And now for an actual update (shock horror)
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Welcome to Akemoor. Because this is the first official time we've shown much to the world we thought "Hey! why not spiel a little history?" So we went with this....and here are the results below, sorted into their various locations and cultures.
-Manangari, Port Wilhelm-
Ah the great Port Wilhelm....did yo know this was one of the very first places in Akemoor with permanent residences? You see, back in 1723 there was a literal nothing here...just a beach and a few shrubs. The peoples of the area were under pressure from outside nations to build something that they could trade with, a port...or a dock...or just something. Even though this pressure was felt throughout the coast the members of the local area at the time where one of the only to realise this call for trade. So, they got to work with their limited knowledge in the field of building anything....and created a wooden shack from which people from the other nations would come to bring many wondrous things like gunpowder and tools in exchange for some ceremonial artifacts and various varieties of opal which were common in the area. With time, the native peoples of this area became fond of the tools and other wonderful things that the travelers brought so instead of going with their cultural beliefs, they went completely against them. They decided to stay in the one place. This was not met with very much love. But, through this they had something that the other did not....they had acquired guns as well as the support of the travelers who brought them there. The following years were not nice. From 1725-34 there were constant attacks upon the now growing port and many lives were lost. On March the 13th of 1735, a woman by the name of Wilhelm, formed her own alliance with some travelers and one of the docks. This alliance was designed to make the slowly growing port town known at the time as Darnak grow ever so much faster, the deal was that the travelers would start to bring in farming equipment and various other things that had been in short supply and in return she promised to have the attacks stop. Completely.
How she went about getting this to happen would leave a scar on the area for many years to come. In the night, she and a band of her followers went out with torches and set alight to the surrounding scrublands more than any people had done before for traditional bush burning techniques. She and her followers had started an inferno. Unluckily it was a hot, dry and windy day so the fires soon grew into a massive bushfire that would go on to burn a portion of the port town and claim an estimated 75 lives there, then burn the essentially the entire Manangari Island (Manangari is an island, the kind made by a fork in a river that creates two mouths) scrub and forestry down to the ground. It was not meant to be this bad in the slightest. The tribes in the area lost an estimated 230 people that day with many more injured.
When put under the grill by the community and the surviving tribe peoples Wilhelm explained that the attacks were foolish and meaningless, that the port was the future of the entire peoples and that the fire was only meant to scare, not scar. But she did it in a way that would remain in the communities minds for a long time afterwards. She was a charismatic woman and a convincing one that would not be rivaled for another hundred or so years.
She had managed to untie the slightly charred peoples to make the port the best damn port in the area.
When the travelers came back to see the now growing rapidly fields left by the bushfire they took their chance and began with the planting of many different plants and species that would serve the city for two hundred years to come. After they were completed in 1738 the town saw a massive rise in population with people actually coming from overseas to live there as well as the lack of predators and diseases. In 1741 it was decided that the port be named after Wilhelm who had passed away on an unknown date in September sometime. Thus, Port Wilhelm was born.
-Manangari, CBD-
The CBD of manangari, a bustling and wealthy place to be sure.
In 1739, this place was ah but one small trading post connected to the port just half a kilometer to the east. It was only till the next year did some immigrants get the idea of "hey, let's build here" and thus they did. With the lack of land laws in Managari (at the time that was the entire country) they just built there, no one minded as there wasn't much there in the first place. In fact, people like the idea, a place where they could place most of the newer peoples coming in. It was met with wide welcome. Several acres of land was just built upon in a sprawling fashion that saw the raising of eyebrows from tribepeoples across the river who where not used to seeing lights across the river. A group of around 50 men came from across the river to see just what it was and were horrible surprised to find that the people had gone against their ancient culture that at the time was fairly well law. Again, not met with love just as the first people had faced from the Managari tribes. Except this time...there was a LOT of people. More than the tribepeoples had ever seen before. There were strange things they had not seen either like large canoes on the coast (ships) and strange huts made from pebbles (stone houses)
Most importantly, they saw the absolute amounts of food the people had...and how happy they were. Everyone seemed to be smiling. It was like nothing they had ever seen! They quickly retreated back to their side of the river to what was at the time a small time of famine. No one on their side was terribly happy and there were many starving people. Instead of becoming Jealous they just expected to be able to share with the people in the port town. Which is when the culture shock occurred. The peoples of this weird place were not sharing, which was very VERY unlike before when they could go into any tribe they wanted and take what they needed. And other tribes could do the same to them as long as they had something to give. And the port goers had a lot to give in their eyes. In 1745 they had begun to try and learn the ways of this new and strange place and were not terribly happy. Until one young man by the name of Narmeni came up with the cunning plot to change the culture in the port town to what it was before....with the things that was making the port city so great, which in their eyes was the fact that they had begun to stay put and work the lands around the instead of looking for new ones. His plan was to set up a church of sorts on the isle. They found a small space in between two of those weird stone houses (this is in the future CBD btw) and built the beginnings of their church. At first it was just a small stage with a podium...and that's it. Then it started to catch on, the original peoples from before loved the old ways mixed with the new that the church stood for and began to flock to it in droves. By 1748 the church had bought some of the surrounding buildings and built a stone thingy (in Narmeni's own [translated] words) of their own that sure as heck beat that silly stage and podium. Although the podium has been kept in a museum ever since. After this rapid growth in popularity in 1834 Narmeni died at the ripe old age of 74...incredible for his area and that time period. The church he had left in his wake was both great and influential in Akemoor to this day, being the single largest church in Akemoor itself.
