Gholgoth Issues Declaration Of Intent To The World

[Automagfreek]

Official Declaration From The Gholgoth Regional Alliance

Issued by Lord Vladius Dreadfire of The Freekish Empire, on behalf of the Council of Gothic Lords

Gholgoth.

What does that name signify? For some, it represents a brand of power with a long and infamous legacy. For others, it is foreign and unknown. For too long the Old Guard has stood by and watched the world we built descend into anarchy and chaos. For too long we have sat idly by while those who are unworthy to reign usurped our power and stole our birthright from us. The history of this world stretches back far beyond the memory of most who will hear these words today, but there are many who still remember the days of old.

The time has come for us to sleep no longer... the time has come for us to sit in the shadows and bear witness to the destruction of our great creation no more. This is a world that has been built by Gholgoth and Haven alike. Even in the darkest of days when the two powers stood nose to nose and the destruction of everything seemed imminent, there was a renaissance we gave birth to that took the planet by storm... and this has been both of our legacies, however forgotten in recent times. This legacy did not come without a price, for it was paid in full with the blood of countless millions, shed by both our blessed dead and those of the vanquished. And now we find ourselves living in a world in which their memory is forgotten and the world they built torn down and rebuilt by those unworthy to inherit Our kingdom.

But no longer. Gholgoth will stand on the sidelines no more, and we will reclaim our rightful place atop the throne of power by any means necessary. To this new generation of national leaders, regions, and alliances, know that a giant has been roused from its sleep. Those who do not know our name shall soon come to know it well and tremble before the mere mention of it. We are not alone in this quest, this crusade to restore our world to the order that it once knew, for old enemies have been made friends and the ways of the past have been abandoned. There shall be a new order for the ages, an order which shall be ushered in by the architects of the old, and balance shall be restored once and for all.

To those who doubt or know not of our power, be warned; there shall be no mercy for those who attempt to stand in our way. To those who will inevitably find themselves on the opposite end of a Gothic sword, know that we shall unleash terrible suffering upon you, and the heavens shall cry out in horror. Your deaths shall be swift and in such staggering numbers that the Gods themselves shall be unable to count them all, and the bloodshed shall not cease until we are satisfied and this world brought back to the order it once knew.

This is the declaration of almighty Gholgoth.

[Questers]

THE AXACKAL TELEGRAPH
GHOLGOTH PROMISES RETURN TO WORLD STAGE


Foreign Minister Lord Justice Hackett asks for "calm" in future relations with Gholgoth

"GHOLGOTH today issued an internationally broadcasted message warning the international community of that region's intent to return to the world stage and implying they would do so by force of arms. Gholgoth, considered the "old enemy" by many Questarians and Havenites alike, was in years gone by the disputed most influential and powerful region on Earth. Gholgoth's power was contended by our Empire and significant challenges to both the idea of Gothic, and their puppet alliance of NATO, superiority were raised during the glorious Four Day War when this country fought a bloody campaign to remove foreign imperial presences from our region even took the battle to the shores of Automagfreek itself. Since that time, Gothic world power has decreased steadily and their puppet alliance of NATO fell from glory.

Although tensions have run high in past times between our own region and the Gothic hordes, leading Questarians officials have suggested implicitly and in private the idea of an "uneasy association" with the Gothic nations, the Telegraph has learned. Long gone are the days when free Havenic nations stood in opposition to Gothic authoritarianism. The world today is a much different place. Should Questaria bring herself into a so-called "uneasy association" with Gothic nations, it would only be to assure our place in the world before it is eaten up by the Gothic monster. Freemen may wonder how far our values have fallen that we might associate with such nations; that it may be for the good of all the world that Questers can lay a moderating hand on the excesses of the Gothic war machine is an easily reached possibility.

If Questaria is to follow such a course of action, the terms on which it does so will have to be laid clear, especially in spite of recent relations with two Gothic states intent on supporting slavery abroad. In exchange for the silence of Questarian naval might, Gholgothic nations who believe they can impose slavery on the world may well be in for a surprise. Recent deployments to Denecaep may well have scared off Brewdomia and Ralkovia but they and their slaver comrades are unlikely to falter in their promotion of their despicable wayo f life. The Questarian ambassador to Automagfreek, to be sent off with the first diplomatic package in all history to that country, will have quite the job on his hands.""

[No endorse]

SALUTATIONS Brothers and Sisters of the International Community!

It is with great pleasure that I once again come before you. The vibrance of life once again resounds about these hallowed halls, so long empty since the death of the great Atal Amner. It is entirely possible that such has never walked this earth, and that none shall ever so tread the walks of the world, but the Junta is far more than a man of flesh and blood. The man is no more, but the ideas, the very essence of Humanity thus imparted upon the whole of Endorsia, continues on, strengthening in perpetual.

In the course of Natural Events, the individual exists as a mote in the torrent of time. Entities rise and fall, the world changes as the very pillars of the earth shift. Adaptation, Evolution, such actions as necessary as breath and thought ensure the continuation of the greater collective, regardless of the individual. The conglomerate, marching endlessly towards perfection. We integrate information into the Socio-Genetic seed of Mankind, engineer biological, intellectual, and social perfection. In this way, the Junta shall endure, and flourish.

And, in the course of Natural Events, the successful and the unsuccessful must necessarily be drawn into conflict. The confines of this blue speck amidst the endless black of space ensure this. The inferior, the weak, the despotic and ignorant, the idiot and the imperfect, all must be exterminated in the name of greater Socio-Genetic homogeneity. They must be expunged from the record, and their resource cost diverted to several uses befitting humanity.

