WASHED AWAY:
A CITY IN RECOVERY
By: Bustea Rei Porter
Post Game #15: Snowblind
My lovely readers, I write to you today from what remains of the great city of Yoke. After a treacherous journey across The Great Reef, I set foot into a city in shambles, and not only due to The Flash Freeze.
My lovely readers, I write to you today from what remains of the great city of Yoke. After a treacherous journey across The Great Reef, I set foot into a city in shambles, and not only due to The Flash Freeze.
As most of my sweet readers likely know, the City of Yoke has been at odds with itself for years. With a stark divide between the upper and lower class, revolution attempts were quite common, and it was only recently that something occurred to ‘change the tide’ so to speak.
Now normally, my dear readers, I prefer to travel to locations where interesting events are occurring to keep the curious public abreast of current events. This time, however, it is my unfortunate task to be the bearer of bad news. As always, I shall continue my story with one of my little “word stories” to set the scene for my darling readers.
It was a new top-of-the-line ship from the recently renamed Silverstitch Academy that bore me across the dangerous waters to my location. Well stocked, and quite comfortable, the ship itself was sturdily made, and fully capable of navigating the new dangers that the oceans now hold. As we came to the harbor, the remains of the City of Yoke were easily seen. Where there had once been hundreds of small houses surrounding a walled inner portion of the city, large swaths had been washed away, and were even then still freeing themselves from underneath the remaining slush from The Flash Freeze.
I stepped off of the ship, and I don’t hesitate to say that I felt like I had entered a city of ghosts. Where once thousands of people lived out their daily lives, there was a mere smattering of survivors barricaded inside of remaining community buildings, using the remains of homes as firewood to weather the remaining cold in the air. It was quickly apparent that not only did a large portion of the population get washed away, but many had not survived the sudden change in temperature. I continued further into the city to the large wall, where a gate stood gaping open like a lost tooth in a mouth. This, I was told by the locals, was where the large flood had begun. It seemed, from what I could gather, some group of terrorists had attempted to flood the walled quarter, and someone had unleashed the water upon the unsuspecting masses.
Rumours that the Lockstich Academy was involved, and the disappearance of King Reedi’s daughter were abundant, but no one that I spoke to had any solid information beyond the usual rumours that have flooded the rumour mills since the event.
From there, I passed into the center of the city to find an area that had been utterly abandoned by those that would normally occupy it. The area had been ransacked by the remaining locals for supplies, and it was little wonder after seeing the conditions that the remaining denizens lived in. Upon speaking with one individual, I was informed that the entirety of the Upper Echelon of the city had left in search of warmer climes, leaving the rest of the city to fend for itself.
Now, as my sweet readers know, I am loath to speak poorly of others without due cause, but in this case I feel it calls for it. These poverty-stricken individuals did not deserve to be abandoned by those in a position of power. By my understanding, none of those that had left have been seen since, but I’m of a mind that if they survived The Flash Freeze, then they deserve justice for their deeds. Until that point, however, I would implore my readers to help if they are in a position to. What remains here hardly qualifies as a city any longer, but that does not mean that they need to suffer.
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