Nowadays the old stone church has been literally moved to a safer location outside of the city. The new headquarters completed in 1998 is the tallest building in Akemoor (the huge white one)
-Manangari isle, Klakatoon-
Klakatoon, south of manangari, close enough to be considered a satellite city. Not the nicest of places but it is the place where things are happening fast.
In 1747 gold was found in Klakatoon. You can imagine the resulting gold rush from this can't you? Gold, just south of a port town even? That's a recipe for growth explosion right there. Anyway, Klakatoon has a colourful history stemming right from this initial discovery of gold because when people moved there in their hundreds they found....no gold. The backlash from this against the newspaper company that printed this lie was huge, the first riot in Managari history. The building the printers were stationed in was promptly destroyed....many people left. This little outburst is what would combined with two seprate incidents leave such a huge impact on the media companies in Akemoor to not lie else face the wrath of the community. Leaving what could be described as a ghost town, people found it hard to afford a boat back to wherever they came, lot's of people went on a trek through the desert to the place where there actually was gold, Darnelle whereas some just settles down in Manangari. It was left to rot for around twenty years until 1769 when some clever people got a bright idea to revamp the town, y'know, give it a leg up. They knew that the land industry in Manangari was nil so they tackled it a different way, they invested in thousands of enios worth of manufacturing equipment. It worked, the factories were up and running and people were moving back in.
The rest of Klakatoons history isn't too interesting...up until of course the 1930's.
In the 1930's a curious thing happened, there was a great flood in the Akemoori Plains, it was a national tragedy because of several factors. 1. in the plains themselves many thousands of people died. Towns eliminated and livelihoods ruined. 2. The city of Darnelle was flooded partially, not nearly as bad as the plains but still a little. 3. Most people worked or knew/relied upon people who worked in the Akemoor plains. It was an economical disaster.
A total of 12'635 people poured into Klakatoon (more into Darnelle and Manangari) where the demand for housing suddenly increased from a stable amount that saw the town growing at a nice rate to insane. Makeshift houses were being made everywhere and everyone put in a little. What you see in these pictures is the older varieties of the makeshift housing, the ones that are not recent. The culture in these parts is a brilliant one as everyone helps one another and everyone shares what little they have. It has been like this since the 30's when they came.
-Manangari, Klakatoon, Klakatoon power station-
Built in 1957, shut down in 1989. This massive power plant that supplied the power for most of Manangari isle was essentially what sent Klakatoon into an industrial uprising. Because power had become so cheap so quickly, the industries wanted into this tax free country. They were pushing into the place so fast that residences were being pulled down to make room for them. This effect made living space a premium in Klakatoon so they began to build upwards instead of outwards like they had been doing before. Tenements, apartments and flats. Everything was looking all peachy for Klakatoon. Until....
People sick of how the industries were treating their health began to get really upset when they proposed a new Iron smelting plant not far from the majority of the apartments in 1973. When they actually started building it? Well lets just say it's what pushed the agitated people over the edge. 189.4 million enios worth of damage, 156 people dead and one orphanage robbed in a blind fit of opportunism. When you ask people who lived through it what it was like they will usually not answer you or just slap you straight out. Not kidding.
Nowadays though....
The city of Klakatoon is expanding ever so gracefully into the old farms that served the Manangari Isle so well for so long. Urban sprawl to put it blatantly.
Except unlike most other places it's a different style of sprawl, it's that of the richer people who want nicer houses and better treatment. Away from the industry and the slums.
That's it for now, Come back some other time for more....here, have this
I picture of Darnelle for when we return and tell you it's fun little history.
-Peter maldi, Head of historical preservation and second in command to the department of education-
126 port Ave Darnelle
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