In Nature, one does not weep for a weak, sickly Gazelle falling to the teeth of the Tiger. Indeed, one merely notes such action, stating that "this is nature, as nature is naturally." The Tiger strengthens the Gazelle by eliminating the unfit, the elderly, the young, the sickly, until only the strongest, hardiest stocks remain. These new, more powerful creatures force the Tiger to adapt, to better itself in order to survive and catch additional prey. So shall we strike out into the blackness, a beacon in the dark world of NSEarth. We shall not shy from the redoubts of ignorance, inferiority, despotism, or idiocy. We shall cast such false rulers from their thrones, exterminate their populace that permitted, nay, ENDORSED!, such rule, and people the earth with those worthy to inherit it.

For too long have these two bastions of Humanity stood against the tide of idiocy, motionless. Gholgoth and Haven have warred endlessly, allowing the cast off debris of a thousand long conflicts to people this planet with a despicable contamination, one that must be enlightened through any means necessary. To those who would stand to oppose the Junta, beware. To those who would stand to oppose Gholgoth or Haven, the Junta shall observe, collate, deliberate, and act. Such action as necessary shall be taken, as such taken action will be necessary. The skies shall glow, the earth shall burn, the seas shall boil, and the stars themselves shall know us.

In Darwin, In Mendel, to the perfection of the Human Race!
-Jeanette Vickers, Prime Ministress of No Endorse, Arch-Leader of the Glorious Military Junta, etc etc etc

[Emporer Pudu]

An address by Mr. Nicodemus Gurion, a special liaison to the Anukai from the Dominion of Emperor Pudu, to the Hall of Anu: all seven delegates in attendance;

"Greetings, brothers; I speak today of foreign matters, of governments and powers beyond our lands, I speak of global powers, and global influences, and I will speak of the rousing of giants, and the bloodshed to come to the age.

"The ancient lords of Gholgoth have made their declaration to the world, a challenge and a promise they have uttered to all who will listen. They ache for the old way of things, of the order in the world, and legacies and kingdoms. We here are all the heirs of legacies and kingdoms of our own, we have order in the world. The new way is the way that we celebrate now. Lord Vladius Dreadfire, the current warlord of the violent and notorious peoples of Automagfreek, has spoken of architects of a new order for the age, and of the restoration of balance to the world. We of sound mind here can dismiss these ramblings for the warmongering and bluster of a proud and short-tempered barbarian, but the threat of his anger is real, and Gholgoth is a mighty thing when roused.

"For what do they thirst, what prey will sate the blood-lust that has taken hold of the great international bogeyman that Gholgtoh is? We cannot fathom, and likeliest as not, it will be the first to stick their necks out for a peek. The brutality of these people has become infamous throughout the world. Gholgoth demands that the heavens themselves cry out in horror, and perhaps they will, but the sky is too large for the heavens goaded to terrible futures by those of Gholgoth to envelop it.

"Those under unspoiled skies will turn and watch as the monsters of the world tear apart their homes, and have nothing to say when they bellow idiotic curses to the gods. They speak vibrantly about the futures of those who would propose to stand in their way, and who would envy it? None alive turn to face the bear while he rears on his hind legs with naught beside them but air. It is when the bear is winded and fattened on the gluttony of his victory feast that he is sluggish and dull.

"From the edges of the world have ever the brothers and sisters of the Anukai watched as the children of the gods tore themselves to shreds. Let the seven sons of the elder god sit alone, shrouded in their mists and clouds, comfortable at a distance and aloof to the wars of envious peoples of our times."

[Sharfghotten]

Statement from the CPS

Communist Party of Sharfghotten

So. The old guard has returned to the fore.

The greatest, grandest nations of a past time. Now little more than decaying relics tossed aside to the deepest, darkest corner that the world could find for them.

These names, that used to strike the most terrible fear into the hearts of men and beast alike, are now little more than fading memories, barely tangible boogeymen that hang on the fate of existence. For all these behemoth's eloquent analogies of the natural order, they seem to have forgotten a vital clause. As the tiger ages, its days of hunting gazelle decrease. It spends more time sitting in the shade, becomes more and more of an observer, an outsider, to the world it once dominated. And then, one night, it quietly dies, quickly forgotten by even the flightiest prey. Nothing now but food for the maggots.

The international community has no need of empty threats and vague insinutations by the crumbling giants of a past era. New nations have risen to prominence, and with time, they shall wither and die also.

No nation, not even the antiquated behemoths residing in Golgoth, can hope to impose a new world order on states that have no want nor need of such a thing.

Feel free to begin your attack. Your 'great crusade'. Call it what you will. It will fail, and Golgoth will once more fall to the shadows, and be left to rot and die, far away from the concerns of the common man.

Broadcast ends.

[Of The Arch ilands]

OFFICIAL AXON BROADCAST

Axonia Congress Building
INTERNATIONAL BROADCAST
THE AXON CONFEDERACY OF THE ARCH ISLANDS



Much had to be deliberated more important of which was the threats from the Ageing Goliath. They Spouted Threats of death and destruction. feverishly following old ways lashing out in there last dying ours for one more chance. The Grand Governor Alexie Drake Scoffed to him self. the Goliath where no more than a dying Collection of nations. Hungry for there former glory. the world had changed allot. New alliances Had cropped up anywhere and a golden Era of enlightenment had passed over the whole of NSearth.

