Earth in 2100

When man was born-The Shaking and beyond

The first of man was born from my womb. I was with them for everything. I was there when they took their first step. I was there when they said their first words. I was there when they lost their first tooth. They were my prized children. Unlike my other wonderful children, man craved knowledge and became quick learners. Mankind began to understand concepts that were too complicated for the others. This is what separated my children between animal and human. While the animals called the inner workings of the universes simply life, mankind called it science.

A chain of events began to unfold that I had never seen before. Order greater than what the animals already created, an idea entitled government, emerged and took shape with man’s quick minds. With this tool, men were able to live together in vast numbers where as the animals lived in their own small worlds. With government came technology, a way of using resources to produce objects of usefulness to make living essentially better. Men were able to make their lives easier, making more technology and having more free time; something the animals never had between hunting, foraging, and surviving. They were also able to live in the most extreme area where only a few animals ventured. With technology came transportation and communication, a way of moving around the planet more effectively as well as sharing information between civilizations around the world. Groups of animals could live for decades without knowing anything about others of their own kind, but the humans were all connected with each other. Before long, man’s population grew to monstrous proportions.

At first, I was loved and praised by all of my children. However, the humans (caught up with all of their ideas and creations) started to lose memory of me. I am always in wonder on how this happened; after all, what kind of child forgets their own mother? They began to hunt their animal siblings into extinction not once stopping to think about the consequences. They only thought of the profit. Forests were cut down, gaping holes were drilled deep into the Earth, waste was pumped into the oceans, and pollutants stained the once clean air. Most of my work in keeping the world from falling apart involved cleaning up their messes. I was denounced from mother to maid.

As I cleaned up after my prized offspring, they fought violently against one another. Two world wars raged in the span of fifty years, both costing many lives. Governments became superpowers and taunted one another, causing even more wars. Years past and still wars of every size and every kind continued to grow and grow. Weapons of unmentionable power were tested all around the Earth. My animal children grew frightened with the impenetrable sense of impending doom. I felt myself being drained; I had to keep cleaning up the humans mess, attempt to calm down my children, and endure the increasing pain that came with each test of the weapons all the while try to think of a way to stop another catastrophe.

On that fateful day, chaos erupted. Everything seemed to be happening at once. Weapons were released, land was ripped apart, and the screams of my dying children rang in my ears. Pain, terror, panic, horror echoed in the atmosphere. Earth and all its inhabitants were dying, and it only took a press of a button. Without thinking, I used all of my power to shield the remainder of my animal children from the destructive powers of the weapons. I waited and watched my precious children disappear off of the face of the planet. Even though they cried out in pain, I could not help them, for if I did the same disaster would surely happen again. Once Earth was calm and the dreadful screaming ceased, I released the animals from my arms and felt myself drift into darkness.

It was as if I was in a coma. I could see what was going on, but I couldn’t move. I watched as a five year plague swept across the planet. More and more of my children that were left died. Their suffering was constant for fifteen long years after the disaster they called The Shaking for I was too weak to even let rains fall. After a terrible long wait, I was able to help the earth grow plants to feed the animals. I have been steadily regaining my strength the years after The Shaking; flowers were growing healthy, fruits are becoming juicer, and the animals are becoming stronger. Together, no matter how slow it is, we are beginning anew.

April 12, 2100

There has been an excessive amount of rain in the continent of Eramaa. Because of the rain, Lake Cratere has risen two feet, a startling amount to the town of Lago. Although none of the flooding has reached the town, the animals are still worried if it will raise even more with more rain. In eastern Eramaa there have been recent mudslides from the mountains. The town of Forte is now covered in mud. Few have died and many are homeless, injured, and missing.

In Tansanko, Starter civilians have been noticing something strange along the north-eastern coast close to Fattoria. Beaches have been forming ever sense the Shaking, but this particular area of beach has changed. Instead of the sand being white or even tan, the sand has become rainbow. Civilians are troubled by this event and what an understanding of this phenomenon. Besides the rainbow sand, the Starters have had a very successful winter season with a surplus of winter crops. Harvesting has started today.

Plates close to Kiivas in the central ocean have moved, causing an earthquake along the continent’s western edge. The Avanzato dock has been damaged and is in need of repairs. The town of Grotta is worried about future rockslides from the mountains. Even with all of the troubling predictions, the earthquake was fairly small and hasn’t damaged much of the Reformer civilization.

