my younger days I could have easily dispatched Maximus with but a flick of my wrist, but alas time has not been so kind.
Azrael snorted. Oh come now father, you're not what I would call old by any stretch of the imagination.
Damien chuckled and nodded ever so slightly. Perhaps, but I told myself that once the fight was done....I would finally do something I have been planning for a long time. Automagfreek is as its most powerful ever. Gholgoth and NATO flourish like never before. Our nation booms with economic prosperity, and our military is at is strongest yet. And now that Questers is shamed with defeat and the Doomani are now our friends, I feel I have taken Automagfreek as far as I can take it.
He then uttered the words that nearly made Azrael faint. Today I will announce you as my successor, and the new Supreme Warlord of Automagfreek. I've already summoned all the lords of Gholgoth and NATO, along with our other friends and allies. The whole world will be watching you as you take the reigns and lead our people into a New Age.
But why?!? Azrael was more bewildered than excited, for he knew how Dreadfire felt about being in charge of his Empire.
Because son, I feel the Gods have cursed me for ages of defiance, and now I'm beginning to slow down. I think that's it's time I re-payed my debt to them and suffered the consequences for my league with the Dead Gods, for they have corrupted my soul for too long. This is something that needs to be done lad, and who knows if and when I'll return.
He looked down at the ground momentarily, then lifted his head and changed the tone of the discussion. But enough of this, today is supposed to be a grand day! Come, let us celebrate and make ready the ceremony!
Within the hour planes started arriving from all corners of Gholgoth and indeed the world for what would be one of the most important events in recent history. The press had been crammed into a small area to make room for the local and visiting dignitaries, and word had reached every major news organization that Damien Dreadfire was making a ground shaking announcement. Sentinels in full ceremonial dress stood sharply at their posts while trumpets began to sound loudly from both sides of the large courtyard. Flower petals fluttered in the crisp mountain breeze that gently rolled in from the frost covered peaks of the ULE chain that surrounded the city, giving a euphoric atmosphere to the gathering.
With familiar faces everywhere in the visiting crowd, Damien stepped forth onto the balcony of the Great Hall clad in his ceremonial armor. After much welcoming and cheering, he motioned for the crowd to be still as he adjusted the microphone in front of him.
Brothers and sisters, friends and guests, I bid you welcome on this most glorious of days. Automagfreek has endured a lot in the past months, and I am happy to announce that the war against Doomingsland has ended, and through the tides of war our two nations have come to see eye to eye with one another. As was with Crimmond during our war against their Black Staff government, so it is now with Maximus of Doomingsland; a warrior's brotherhood has been forged. However I wish to make it known that we are not in full league with the Doomani, for we do not wish to upset our close friends and allies by moving too far too fast. We will wait and see what unfolds over time.
But that is not why I stand before you today. Today I bring you great news, and the announcement of a lifetime. Many of you have come to know my son Azrael, called Advocate by some. When I first learned of his existance he was a lost and wild boy, who through trials and tribulation has been molded into a proud man and a fierce warrior. He is a man that I am proud to have in my line, and a man that I am proud to stand next to today. He is as cold and terrible as I, but alas he is a person of more reason, making him a better man than me.
Many would never think this day would have come, but I am here to announce that effective immediately, Azrael is to succeed me as Supreme Warlord of the Excessively Armed Empire of Automagfreek.
A silence fell over the crowd, with muffled gasps ringing out ever so briefly.
That's right, I am stepping down as the leader of this great land and turning rule over to my son. He is ready to take charge and will usher the Freeks into the 10th Age of Automagfreek. I have every bit of confidence in his mind and his might, and I can think of no other who would be better to lead the Freekish Empire. I have taken AMF as far as it can go, and the time for chance has come.
He removed the crimson cloak from his mighty shoulders and turned Azrael around with his right hand, placing the sacred cloth around the neck of the new Supreme Warlord. He then dropped to a single knee out of respect for the title he had carried for so long, bowing his head briefly before rising again to his feet. It is done.... He whispered to himself gently.
Meanwhile, inside the Halls of the Dead, the icy chamber known as the Vault of Souls began to pulse with supernatural energy. The crystal pods that housed unspeakable terrors and frightful demons shook violently as a force deep inside the Vault began to stir and make its presence known. Even now Damien was being drawn to its mysterious call, and he could help but glance off in the distance towards the site where the Halls and its inner workings sat....beckoning him to come forth.