"My Fellow Governors and states men" alexie began from his booth in the centre of the congress meeting hall " As you all will know a Sleeping Giant has awoken rather Crankily to a new world. he spouts Empty threats of Doom and destruction. wanting nothing more but to take Grasp of what we as a nation have. Goliath holds no dignity no honour and no reasoning. for this we must prepare. The Grand Armies of the Confederacy Will be ready and waiting for The Day Goliath and his puppet nations come knocking. OUR GUNS SHALL SPLIT THERE EARDRUMS OUR SOLDIERS WILL CUT THEM DOWN OUR BUILDINGS WILL STAND STRONG AGAINST THERE ONSLAUGHT.

Deafening Roars of cheers rang out from the hundreds in attendance.

"We as a people stood together area mighty force. With our Alliance behind us we shall become a Shining beacon Amidst the shadows that his Goliath, We maybe a small nation in comparison but the world will see us, and they will join us! And together we will Take Back what is ours and Take the fight to our enemy!

More Cheers.

"Some of you may ask how we can Stand up to such a mighty Evil Beast. I tell you now we are an island nation our colonies stretch far and wide our protectorates and allies will come to our aid. Our Cannons are unmatched in fire power and Range. our mighty airships Shall Destroy them before they can even near our nation. AND THEY SHALL CARRY US TO THEIR NATION WHERE WE WILL ENACT OUR VERY REVENGE!

Cheers erupted once again Alexie Smiled more to him self, he had drummed up the senators and Statesmen, his Speech would have been broad casted internationally, for evey one to see.


OOC: i do hope this gets some where

[Macisikan]

TOP SECRET

MINISTRY OF EXTERNAL AFFAIRS (UIK/COV)
Secretariat of State for Imperial Security: Minute to [name and position omitted]
Through: [omitted]
Copies to: [omitted]

EXECUTIVE MINUTE: Declaration of Intent by Gholgoth
Issue:
Automagfreek, claiming representation over Gholgoth, has issued the statement at Attachment A. The substance of this statement is that they intend to reorder the international community to place themselves “atop the throne of power by any means necessary”. Lord Vladius Dreadfire claims that this will restore the previous international order, and “restore balance”.

2. The region of Gholgoth is currently comprised of thirty-two nations (Attachment B refers). These nations include the Parthians, the Scandinvans, Ralkovia, No Endorse, Kraven Corporation, and the Borman Empire.

3. Several nations have issued responses (at Attachments C1, C2, C3, C4, C5); these responses range from supportive to derisive to openly challenging.

4. NB: The Serene Government’s official position remains, as always with regards to Automagfreek and Gholgoth, one of strict and abiding neutrality, with favour to none.

Background:
5. Automagfreek, under Lord Dreadfire, has previously issued a declaration deploring assaults against nations “too small or weak to properly resist” (Attachment D refers). Intelligence analysis indicates that Lord Dreadfire is guided by his personal views on honour in this action (see Executive Minute [reference omitted]).

6. The declaration referred to in paragraph 4 is part of a declaration of intent against the Grand World Order, penned personally by Lord Dreadfire. The claim is that Automagfreek will destroy the Grand World Order, presumably as a means of demonstrating to the world a reversion to the iron-clad honourable style of Lord Damien Dreadfire. This has not happened; the reliability of Lord Vladius Dreadfire is uncertain at best.

7. Refer Attachment E; action taken by the Crimm against Lord Dreadfire’s intervention in Pantera. This indicates that the unity of Gholgoth as indicated in Lord Dreadfire’s declaration at Attachment A is less than absolute.

Impact:

8. Imperial Interests:
a. – Imperial Interests are not threatened;
b. – Imperial security is not threatened; and
c. – Imperial allies are not yet involved.

9. This matter is of no concern, but is of interest, to the Covenant. Monitoring is advised.

[presenting officer's details omitted]

Recommendation:
That you:
(i) note the Declaration at Attachment A.
SO NOTED

(ii) approve the recommendation to retain the option of offering a Pact of Non-Aggression to Automagfreek.
APPROVED

(iii) endorse the decision for the Secretariat of State for Imperial Security to monitor this situation as it develops.
ENDORSED

[delegate's details omitted]

[draft officer details omitted]
[file number details omitted]

TOP SECRET

[No endorse]

SALUTATIONS Brothers and Sisters of the International Community!

The workings of the human mind are such a curiosity. Beyond the comprehension of even itself, locked away from the prying eyes of the greatest supercomputer, the lowliest calculator, the greatest and least of us are equal before this non deterministic nonlinear computational device. Indeed, non-thought and thought themselves transcend the greatest accomplishments of man. One's logic and anther's fallacy can oft intertwine, until action becomes a great spectacle for all.

Therefore, it is not surprising that those among the wider world should compute their best course of action to be drawing attention to themselves in this time, placing themselves squarely in the path of inevitable danger. Whilst of no great consequence at this early hour, rest assured that observations have been made, information collated, and conclusions drawn. Necessary actions are being examined.

In Darwin, In Mendel, to the perfection of the Human Race!
-Jeanette Vickers, Prime Ministress of No Endorse, Arch-Leader of the Glorious Military Junta, etc etc etc

[Jenrak]

In great praise,
who received none other than song,
blessed be to God.

And so drums beat fervently once again.

I can already hear jackboots on the horizon; they were marching on the corpse surfaces of wading leviathans. Most interestingly, to have spoken the words of Gholgoth and not of the Freekish self implies that there is a unified voice behind this decision. Is this is the correct determinant? Or have I mistaken the words of a revival as something else?