Location: Foresta

The sound of drizzling rain made a calming sound against the roof of the Chief’s old log cabin, a major contrast to the violent storms Eramaa has received in the past week. The tiny cabin was only one room with only a few furnishings. A block of wood sat in the back to serve as a desk, a tattered looking rug from the human times was crumpled along the wooden floor to the right as a sort of bedding, and along the left wall was an elaborate collection of maps, some even dating as far back as 1980. It was in front of these maps that the Wander Chief Razzul stood, studying the map of Eramaa.

Due to recent storms, three fourths of Forte (Eramaa’s mountain town) had been resurfaced by mud. Word of the natural disaster had reached the Chieftains ears earlier this week, just two days after the incident. Razzul had thought they would send him information about the population and not just the condition of the town, but he was disappointed. The mayor of Forte, being one of the biggest airheads in history, only sent a messenger to inform the Chief of the destruction as well as calculations of the damage cost. Although these statistics were useful, the wolf would have been more satisfied with all the details. In the case of an emergency like this one, numbers of the dead, missing, and injured should have come first and costs later. The Chief sent an urgent message back to the mayor to request all of the information as soon as possible, so far there has been no reply. Because of the lack of communication Razzul was planning to arrive at the scene himself. The whole ordeal was starting to give Razzul a headache.

“I should have received notice of Forte’s activities yesterday. It shouldn’t take this long for something as simple as a headcount.” The green and white wolf was beginning to pace up and down the length of the cabin with his head bowed in deep concentration. “Unless something even worse has happened… This is not good.” Because of the recent disaster, Razzul has slowed all logging in fear of loosening more earth that could fuel another mudslide. This may seem a little drastic, but in his opinion it’s better to be safe than sorry. Unfortunately, the Starter government didn’t share the same opinion. The Starters are angered that the exports of wood have lessened, putting a great stress on the Chief. There were two possible solutions: he could increase wood exports to satisfy the Starter’s needs thus endangering his citizens or he could completely stop exports until the rains have stopped to keep the Wanderers safe, causing the Starters to become even angrier. Razzul has gone with the second choice, again supporting his opinion of being ‘more safe than sorry’.

Exhausted with his internal debate, Razzul laid down on his rug, placing his furry head on his paws. A knock came at the door. “Chief Razzul, its Boris sir. A messenger is here to see you.” The deep rough voice of one of the Chief’s guard sounded from outside. “Enter.”
The wooden door opened and revealed a large black bear accompanied by a slightly frightened looking Yariguíes brush finch. Boris, the black bear entered the room, practically pushing the finch along with him until the small bird sat right in front of the wolf. Boris then moved back against the wall all the while making the floorboards creek with his weight. The bird before the Chief cringed with each of the bear’s footsteps.

“Please ignore my friend the bear. I will make sure that he will not harm you in any way.” The wolf stated, smiling softly down at the poor bird.
“Y-yes sir!” The bird chirped. “I have a message from the mayor of Forte.” He began to shuffle items around in his small bag before he pulled out a small folded piece of paper. He unfolded the paper with his beak, cleared his voice, and read. “ Dear Chief Razzul, we have undergone procedure to find the information you are seeking. Due to this week’s recent tragedy a total of nine animals are dead, thirteen are missing, and thirty-two are injured severely. In my years as mayor of Forte I have never seen such destruction. This has to be the biggest disaster in Wanderer history. It is difficult to even walk here without slipping. It’s like something I’ve never seen before. That is all.” The brightly colored bird concluded. For a while Razzul was silent, taking in all he heard and replaying it over and over to himself. Nine dead, thirteen missing and thirty-two injured. The mayor was right; this is the biggest tragedy in Wanderer history.

“Also Chief Razzul, I have heard rumors from some travelers that have recently been to Tansanko that there has been some sort of mysterious event.” He paused to let that sink in. “They say that there is a beach close to Fattoria that has turned… rainbow. I don’t know if that interests you or not.” Rainbow beaches? Now that did interest Razzul greatly. Anything strange and new may point to Mother Nature, something that should interest all Wanderers. “Is that all?” The wolf asked the bird. “Yes sir. That is all.” Satisfied with the information he had received, Razzul dismissed the messenger.

