The Freekish Empire itself had selfishly stolen itself away for years, turning inward and blocking out the outside world and those it once had held so dear within the Alliance. Since then many troubling events had transpired, especially with a foe turned friend, then turned foe again in the Kraven Reich. But alas, little was known of the conflicts within Gholgoth's very borders, for the Empire under Damien Dreadfire II had little concern... for he had struggled to gain a sense of himself and a sense of the Empire since the demise of his father Azrael and his grandfather Damien the elder. But with several more years under his belt, it was finally time to step back out into the light and assume his rightful place within the Alliance and the community of nations.
Cleaning crews began meticulously cleansing the Council Chambers of the years of neglect, bringing new life to the dreary and cold room and preparing it to receive the Lords of Gholgoth. However, the chair which once hosted the Founder of Gholgoth and First Among Equals would remain empty, and Damien II would assume his own place at the round table next to that of his grandfather. While the hasty yet thorough restoration of the chambers continued on, the Supreme Warlord found himself in the famous gardens at the Great Hall, at the magnificent stone fountain which decorated the center of the labyrinth. The bronze statue of a Panteran Reaver alongside a Freekish Sentinel forged from stainless steel had shown practically no wear from years of exposure to the elements, and the tranquility the young master found there was the same as that of his grandfather.
It was there in the serenity of the finely trimmed maze-like hedges and the carefully landscaped flowers that he personally penned his invitations to the Gothic Lords. It had been too long since the brotherhood had been called to the round table, and news of renewed regional civil conflict haunted his thoughts. His grandfather had given his life to see the Regional Alliance restored, and he would see to it that such a sacrifice would not be in vain.
Brothers and Sisters of the Gholgoth Regional Alliance,
It has been many years since anyone has heard from the Freekish Empire, and in our recluse our once dominant Brotherhood has fallen into chaos and ruin yet again. Unchecked aggressions against each other have wreaked havoc upon us all.. and the sacrifices of the men who died on the beaches of Atraeza, in our first regional civil war, have been for naught.
But it doesn't have to be that way. Gholgoth has lost its way, most certainly... but we can find it again. We can become the reigning terror that once dominated so much of our planet, and restore a sense of balance and sanity in a world run amok. I would invite you, the Lords of Gholgoth, to gather at the Council Chambers in ULE City, and it is my hope that in those sacred halls we can forge a new covenant, and mend the wounds that have torn our brotherhood to shreds.
The time for infighting and old grudges has passed... the new dawning of the Goth is upon us. Will you join us in the great capital of Automagfreek? Will you stand once again as brothers in arms? I eagerly await your presense.
Lord Damien Dreadfire II
Supreme Warlord of the Freekish Empire