Haven and Gholgoth: they should have never let the world fall into anarchy, but it has. States have opinions and thoughts of their, hindering business. Corporations do what they must with what they will. Heroes and villains rise and fall alike with no understanding of the world around them. If Gholgoth seeks to instill order, then let it be done. It is sorely needed, and the well-meaning and functioning of business can be that more profitable when we know there is something out there willing to placate the torrential mass of idiocy.

But words are merely words if they fall short and without thought or consideration. Without intent, they are nothing but sound. Even the greatest threats without application are nothing more than the songbirds of a bloodthirsty God, and the kindest expositions or the harshest tongues can be turned to pin drops in solitude without question or comment. Without true, thoughtful and calculated consideration, Gholgoth's words may fall on deaf ears, as many times as they have before.

Therefore, I seek hope in that Gholgoth understands the ramifications and the effect of the declaration; the Freeks have worked to rise again in words, but words can only take one so far. If Gholgoth merely seeks to sit and rest on their laurels of ancient times, then the masses - the filthy, unwashed masses - have truly won. That is my warning, my advice, my sage of thought in light of your opponent's derision. I trust that, as a Dreadfire, a man of kin most superior in breeding and capability to many in the world, that you understand what the consequence of the failure to act is.

Show them fear. Pain. Sorrow. Regret. Show them how a Lord lords and how a vassal obeys. Make this chaotic world understand. You have spoken the words - now you must.

If you promise action, if you promise order, if you promise stability and singularity of thought and safety, then you must deliver it. If not, it would only muddy the name of an old giant, and seek to give your enemies greater reason to ignore your words. Sweeten those utterances with the blood of your enemies, dearest Gholgoth. Sweeten them until your blades may rust with the tears and gurgles of their cries. Then, at the end of it all, such words may carry weight once more.

Sincerely,
with affection,
Sephilia Tezekilth.

[Ekraysia]

FEDERATION OF EKRAYSIA
Diplomatic Transmission



To: Sceptics of Inevitably Gothic Glory
From: Prime Minister James Cheong
CARTHAGE MUST BE DESTROYED GHOLGOTH IS GLORIOUS o/o/o/

Sir and/or Madam,

Earlier today, my good friend and fellow Gothic lord, Vladius Dreadfire, issued to you all a glorious statement of intent. Intent that once again Gholgoth shall reign glorious and supreme on the international stage alongside fellow powers of this world, such as many of the nations of Haven. No doubt, if you are reading this, you have a copy in front of you, or in your out tray somewhere, so I shall not wear out my keyboard restating such a glorious statement again. Many have learned, as I learned when I was young, that there is a heirachy in this world, one that is god-given, laid out and respected by all, such as in the case of family. One, overall, is boss, and others submit to them because they are the final say. They are wise, right, glorious and will defend this. Or, at least, this should be the case. Traditionally, it has been superpowers, such as the glorious Gothic nations, at the top, and little warring nations of pirate upstarts at the bottom. This was once the case, and, gloriously, it shall be now and again. However, there are those who refute this natural order, an order which exists everywhere on turns in some form or another. Perhaps refute was the wrong word; to refute, there needs to be strong evidence and cause. But there is no cause here. It is merely those, inferiors, who reject authority; those too weak to stand amongst it, so deny it.

Because Gholgoth is gloriously rising again, ready to stand firm and authoratively on its ideals and, if necessary, to defend these ideals against those who do not respect them, and treat them with hostility. Oddly, once one takes time to look at who these people, these states are, we coms back to the same pirate upstarts who reject and deny authority and heirachy in the first place, because it is these same people. This heirachy is fundamentally right, utterly true, but above all glorious, for it is us that built it and ourselves must mantain it so, by using whatever form of force or power may be necessary to enforce our glorious rule upon those who need it and deserve it. It is because this order is needed so badly in this world that our glorious soldiers shall mantain law and order amongst the world, and again, if necessary, our glorious soldiers shall plant our glorious flag on the smoking ground, and then the world shall know our glorious power and fundamental rightness as we step over the bodies of the inferiors who deny authority, in the name of all that is correct and glorious.

[Sharfghotten]

Statement from the CPS

Communist Party of Sharfghotten

Like persistent vermin, the nations of Golgoth return to the international stage one by one.

Their 'New World Order', as it has been so eloquently dubbed, has no place in the modern world. The age of onopolies and superpowers has long passed, trapped in the obscuring veil of history. Your once great powers have fallen into decadence, decay. They merely exist, and crumble, little more than relics of a past era. How many people still speak in hushed whispers of the power of Golgoth, of the ever-constant threat of being swept away in a tide of sheer power?

Few.A vastly smaller figure than that representing those who have never even heard of Golgoth. Or those who simply do not acknowledge it as a threat. Your time of dominance is over. Remain in the dark, decaying lands of whence you came.

[Of The Arch ilands]

OOC: sorry i know this isnt exactly an OOC: thread but is this actually going to lead some where or is it just gunna be a bunch of letters damming each other to hell ? i know im a small nation and all but yeh this seems quite interesting

[Dephire]

Forgotten? Vermin? Decaying?

Have these words truly been spoken as the description Gholgoth has fallen under? Do the nations outside Gholgoth and her allies truly find as such? Tread carefully when speaking of Gholgoth so liberally. It is because we have slumbered that nations such as Sharfghotten could have the freedom and liberty to speak such damning words. Do you speak for the world? Do you step on the world's toes just so you can get a word in? I have sat back far too long from the world's crises from the lack of true order. The nation of Briska will no longer stand idle while free-reigning idiots run about claiming to be leaders of their country just because they know how to sit behind a desk with a bib saying "ruler" while also wearing a jester hat saying "fool". People like those mock what a true ruler should be. Do you want the rest of the world to suffer for your foolish mockery of the Old Guard?