Azrael was almost speechless as he was hailed by the large visiting crowd below, and after several minutes of applause he motioned for them to sit. I would like to thank my father for bestowing such a great honor upon me, and I swear to him now that I will do everything humanly possible to preserve and maintain the Empire he worked so tirelessly to build, and I swear that I will take it to new heights. I can safely say that I never would have imagined this day would have come, and it will take time for this to truely sink in. I only pray that I can do the Freekish people proud and at least live up to the expectations my father has for me.
As the new Supreme Warlord of Automagfreek, I want to thank you all for coming to this ceremony. I welcome you all inside for a great autumn feast that our cooks have prepared for everyone. Let us celebrate!
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Azrael the Advocate
-Supreme Warlord of AMF-
While speculation would inevitably erupt as to who the victor was, this much was made certain: there clearly was none. While Doomingsland was not destroyed and still maintains its slave trading, Automagfreek did what many thought it could not; take the fight to a nation many thought could repel a Freekish invasion. Thus AMF was proven to still be a relevant power (especially at sea) after many years of doubt, and the military progress that was made was better than some Freekish analysts expected. Without doubt both sides could claim their small victories from the peaceful conclusion of the war, but when all was said and done there simply was no clear cut winner. If anything, both sides ultimately benefitted from their trial through fire, and the rough alliance that unfolded from the chaos would inevitably shock the world.
After several more days in Doomingsland to discuss matter with Maximus, Damien flew back to ULE City to much fanfare. However he avoided the press and instead opted to return to the Great Hall, where Azrael awaited his return. The Sentinels guards outside the large oak doors of the ancient building stood sharply at attention as their battered Warlord strode by, a rare but happy expression upon his face. It was good to be home.
Everyone at the Hall had packed the front room as the door slowly opened and Damien stepped inside, and much celebrating . Clapping, cheering, and enthusiastic shouts rang out as Dreadfire made his way towards the staircase on the other side of the chamber. Along the way he shook hands with the likes of Hartman, Bonesplitter, The One, and his close personal staff and advisors. As he began to ascend the stairs to the second level, he turned around to face the crowd once more, offering no great speech but instead waving to them all before starting off again. Upstairs Azrael had been waiting in the throne room, sitting next to the large black obsidian seat of power and waiting for his father to arrive. Moments after the cheering died down Damien entered the room and locked eyes with his son, a smile crossing his face. Good to see you again boy. I've heard about what you've done to British Londinium while I was away. I'm impressed, I never knew you had it in you.
After drinks and a few moments to catch up, Dreadfire summoned Azrael forth to his private gardens outside, and the pair descended the back staircase and began to make their way through the flowering trees and gardens. It was here that Damien was at peace and could clear his head next to the bronze statue of his fallen brother, Bastien the Bronze of Pantera. He stood for a moment at the feet of the mighty figure and reflected silenty to himself before turning to his son and motioning him to sit on the concrete lip of the small pool that surrounded the memorial site.
I have something very important I need to discuss with you Azrael, something that's been on my mind for a long time. The fight in Doomingsland has taken quite a toll on me, and I fear I'm not as strong as I used to be. In my younger days I could have easily dispatched Maximus with but a flick of my wrist, but alas time has not been so kind.
Azrael snorted. Oh come now father, you're not what I would call old by any stretch of the imagination.
Damien chuckled and nodded ever so slightly. Perhaps, but I told myself that once the fight was done....I would finally do something I have been planning for a long time. Automagfreek is as its most powerful ever. Gholgoth and NATO flourish like never before. Our nation booms with economic prosperity, and our military is at is strongest yet. And now that Questers is shamed with defeat and the Doomani are now our friends, I feel I have taken Automagfreek as far as I can take it.
He then uttered the words that nearly made Azrael faint. Today I will announce you as my successor, and the new Supreme Warlord of Automagfreek. I've already summoned all the lords of Gholgoth and NATO, along with our other friends and allies. The whole world will be watching you as you take the reigns and lead our people into a New Age.
But why?!? Azrael was more bewildered than excited, for he knew how Dreadfire felt about being in charge of his Empire.
