EVENT ▸ EMPIRE OF THE CRASHING WAVE

[futurologists]

EMPIRE OF THE CRASHING WAVE The royalty of Guild Ophelia has managed to hold an audience with Empress Nama of the Celestial Mountains, urging her to meet with the Empress of the Crashing Wave in the interest of finding an accord between their clans. In return, Nama requests that Ophelia take two letters to the Crashing Wave's court, where, as foreigners, they should be received better than any of her own people. The Empire of the Crashing Wave is a week's travel by foot from the Land of Celestial Mountains, through the forests and farms of the Flowerlands. There is no visible indication that this universe was once two, with even the road leading through the Flowerlands heading seamlessly toward the sea. The farms and villages in the outskirts of the Empire of the Crashing Wave are decorated in seashells and motifs of the sea, and the closer one gets to the city, the stronger the scent of the ocean becomes. Once the city proper is reached, Ophelia's magitek projects words in front of their eyes that only they can see: Location reached: » EMPIRE OF THE CRASHING WAVE A progressive society that values innovation. Main sources of income: fishing, pearl diving, jewelry crafting, shipbuilding. Politically matriarchal; socially egalitarian. Empress YOUMI resides at the PEACEFUL TIDE. No events scheduled. You may wish to survey the surrounding area. The city is built right on the ocean's edge, with some parts of it even jutting out into the sea on bridges and piers. The castle, Peaceful Tide, is built high above the rest; guards will stop anyone at the gates and, if shown the correspondence from Empress Nama, will deliver the letters directly to Empress Youmi. Attempts to seek an audience with Youmi will be rebuffed for the time being, so you may as well take in the sights... ▸ A PROMISING DEVELOPMENT Unlike the Land of Celestial Mountains, men may move freely here, the matriarchal rules of the land only extending to politics. Men and women work alongside each other in all sections of the city, nobles and commoners alike, and even the guards have men among their ranks. In the Artisan District, potters, musicians, and artists line the streets and sell their wares, work, or discuss their craft with each other. Closer to the Beach, there is a boardwalk where young couples stroll alongside grandparents chasing after their grandchildren, electric lamps bathing the wooden planks in a warm glow at night. Fishermen haul in their daily catch in buckets and nets, trailed by a gaggle of hopeful cats. Beachcombers and pearl divers populate the beach as well, making it a clear place for work instead of play. A few days after Ophelia's arrival in sea clan territory, a bell rings loudly in the late afternoon, drawing citizens toward the castle. Guards stop anyone from getting too close, though the populace seems to know what to expect -- soon, a beautiful woman in an elaborate blue kimono appears in an upper balcony. When viewing the woman, Ophelia's magitek will tell them: » EMPRESS YOUMI Leader of the EMPIRE OF THE CRASHING WAVE. 30 years old. SPECIES: Human. MEDICAL CONCERNS: Lactose intolerant. The crowd cheers at Youmi's arrival, only quieting once she raises her hand. She speaks clearly and confidently, her voice carrying easily across the assembly. "I have received a letter from Her Imperial Majesty Nama of the Land of Celestial Mountains. She informs me that their spring festival was interrupted by an attack from our own people, working without my knowledge or consent," Youmi begins, holding her hand up again when a displeased rumble begins to ripple through the crowd. It's unclear if they're perturbed by the ambush or by Nama herself. Once all is silent again, she continues. "She has detained the criminals, for that is what they are, and assures me she will not bring this to the battlefield. I will send her an agreement to the terms, but hear this: any who escalate this further will be slain by my order. I have spoken. The spirits of the sea watch over us all." Youmi then retreats back into the castle. While some citizens cheer their empress's decree, others mutter unhappily amongst themselves as they disperse and go about their business. ▸ BUT TROUBLE CONTINUES The rest of the day following Youmi's decree goes by without incident, leaving time for Ophelia to stop by the sake breweries near the sea or travel back through the forests of the Flowerlands for hunting, hot springs, or simply enjoying the nature of Hanabira. With war averted and the empresses in communication, it seems as though Ophelia's time in this universe will draw to a close soon. As the sun sinks down, finding a place to sleep might be a good idea. There are hotels in the city, but for those who are trying to be a little more frugal, the Flowerlands is a good place to set up camp for free. Doro, the Lord of the Flowerlands, has heard of Ophelia's efforts in starting communication between the empresses as well, and offers rooms in his castle in thanks; if war were to start between the two, his land would suffer for it. During the night, those who accept Doro's invitation will hear a commotion very nearby, steel clashing against steel. Doro and his daughters rush out, weapons drawn, and straight into a skirmish between sea and mountain clan ronin. The warriors are fighting to kill, and in their fervor, someone's fire arrow alights a farmhouse on Doro's property. The farmers need to be rescued and the fire put out, and while the warriors will likely kill each other, they could also be subdued to prevent further damage. Please let the mods know with a link to the thread if your character is killing or capturing any of the ronin. After the skirmish, Doro must be brought back inside his castle, having been wounded during the battle. He pleads with Ophelia to continue to help, as it looks like a tentative truce by the empresses is not enough to calm the citizens. Since they were so successful in receiving an audience with Nama, he believes they can propose a way the two empires can live in harmony. Throughout the next two weeks, skirmishes between the clans are peppered throughout the Flowerlands, some leaving bodies behind and some leaving damage to farms and forest. It looks like Ophelia's peacekeeping mission just became a lot more hands-on: keep the skirmishes from getting out of control while still working toward a way to end the conflict once and for all. ▸ OOC NOTES This log will last for two IC weeks: the first three days will be free exploration, and day four is Youmi's proclamation and the skirmish in the Flowerlands. Your characters are free to explore for the next ten days, during which further skirmishes will occur. If you have questions about this log or the overall mission, please ask them on the dossier. Questions about Futurology in general should be directed to the FAQ. ▸ Coming next log: Peace proposals! Get your brainstorming started now. ▸ Activity Check is due on 5 February 23:59 UTC. We do not accept late submissions, so make sure you fill it out! ▸ Uniform Design Contest is open! Submissions are due 28 February 23:59 UTC. 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Comments