The smart thing to do, if I were you, would be to go back to the caves from whence you came. You, the false leaders of the world, are the true pestilence that plagues our world. Briska has rested far too long and loosened your leash far too much. It has come the time that the pestilence be burned from the face of the planet. Is this what you crave? Do you crave destruction and death to reign from the skies all because you do not know nor comprehend what it means to shut up and play dead?

Briska, the land of Fire, Ice, and Stone has awakened by the summon of her parent. Gholgoth shall reign again.

Death, Destruction, Chaos. Briska has a long history of these three words. The Death of millions was felt when a madman dropped nuclear weapons on his own soil, yet we recovered. The Destruction of our cities was seen during the wars over the last millenia, yet we have recovered. Chaos insued when we were questioned, and we answered with the full force of our steel fist! We know not fear, for we have already experienced far worse than any nation could imagine. We will follow through with Gholgoth's decree by any means necessary.

The people of Briska shall rally to our allies' summons.

These are the words of the High Lord,

Archerus Reynolds

[Of The Arch ilands]

SIC: Drake Sat astounded at the Lists he had on his table Gholgoth was defiantly coming out of the wood work, all of them ready for war of some kind. From words they looked far more organised than previously stated. How ever Words where but part of the picture. If the Worst did come and Gholgoth Attacked we would see how there soldiers acted. time does indeed reveal all.


IC:

Official Communication

To : All involved
From : the Grand Governor Alexie Drake.

Strong confident words are being thrown about the table like a flag in a storm. The Gholgoth Nations seem Confident in there Presumption of victories. I believe they would be surprised at many nations resilience. It Is yet to be unseen how Gholgoth will go about there Global conquest. NSearth is a huge and vibrant place. With many nations being out of the way and well protected. I envy Golgoth in one respect. They are a mighty force. how ever i pity the way they use there power. Men So twisted , they remind me of Napoleon Bonaparte with a rather Extremely Exaggerated high Issues. people who seek to make up for the incompetence of not holding the world stage, by trying again. I believe Gholgoth will receive a very unwelcome shock. One they will not be counting on in anyway.

[Automagfreek]

OOC: sorry i know this isnt exactly an OOC: thread but is this actually going to lead some where or is it just gunna be a bunch of letters damming each other to hell ? i know im a small nation and all but yeh this seems quite interesting

OOC: Believe me, this is going somewhere...

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Camp Rock, The Freekish Empire
Automagfreek province

Camp Rock was one of the Empire's strongest military bases and home to the 1st Cohort, Sentinels that were under the exclusive command of Damien Dreadfire. They had seen some of the fiercest fighting in the history of the Freekish military, and their reputation had spread throughout Gholgoth as being one of the premier fighting forces within the entire region. And there they stood by the thousands at the center of the base in formation, their faces shrouded by tactical goggles, respirators, and communications gear. A deafening crunch of combat boots echoed throughout the air as the Sentinels stood at attention, for the supreme head of state approached the small podium, his imposing figure dominating the makeshift stage. Damien's eyes scanned left to right, surveying his men carefully before clearing his throat and bellowing out in a booming voice;

My children! Once more we find ourselves on the eve of a great battle against not one foe, but many who have risen from the primordial ooze and stolen from us our dream, our birthright. These impostors, these heathens are unworthy to exist within the same realm as us, and as Vladius has said the time has come to take back what is rightfully ours. The world we find ourselves in is a changed place, filled with arrogant upstarts who think they can best the mightiest nations and empires to ever grace the face of the earth. This new world thinks you weak!

Fifty thousand Sentinels at once cried out "NO!" in unison, so loudly and authoritative that even Damien gave pause.

This new world thinks of you as nothing more than a forgotten relic!

Once more, the Sentinel massed screamed "NO!", with growing intensity and hatred.

This new world thinks of you as irrelevant and worthless!

The Sentinels had been whipped into a visible frenzy, roaring their anger loudly and beating their fists against their chests and rifle butts to the ground.

The situation we find ourselves in is unacceptable, and we Goths shall tolerate it no longer. The Flame has returned, grim and terrible, and those who think themselves above the true kings of this world shall pay the dearest cost... and you my children shall be the ones to hand their deaths to them personally. For too long your anger has been chained, for too long have your blades thirsted for blood... but no more. Once again you shall be unleashed upon this world as a terrible and cleansing swarm, which shall consume all in its path and leave behind nothing but ash. This planet has become infested with arrogant upstarts, both individuals and alliances alike, and all shall be dealt with in due time, make no mistake.

I send you now, Sentinels of Automagfreek, to bring glory back to the Empire, and to almighty Gholgoth! You shall be joined by millions of your brothers both here and abroad, for the sweeping change we will soon enact will require the efforts of many. I cannot promise that you will all live to see the fruits of your labors, but know that EVERY man shall be remembered throughout the pages of history! The Empire is eternal. Gholgoth is eternal.... and so shall you.

Following Damien's speech, every combat unit from across the Freekish Empire was ordered to fully mobilize for offensive actions, though it was not revealed just yet would soon be on the receiving end of their wrath. Production at all factories and facilities producing military arms and ammunition sharply increased as the government put in orders for billions of marks worth of material. The same held true for the recently assimilated Pantera province, where whole Reaver divisions and corps were being placed into the service of the Empire, and at last their time to taste the blood of the infidels would be realized once again. Vladius expected the same to hold true across all of Gholgoth, where by now all of the Gothic Lords would be making preparations of their own, but for now his attention was drawn to the Questarian diplomat that would soon be arriving in ULE City...