Because son, I feel the Gods have cursed me for ages of defiance, and now I'm beginning to slow down. I think that's it's time I re-payed my debt to them and suffered the consequences for my league with the Dead Gods, for they have corrupted my soul for too long. This is something that needs to be done lad, and who knows if and when I'll return.
He looked down at the ground momentarily, then lifted his head and changed the tone of the discussion. But enough of this, today is supposed to be a grand day! Come, let us celebrate and make ready the ceremony!
Within the hour planes started arriving from all corners of Gholgoth and indeed the world for what would be one of the most important events in recent history. The press had been crammed into a small area to make room for the local and visiting dignitaries, and word had reached every major news organization that Damien Dreadfire was making a ground shaking announcement. Sentinels in full ceremonial dress stood sharply at their posts while trumpets began to sound loudly from both sides of the large courtyard. Flower petals fluttered in the crisp mountain breeze that gently rolled in from the frost covered peaks of the ULE chain that surrounded the city, giving a euphoric atmosphere to the gathering.
With familiar faces everywhere in the visiting crowd, Damien stepped forth onto the balcony of the Great Hall clad in his ceremonial armor. After much welcoming and cheering, he motioned for the crowd to be still as he adjusted the microphone in front of him.
Brothers and sisters, friends and guests, I bid you welcome on this most glorious of days. Automagfreek has endured a lot in the past months, and I am happy to announce that the war against Doomingsland has ended, and through the tides of war our two nations have come to see eye to eye with one another. As was with Crimmond during our war against their Black Staff government, so it is now with Maximus of Doomingsland; a warrior's brotherhood has been forged. However I wish to make it known that we are not in full league with the Doomani, for we do not wish to upset our close friends and allies by moving too far too fast. We will wait and see what unfolds over time.
But that is not why I stand before you today. Today I bring you great news, and the announcement of a lifetime. Many of you have come to know my son Azrael, called Advocate by some. When I first learned of his existance he was a lost and wild boy, who through trials and tribulation has been molded into a proud man and a fierce warrior. He is a man that I am proud to have in my line, and a man that I am proud to stand next to today. He is as cold and terrible as I, but alas he is a person of more reason, making him a better man than me.
Many would never think this day would have come, but I am here to announce that effective immediately, Azrael is to succeed me as Supreme Warlord of the Excessively Armed Empire of Automagfreek.
A silence fell over the crowd, with muffled gasps ringing out ever so briefly.
That's right, I am stepping down as the leader of this great land and turning rule over to my son. He is ready to take charge and will usher the Freeks into the 10th Age of Automagfreek. I have every bit of confidence in his mind and his might, and I can think of no other who would be better to lead the Freekish Empire. I have taken AMF as far as it can go, and the time for chance has come.
He removed the crimson cloak from his mighty shoulders and turned Azrael around with his right hand, placing the sacred cloth around the neck of the new Supreme Warlord. He then dropped to a single knee out of respect for the title he had carried for so long, bowing his head briefly before rising again to his feet. It is done.... He whispered to himself gently.
Meanwhile, inside the Halls of the Dead, the icy chamber known as the Vault of Souls began to pulse with supernatural energy. The crystal pods that housed unspeakable terrors and frightful demons shook violently as a force deep inside the Vault began to stir and make its presence known. Even now Damien was being drawn to its mysterious call, and he could help but glance off in the distance towards the site where the Halls and its inner workings sat....beckoning him to come forth.
Azrael was almost speechless as he was hailed by the large visiting crowd below, and after several minutes of applause he motioned for them to sit. I would like to thank my father for bestowing such a great honor upon me, and I swear to him now that I will do everything humanly possible to preserve and maintain the Empire he worked so tirelessly to build, and I swear that I will take it to new heights. I can safely say that I never would have imagined this day would have come, and it will take time for this to truely sink in. I only pray that I can do the Freekish people proud and at least live up to the expectations my father has for me.
As the new Supreme Warlord of Automagfreek, I want to thank you all for coming to this ceremony. I welcome you all inside for a great autumn feast that our cooks have prepared for everyone. Let us celebrate!
http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/2733/azraelnewqz8.jpg
Azrael the Advocate
-Supreme Warlord of AMF-