Island Dawn Island

[Dream]

[Dawn Island] - [#1]
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Dawn Island is the only island within the four blues that is separated by class. Even those who are higher up are also placed in their own sub-classes, going by nobility. Dawn Island, commonly known as the Goa Kingdom, is separated not just by class but also by location, with the outskirts of the main Goa Kingdom being Foosha Village, a rural village. Mount Colubo dawns behind the village, with a forest at its feet and around it known as the Midway Forest. Then we come to the Gray Terminal, a junkyard where class comes to the forefront for those who live at the feet and bottom dwellers. Within the Terminal, a cove exists where a band of Pirates operates, on the payroll to do the dirty deeds of those at the top. Then arrives the Capital of the Royal Palace, which dictates everything like a membrane of the entire Kingdom.

It had been a long time since the structure of the kingdom was in place; from the shores, a hindrance was about to spark to life and cause huge chaos.

 

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Dawn Island #2
@Dream

Kade silently made his way into Foosha Village with determination, absolutely hell bent on accomplishing the goal assigned to him. He was a man that was young and hadn't spent time travelling the world. As such, while it didn't show on his face, this was a completely nerve wracking situation for him. He felt lost on what liberating a country actually entailed or where to begin. Still, he strolled down the road to the seemingly peaceful village, taking in the surroundings as he went along.

Foosha Village

Foosha Village resembled a typical rural community, filled rustic wooden houses, docks and a few windmills. The residents were friendly for the most part. Children played on the road side as the junior agent passed by, waving at him before continuing on his way. Kade gave them a small smile before continuing along the pathway, where continued to search for place to find out more information about the state of affairs. It wouldnt be long before Kade came across a small wooden bar by the name of Partys Bar.

"A bar huh?" He said to himself.

Bars were the perfect place to gather any form information you needed in his experience back home. To Kade, this was the only way to find out the state of affairs of the island and the path to knowing the location of the main city. The young man stuffed his hands in his pocket before making his way towards the entrance of the building. He stepped up to the wooden door and paused, staring at the sign for a few moments before making his way into the building with a sigh.....

Partys Bar

Kade eyes scanned the interior of the bar with caution. It was lively, filled to the brim with men who heartily laughed and drank booze to their hearts content, taking a break from their daily activities to get drunk with their friends.

At the counter, stood a young woman of average height. She had brown eyes and black hair that went up to just above her shoulders. She wore a yellow kerchief, an orange blouse with black sleeves and a long light blue skirt and orange sneakers with white soles and was diligently working away, cleaning some glass cups before preparing to tend to some men that were ready for a drink. Kade let out another deep breath, before walking to the counter to make conversation and find out what was going on.​

 

[Dream]

[DAWN ISLAND]​

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The Partys Bar was a modest yet inviting establishment, its wooden walls steeped in the stories and laughter of Foosha Village. The air inside was warm and slightly smoky, carrying the mingled scents of ale, freshly cooked food, and the sea breeze that slipped in through the open windows. The wooden beams overhead were strung with simple decorations—fishing nets, seashells, and the occasional framed photograph of the village's fishermen and their prized catches. A large, well-worn counter dominated the space, behind which the bartender worked tirelessly to keep the patrons happy.

The bar was a hub of camaraderie and relaxation, with villagers seated at scattered tables, some playing cards while others shared hearty laughs over exaggerated tales of their exploits. The lively hum of chatter filled the room, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses or a burst of boisterous laughter. Lanterns hung from the ceiling, casting a warm golden glow that made the room feel both cozy and alive.

At the heart of this bustling environment stood Makino, the bar's proprietor and soul. She moved with an effortless grace, her kind smile a beacon of warmth to all who entered. Her black hair, neatly tucked beneath her yellow kerchief, swayed gently as she worked. Her attire, practical yet vibrant, reflected her approachable personality.

"Welcome to Partys Bar," she greeted with a smile that seemed to put even the most anxious strangers at ease. "Can I get you something to drink? Or maybe some food?"

Her voice was soft but carried a natural confidence, a testament to her years of listening to the dreams and troubles of villagers and travelers alike. Her demeanor was calm and attentive, as if she had all the time in the world to hear whatever was on someone's mind.

Nearby, a group of villagers erupted into laughter, their merriment filling the room. Makino glanced at them fondly before returning her attention to her task behind the counter, her expression always warm and inviting. It was clear she was more than just a bartender—she was a confidante, a caretaker, and a vital part of Foosha Village's heart and soul.