[The Krieg Empire]

Hastily written diplomatic reply;

"Yes, well, we wish you the best of luck on this.. 'crusade' you seem hell bent on engaging. Also, I heard concrete tends to sell good this time of year, so you might want to take advantage and have some nuclear fall out bunkers built, so your not all entirely destroyed when the rest of the world decides to simply glass you instead of deal with fighting back a long and costly war, sure to cost billions of dollars and lives.

BUT, because we have slightly better-then-neutral terms with the Scandivans from the past, I assume our official stance is neutral; not that we really care, because our nuclear arsenal is only suited for defensive purposes; so we wouldnt be able to join in on the genocide party for when it occurs."

[Of The Arch ilands]

Fort AppleFord

Alexie Drake Stood out on the balcony of the Largest military base in the Whole of the Confederacy. Below him Drake Watched the Cold Stream Guard, the Elite of the Best the confederacy Had to offer. Cadence rang out as they Performed drill manoeuvres to the highest Standard. Further Across the Yard rows and rows of Battle Mechs Stood Dormant ready for their pilots to use them. Canopies open.

Several Sleek ASF Fighters rocketed through the sky Banking to the left heading out to sea. They are definatly in for a fight if they where to come to the Arch Islands. how ever as confident as he was that his nation could repel one Gothic Attack on the mass they wouldn't do anywhere near as well. Their sheer mass of numbers would win the day. how ever the islands of Asbeck New Foundary and the Mainland where fortress in there own rights.

He watched his soldiers once again Cladded in Only Standard issue number twos. in real Battle his soldiers would look more fierce their HAZZARD Armour was some of the most Advanced around. many nations feared the Glow Orange glow of there Helmets goggles. There Matt Black Reactive Battle Armour Made them look like Spectres of the night Soulless soldiers of fortitude. in some way they where. How ever the Confederacy was ready. but for what they where ready for they didn't know.

[Sharfghotten]

Engelsburg, Centeral Avenue

Walter Kees, GenSec of Communist Party of Sharfghotten and established ruler of the nation, stepped through the grandoise doorway and into the mid-morning sun. He was standing on a small platform, jutting out awkwardly from the centeral spire of Engelsburg palace like a flake of paint. In front of him was millions of people. Centeral avenue, the six-mile road the cut straight through the center of Sharfghotten, was packed with military personel. Infantrymen, grouped into neatly organised units, stood side by side with tanks, APC's, IFV's artillery. On the pavements, untold numbers of citizens stood, waving small flags and cheering.

Above Kees, a flight of GG-89 helicopters swept over the spectacle. He leant into the microphone. Speakers arranged every couple of hundred meters along Centeral Avenue picked up his words and relayed them to the masses.

"People of Sharfghotten, I come to you today, as always, as an equal.

Yesterday, the region of Gholgoth rose from the ashes. They claim that they intend a new world order. They claim that they will emerge as the rulers of the world, from the fires of war and destruction and death.

Many of you, I am sure, will have no knowledge of the Gholgoth region. Well let me tell you. Thirty-two gargantuan nations, that once held most of the world in a vice-like grip of terror. Recently, their power has waned, and these once-great powers have crumbled and decayed. New nations have risen, the Old Guard defunct.

The forces of Gholgoth have began mobilizing. People question what it is that they seek to achieve. Well all these dinosaurs, these relics, seek to achieve is to topple what we have worked so hard to achieve. To return to the dark ages of anarchy and death. Well that will not happen!"

In the square in front of him, people began cheering. Soldiers lifted their rifles in salute. Children waved flags enthusiastically. Kees continued.

"I have authorised a full conscription of any able-bodied man or woman between the ages of 18 and 28. Our factories continue to churn out instruments of war. We are the new world order. We will fight off this ageing behemoth and laugh as they retreat to the shadows, to be once more consumed by the worms of time.

"Go, peoples of Sharfghotten! Sign up at your nearest recruitment station! Enlist for your honour. For your freedom. For the Republic. For yourselves!"

The crowd was whipped into a frenzy. They screamed their praises, jumping up and down, clamouring to leave the street and do service to their country.

General Kees waved, smiled. Stepped back into the darkness.

"Brilliant speech, Comrade Kees" nodded his aide enthusiastically, brushing down the General's immaculate military dress.

"I have done what I can, Comrade." replied Kees, looking back out the door. "What happens next is up to God himself."

[MassPwnage]

"Gholgoth goes on the warpath once again?" They do this every week, don't they?"

"Ah, but my dear Zia, what's politics without war? Would you honestly spend your days sitting at a computer reading procedural briefs and filling out forms on welfare appropriation, or would you rather order your troops to mercilessly rape and slaughter billions of innocents?"

Zia Gewena Oaika, President of the Mazara Palani Tribal Council paced back and forth on the floors of the massive greenhouse filled with tropical plants. Her grandfather, The Great Leader Li, sat cross legged on a bamboo mat. Despite being in his mid 80s, the Great Leader still sat with his back straight, muscles taut and his beard neatly trimmed. He was drinking something from a human skull lined with gold and jewels. There was a frilly pink umbrella floating in it.

"Actually, not this time. The appropriation and budget forms have been piling up on my desk, in my inbox, in my car, plane and boat. Somebody has to get the paperwork done."

The Great Leader nodded. "Yes, it's messy business isn't it?"

"It has to get done", Zia shook her head.

"Look, if we're not going to send the headhunters out, at least send the Freeks a gift. To show that we approve of Gholgoth's intentions to keep the world cleaner and safer." The Great Leader took a deep drink from his cup.