[ofobedience]

[Almost, he opens his eyes. Begins to, at any rate, lifts his head in the process of turning towards her before he catches himself, sends small ripples her way regardless. She sounds offended and defensive, though why that should be he can't quite fathom. Perhaps she thought he was mocking her?

That's just the way he tends to sound.]

Actually, I wasn't aware that that is what you were referring to. I feel that, perhaps, you're a little confused. I'm male, certainly, but hardly a man.

[kisha]

[Whyyyyyyyyy

There’s a flurry of splashes as Hayame hurriedly tried to finish getting the sweat and char off her body even faster, face almost too red with embarrassment to even function, spluttering in indignation.]

I care not for whether you have lain with a woman or not!!

[Didn’t most men have the decency to keep such talk between other men? Or at least until the alcohol was flowing???]

[ofobedience]

[Okay this time he does look up, startled by the direction this conversation has veered in. Really it's like they're from entirely different planets or something-- oh wait.]

What are you talking about now?? What does that have to do with anything?

[Never mind that it happens to be true-- he hasn't. But that isn't what he was referring to at all!]

[kisha]

Why are you telling me you've yet to be made a man?

[Honestly, she's getting close to lightspeed with this scrubbing- and when he looks up, she immediately slaps the water to splash it in his face as a reminder to keep his damn eyes closed.]

It is no concern of mine!

[ofobedience]

[He lets out an almost comical kicked-dog yelp when the water hits him square in the face, but at the very least it has the desired effect and he turns away, eyes screwed shut, as he lists one hand from the heated water to wipe at his face.]

I'm sure we've been over this already. I'm telling you that I'm not a man at all, I'm a tool of war, a weapon, a thing built for violence not...what you're implying.

[Does he sound a little embarrassed? Maybe, but perhaps you're imagining it.]

[kisha]

[Bad dog. Sit. Turn.]

You are human shaped-

[Quickly, she moves on to her dun coat, scrubbing the ash out with an aggression that borders on painful. Going to play with words again, were they?]

So unless you wish to claim you have nothing between your legs, you are a man!

[Technically, she could ascertain that for herself right now, but who would ever want to.]

[ofobedience]

[He can't help it, it's the way he is, given to melodrama and the stealthy verbal circling of a topic rather than addressing it bluntly and outright. But-- well. She's made herself clear enough, and if she were inclined to take a better look at him she would, after all, discern that she's right. There's a stiffness around his shoulders now where before they'd been loose and relaxed, and though he settles back into the water after pushing his wet fringe from his eyes, he remains turned away from her, clicks his tongue.]

I don't see what it has to do with anything. Let's change the subject, shall we?

[Please]

[kisha]

[She's definitely not as clean as she'd hoped to become, but this is going to have to do, because Hayame thinks she will die of loss of blood in every area of her body but her face if this goes on.]

I will just excuse myself!

[Hauling her heavy body from the spring creates a lot of noise and displaces a lot of water, but it's far better than staying behind and facing the shame of such a lascivious conversation!!!]