Post by Dregan on Dec 6, 2018 17:46:59 GMT
Aaah, yes! The aptly-named 'Sun Sea Isles'. Of course, that was a recent name - a title easier on the tongue of the tourists who had only recently came to discover this simultaneously new and ancient land. It was a place of unknown and foreign history oh-so-recently opened up to the world at large. And seemingly more then eager to do so...
Today the day had opted to do it's best to impress - and to really push that 'Sun Sea' brand. Indeed it was a gloriously bright morning, an orange glow emenating from a peach tinted-sky, reflected eagerly in the ripples of the dockside waves. It was a beautiful sight to behold.
And then there was the dock itself, visitors and locals alike basked in that orange light. For many of the people now arriving, stepping off their recently-travelled ships, this was their first ever view of these lands. A throwback nation with a modern touch, there were mountains and wilds as far as the eye could see, speckled with large structures carved from stone and wood that spoke of curious wonder and tribal mysticism.
The grounds on which they were now setting foot stood as a stark contrast to this - modern paving marked the perfect position for their liners to match up to, with large screens and speakers aligning the platform's edges, affixed over gates and scanners that boasted the latest and most extravagant of capabilities. There seemed to be a few signs of such modernisation dotted among the distant views as well - more screens and speakers seemingly affixed around the more populace areas of the island. They spoke a level of intrigue, of old vs new... albeit it would take a while before anyone unloading now would truly get chance to investigate those intentional anachronisms.
Among the bustle of arriving guests, the locals too could be identified by this similar approach to past-and-present. The garb with which they adorned themselves was what many would call 'traditional', and what many less delicate individuals would refer to as 'weird islander clothes'. There was certainly a level of stereotype to them though, grass-lined skirts and intricately carved masks bringing to mind images often found in less-than-favourable history books.
Still, on close inspection, a lot of their outfits - their 'armour' it could perhaps be called - seemed to be designed from more current materials. Metals and plastics that made so much of what they had more... practical.
They seemed to be armed too, with a variety of objects ranging from spears, to pistols, to... big staffs with giant orbs on the end? That last one was probably just more tradition, but it still looked like it could pack a punch.
Still, with all these first-time visitors to the Isles, it perhaps seemed reasonable that security would be relatively tight. Whilst openly they'd embraced this wave of tourism - throwing out free travel and holiday invites - there was still a sense of nervous reluctance to truly engage with a world that had seemingly lost past moved on from them...
Today the day had opted to do it's best to impress - and to really push that 'Sun Sea' brand. Indeed it was a gloriously bright morning, an orange glow emenating from a peach tinted-sky, reflected eagerly in the ripples of the dockside waves. It was a beautiful sight to behold.
And then there was the dock itself, visitors and locals alike basked in that orange light. For many of the people now arriving, stepping off their recently-travelled ships, this was their first ever view of these lands. A throwback nation with a modern touch, there were mountains and wilds as far as the eye could see, speckled with large structures carved from stone and wood that spoke of curious wonder and tribal mysticism.
The grounds on which they were now setting foot stood as a stark contrast to this - modern paving marked the perfect position for their liners to match up to, with large screens and speakers aligning the platform's edges, affixed over gates and scanners that boasted the latest and most extravagant of capabilities. There seemed to be a few signs of such modernisation dotted among the distant views as well - more screens and speakers seemingly affixed around the more populace areas of the island. They spoke a level of intrigue, of old vs new... albeit it would take a while before anyone unloading now would truly get chance to investigate those intentional anachronisms.
Among the bustle of arriving guests, the locals too could be identified by this similar approach to past-and-present. The garb with which they adorned themselves was what many would call 'traditional', and what many less delicate individuals would refer to as 'weird islander clothes'. There was certainly a level of stereotype to them though, grass-lined skirts and intricately carved masks bringing to mind images often found in less-than-favourable history books.
Still, on close inspection, a lot of their outfits - their 'armour' it could perhaps be called - seemed to be designed from more current materials. Metals and plastics that made so much of what they had more... practical.
They seemed to be armed too, with a variety of objects ranging from spears, to pistols, to... big staffs with giant orbs on the end? That last one was probably just more tradition, but it still looked like it could pack a punch.
Still, with all these first-time visitors to the Isles, it perhaps seemed reasonable that security would be relatively tight. Whilst openly they'd embraced this wave of tourism - throwing out free travel and holiday invites - there was still a sense of nervous reluctance to truly engage with a world that had seemingly lost past moved on from them...