"Errr...what do we send?" wondered Zia as she flicked an orchid.

"Something that Mr. Dreadfire can enjoy his pina coladas out of."

"What, you mean..." the expression Zia's face screwed up slightly.

"We get enough severed heads shipped in, that these skull cups are becoming a cottage industry. I'm sure you can spare some."

"Right, should we send them..."

"Send them the Diedrich family."

~*~*~
The next time that Vladius Dreadfire received mail, he would find 4 skulls, two large, and two smaller ones. Each would be covered in gold and encrusted in diamonds.

And 8000 kilograms of pink umbrellas.

You couldn't forget those.

[Hurtful Thoughts]

The people of Briska shall rally to our allies' summons.

These are the words of the High Lord,
Archerus Reynolds

"Strong words, for a traitor."

Steve Barnes
Former Liason-officer with Dephire

Meanwhile, Generals Braddock and Gable were informed of the mounting situation. Hurtian involvement would be laid-back for the time being.

-Glorified tag-

[Dephire]

Galva, Briska

He looked to either side of him at his round table. Markas, his brother-in-law sat to his right. To his left was a vacant seat which was only collecting dust. All around the table sat men and women of high authority amongst the empire he ruled. At the center of his table was the Pedestal, a large electronic mapping unit which was displaying the location of every unit in the Briskan military. The High Lord was well acquainted with these war council meetings. Usually he would just glance over the maps, bark orders, and watch the aftermath of his attacks, but this time was different. By any means necessary. The decree kept repeating in his mind over and over again. From his experience, this means to use force. To go in and take out the current leader of the enemy and replace them with yourself, it seemed like something he was well knowledged in doing. Such a fragile situation being partially in his hands made this an entirely different situation.

He has always been a benevolent ruler towards his people. It was him who gave his people the rights and liberties they long deserved, with limitation of course. No person in his massive nation is without a home to live in. No person goes hungry. No person goes without proper care, whether it be health or financial. Every person is given a job, has an education, and the right to spend money on what they wish to buy. The High Lord took care of his people, but he is not know as a saint outside Briska. When the cry for war comes knocking at his door, he has been ruthless. Thousands slaughtered at his command. Men, women, even children would be killed by his hands if they held a weapon against his soldiers. For love of country and Gholgoth. These words were written on the table, enscribed in the Briskan script. Archerus looked at his maps. Nearly a billion people at the ready to do whatever he wished with many more able to be mobilized within a week. His air force also remained on constant alert in case an attack would occur on his soil.

"Bring up the naval positions, Eve." He spoke softly into the intercom and a map showing the positions of all naval warships in the Briskan military came to view, zoomed out to encompass all of Gholgoth and even areas extending up to three thousand miles away from the furthest stretch of Gholgoth land. There they were, his navy, showing on the map as blue dots. Several thousand ships in hundreds of clusters all across the map. "Show me the location of Defiance," as soon as the command was given, the map panned quickly to the continent of Dephüre. The map then zoomed in to the northwest quadrant of the Sea of Dephüre, revealing a massive naval battle fleet at anchor. Once more, the device zoomed in and showed the Defiance. "There she is. The beautiful Defiance slumbers and is only waiting to be woken." The Defiance was formerlly Dephüre's flagship, until Briska took over all of Dephüre in the ancient wars. She has been sunk several times, only to be rebuilt, like a pheonix in defiance to death. The ship was a monster in comparison to all others.

Markas smiled as he looked at the Defiance, "She is a beautiful vessel, brother."

"That she is, brother," Archerus smiled as well before moving on, "Do we have word on how those false leaders are taking the decree?"

"They seem to be mobilizing and rallying to fight," stated an intelligence officer.

Archerus laughed, "So they choose to fight first before asking what we seek? They choose to be aggressive before even seeing what we have to offer? They truly are fools for being so rash in their decisions."

Markas nodded, "It would appear so. What is your choice in this predicament?"

"Well, first, it is apparent that we look into why these people think it is feasible to take up arms to fight when they really do not know who we are nor what we are capable of doing. We could even help these people have better lives! Take this communist doo-dad thinking he's all bad ass because he publicly attacks Gholgoth, calling it a 'crumbling dinosaur' if you will. Only a short time being at slumber and this idiot can go and call us a 'slumbering dinosaur'? If I were not such a nice guy, he would be at the golden gates by now. Is the Leviathan even ready just in case we need it?" Archerus looked quizzically towards the intelligence officer.

"The Leviathan is prepared and ready for firing in case it is needed," she replied.

"Ah, thank you. Now then, we can rest peacefully knowing we can ruin a nation with a switft blow. Regardless, this C.P.S. may just need some talking to. They do not know our intent. They know nothing of Briska and they sure as hell know nothing of Gholgoth. Taking up arms against us is what an unintelligent being with a small brain would do, but I am sure these people have some intelligence. Hopefully. If not, I do say I pray for them. A bunch of savages, I say," Archerus chuckled before taking a sip of his water.

"What is it you wish for us to do, Archerus?" Markas asked his brother-in-law. At this moment, all of the men and women at the table looked up to their Lord.

"Prepare for war and make sure the Leviathan is ready, but do not make anything obvious. We may be under close monitor after our speech, so any bit of arousal might just have war break out across all of NSEarth. For love of country and Gholgoth!"

The patrons at the table stood and saluted, "For love of country and Gholgoth!" They sat back down and began issuing their orders.

[Izistan]

Statement from the Marxist-Leninist representatives of the REVCOM.