“Rainbow beaches. Ha! What a load of baloney don’t you think so Razzul?” Boris the bear asked when the bird left. “Call it what you want, my friend. I believe that these so called rainbow beaches could point us in the direction of Mother Nature.” The bear snickered. “Hmm… I’ll believe that when they prove that humans could talk.” Said the Guard laughing. Razzul couldn’t help but chuckle.

“So what are you planning, Mr. Chief Sir? I know that look in your eye.” Boris asked in a curious tone. “I’m thinking that we need to go on a little vacation. Get the Guards ready. We are going to see what has become of our mud swallowed down. Also, Boris, please send in another messenger. I’m going to send a note to the President of Tansanko.” The black bear nodded and head out of the cabin with the floor boards creaking.

Razzul began to work on a letter to President Ozymandius at his desk. Using his teeth to hold a pen, he began to write:

Dear Mr. President,
I have received word that one of Tansanko’s beaches is a bit different from other beaches. This fact interests the Wanderer community for every new thing not already investigated may have a chance of being connected with Mother Nature. I am asking for your permission to send a group of my explorers to investigate the happenings of this ‘Rainbow Beach’. Also on the issue of wood exports, I can assure you that we are doing all we can to begin logging again, but at this moment in time logging will need to postponed until the storms we are having end. Logging forests causes the earth to become lose making it more vulnerable for mudslides. As you have already heard, Eramaa has had a major mudslide, which destroyed one of our cities. I will take all the necessary precautions to ensure that his doesn’t happen again anytime soon. I will keep you updated in our progress.
Your comrade,
Razzul Whisperpaw

Once he was content with his letter, the Chief gave it to his messenger, a stunning white mare named Stella, to be delivered directly to the President himself. Although the journey may take up to a week and a half, Razzul was confident that it wouldn’t be too late to inform Ozymandius of the wood export problem. When the messenger disappeared though the forest, Razzul headed over to the Guard’s quarters. They were to begin their journey immediately.

Comet yawned and stretched, blinking her sapphire blue eyes sleepily. She walked out of the guards quarters and padded towards the river nearby. She lapped up some water and took a swim, before returning to her home. Comet stood quietly and groomed herself. "Maybe I should practice my powers to make them stronger." Just then, Boise came in. Comet immediately straightened herself. "Yes?" Boise grunted. "Razzul wants us to go traveling with him somewhere." Comet stiffened but relaxed just as quickly. " Very well." Comet knew her face was heating up, though she was glad her thick fur covered it. It was lays like this when it came to Razzul. Comet nodded and walked outside, only to see Razzul walking towards her. "Where are we going to investigate Razzul?" Comet knew her voice was higher than normal, even more than her normally childish voice. Comet mentally groaned. 'I've so given myself away this time!'

[size=95]Akira sighed, the flames in front of her vanishing quickly.

Akira sighed loudly, lying down on the slightly charred grass around her. She ordered silently for the flames in front of her to disappear as she licked her singed paw slowly.

She had gone out in the early morning to work on her fire skills. Not that they weren’t good, but Akira always believed that if you didn’t get better, you were getting worse. But, while in the midst of her practicing, a cute little butterfly had caught her gaze, breaking her concentration. This resulted in the fire going out of control, singeing her paw and her whole right ear.

“Stupid butterfly,” Akira grumbled as she stood up, wincing at the pressure she put on her paw, “I hope it dies…or something.” Now, she really didn’t mean this, for she loved and, at least tried, to protect every animal she could. If an animal died while she was in charge, she felt that it was her fault and tended to go into bouts of depression, which was very hard to get her out of.

She wandered off, going to find Razzul so he could heal her, wincing at every step she took. Her ear twitched and she whimpered in slight pain. She was kind of used to this by now; it was not unusual for her to get burned. She was always getting distracted when she practiced, though it was extremely rare that she did so on the job.

“R-Razzul!” she called out to him, limping quickly over to him, “Razzul…I did it again…can you heal me?” her icy blue eyes lowered, her tail swishing back and forth on the ground.[/size=95]

"Certainly Chief thank you. I will only need a moment to explain." Amir replied his gaze lingering on Razzul for a few lingering moments before he followed behind at a relatively slow pace for him who still only sparingly used his speed for urgent quests occasionally running just for the fun of it, despite being able to gallop quickly he was unable to keep the speed up for not that long at all: which didn't matter much considering the vast distance he could cover if he pushed himself fast enough.