The war-mongering ambitions of Gholgoth demonstrate that imperialism, as Lenin said, is the highest stage of capitalism. History tells us that the imperialist stage is followed by a sudden collapse as the oppressive state apparatus implodes due to its own corrupt, rotten, structure. As we speak, the coming socialist insurrection is growing; the historical unviability of global revolution is building. The first shots have been fired in Questers, and though the racist state was fast to back white minority rule, the inspired struggle of our fraternal socialist brethren prove that even in Haven, the roots of mass struggle by the oppressed proletariat and peasants is gaining ground, the formation of Parties due to grassroots anti-capitalist struggle to win rights for the oppressed working classes of Haven.

The fascist expansionism of Gholgoth is no different. When the empires crumble, a new socialist society will arise among the ashes. Do not be swayed by the corrupt, petty so-called communist state of Sharfghotten who have turned their backs on the working class of Gholgoth, and would let them suffer in slience while their Party apparatus whiles away its time in revisionist theorizing. In time, they too will face the force of a militant proletariat, unchained from the repressive state capitalist system. State and “Party” will crumble before the fury of the masses.

There will be an accounting.

Workers of the world unite!

[Dyelli Beybi]

Gholgoth...

A fascinating Alliance, it was new in comparison to the FKC. But While the FKC had withered down to nothing, to be replaced by a loose Alliance between a decentralised Dyelli Beybi and a economically imploded Vrak, Gholgoth was strong. Strong enough to awaken the old Guard at the Cheka, the ones who still remembered the Drakonian Imperium, remembered the fact that it was Tzar Richard IV who had dropped nuclear weapons on that Nation and his daughter that now held the throne. Remembered they were still technically at war with the Imperium. Did that mean they were at war with the whole of Gholgoth?

Perhaps. Perhaps the Blessed Kingdom was more than Gholgoth would care to tangle with at this moment. On its own there were few States capable of standing toe to toe with the Kingdom's military, but Gholgoth together? That was something to even give the Ministry of Defence in Cyro pause.

Initial examinations of the document came back with nothing, it was the definition of empty rhetoric. There was no reference to specific political goals, no specific threats to any regime and some kind of heretical dualist claptrap in the middle. Ultimately it was decided by the Minister of Foreign Affairs and Trade (in consultation with the Cheka and Ministries of all the Nations of Dyelli Beybi) that the most sensible course of action would be to do nothing for now.

Dyelli Beybi did not especially care if Gholgoth stamped all over some of the little states that fancied themselves as world powers. They could do that all they liked. So long as they came nowhere near the Blessed Kingdom of Dyelli Beybi.

[Allemande]

"So what does Dreadfire want?" President Michael Blum asked Assistant Secretary of State Carol LeGuin. "I'm getting the sense that this isn't what people seem to think."

"I agree," LeGuin said. She was sitting in for Secretary of State Edith Mayenne, who was currently en route to Greater Americania, to attend Garret Curry's funeral. "And none of the analysts think that Allemande would be a target anyway. We're on poor terms with some Gholgothian states – Brewdomia, for instance – but we're on decent terms with others. Then, too, the Freeks aren't the kind to start pointless wars."

"So you're advising us to adopt a 'wait and see' attitude," Blum said, not so much in question as in summary.

"Yes," LeGuin replied succinctly. "If action is needed, there will be time for that later."

[Kak Khemet]

I am General Nthato Motlana Mbutu Kamiri Je Nubo Koro III, and on this seventy-sixth day of the fifty-third year of the Era of the Reign of General Nthato Motlana Mbutu Kamiri Je Nubo Koro III Over the People’s Republic of Kak Khemet and all Khemeti Dominions and Territories on Land, Sea, and Above the Earth Including but not Limited to Patents, Intellectual Rights, Airspace, Economic Exclusion Zones, Foreign Territory not Expressly Under the Control of the People’s Republic of Kak Khemet, the Name and Trademark of General Nthato Motlana Mbutu Kamiri Je Nubo Koro III, and Other Such Items as Described in Volume II of The Layman’s Guide to the Government and Laws of the People’s Republic of Kak Khemet and Chapters Seventeen though Forty-Three of The Enigmatic Life and Times of General Nthato Motlana Mbutu Kamiri Je Nubo Koro III, A Biography, I hereby decree:

[Following Transcript Translated from Khemeti]
Our rascally of rambunctious the territorial dominion of Gholgoth, which respectfully represented to control of People’s Republic of Kak Khemet after the war of Khemeti-Crimmond, it again astonished me! Each of man, woman, and child in these territories of Gholgoth will obtain the special ration of shavings of bread and metal for their continued drive in order to support the dominance of People’s Republic of Kak Khemet in this international stage.

Furthermore, echos to our minions’ and to calls of loyal servants, the People’s Republic of Kak Khemet and her dominions will again be fussy about food peace by their scrotum so that people they will far and wide recall and they recall that their one true leader of the I and that their one true is government and rescuer the People’s Republic of Kak Khemet. Not more by length those we dance in the shadows thus far mouse they frolic, sufficiently we pounce and to bring the small creatures of peace again for our strong compression more as the hand of justice compresses the shaft of gavel for that in order to expunge justice and liberty to the peace.

Peace will recall this day as the first day of the new era of fraternal peace and prosperity through whole of the earth under one banner, green color, the black-and-white standard of People’s Republic of Kak Khemet.

Respectfully decreed,


General Nthato Motlana Mbutu Kamiri Je Nubo Koro III

Translation Provided by the People's Republic of Kak Khemet Diplomatic Service