It wasn't until he came up closer towards the blood soaked fox in which Amir was then able to smell the stench of blood wafting through the air and up into his twitching nostrils, he was far used to the sight and smell of blood by now and where as some animals may have shied away from it repulsed by the red liquid where as Amir simply just took it as another part of his day.

Amir's experiences which foxes had not been the best before, having learned that foxes were once regarded as cunning and sly creatures by the humans who once roamed the planet; Amir had found that the humans did have some sense after all as he had met many animals but none as cunning as a fox...Or an Ape. Somewhat judgmental at times, Amir was certainly not the nicest of all animals to meet but he certainly could give a good judgment of character after a few meetings or less and was yet to meet someone he trusted fully, especially a fox. Not that he was going to open his mouth now anyway, he had other things on his mind. There was some truth in Todd's statement, but he wasn't totally convinced.

Akeil stood in the center of Monte; arms crossed as he leaned against a tree. He scanned the currents of animals flowing past him. It reminded him of the ocean… except more crowded. His arms tensed against the living wall that seemed to close in on him.

The mercenary closed his outer lids and sighed. Akeil straightened and let his arms dangle by his sides as he walked toward the fur covered river. One look at his gargantuan stature caused the sea to split around him. A bubble of air sheltered him from the engulfing crowd as he made his way to the nearest food stand. He could feel the cloud of fear hovering over the masses around him.

Jeez… He thought. I just ate…

Akeil stepped up to the small squirrel, which was frozen as a stone at the shark’s sight. It shrank back in fear from his approach and hid behind some of the merchandise he was selling.

He looks tasty…

The walking fish snapped himself out of his trance. He came here to trade the shells he found for some fruit. Even though he already ate, he had to show that he was an herbivore like everyone else. Akeil was strong, but even he couldn’t take on the entire Eramaa police force.

Once he acquired the various fruits he made his way over to another local shop. Nailed to a post was a sign with the words “Mercenary for Hire: Please write your name and contact method.” Akeil checked if there were any names listed…

OOC: Okay hopefully this will connect me with someone else in the RP xD

Location: Foresta

Although Razzul sort of understood the fox’s belief in healing with time he was also confused how the fox could refuse being healed when he was injured so severely. Any animal who had lost as much blood as he had would have been urgently seeking medical attention. However, there were a group of Wanderer’s who, when injured, believed that Mother Nature had intended them to be injured. It was this group’s custom to not use medical treatment of any kind in order to endure their ‘punishment’ from the great mother. This group of extremist Wanderers usually lived far from civilization in order to remove themselves from the other Wanderer’s (who were seen as ‘threats to the old ways’) so it was very rare to come across one of them. Even the Chief had not seen very many of these animals in his years as leader. It occurred to Razzul that maybe this fox could be one of them. Feeling that he may have upset the fox for asking if he wanted to be healed, the wolf accepted the fox’s decision; he would not heal him.

The fox explained that he was only on business when he was swept away in the recent mudslide. The Chief thought it was unfortunate that he was involved in the disaster while he was only trying to do his job, whatever that may be. Since the fox wasn’t from Forte it would have been an inconvenience for the fox if the wolf was to bring him along with him. He certainly couldn’t try to return the fox to his home, even though he wanted to. For all he knew the fox could be living in Ancora, a city on the other side of Lake Cratere. No matter what Razzul needed to reach Forte to help the animals affected by the disaster.

Relieved that the fox was taking his advice about resting in Foresta before he moved on, the wolf nodded. “I am happy to hear that. It would be unwise for you to continue your way though these forests in your condition.”He paused as if deep in thought. “There is a wonderful little lodge that I know will be able to care for you while your wounds heal. I believe that you will be quite comfortable there. They have the most excellent herbal tea, I have it every morning.” The Chief’s eyes glistened with happy memories when he was just a pup. He used to always go there with his father on errands. The wolf frowned sadly at the memory of his father. He missed him dearly. A small butterfly fluttered across the wolf’s vision and snapped him back to reality. Both Amir and the fox were waiting for him to continue. He cleared his throat in an attempt to make it feel less awkward. “Well, if you would follow me Mr. Fox. Do you need any help walking? Also what is your name? I feel rather impolite not asking for your name earlier.”