OOC Recruitment is OPEN Spots filled: 8/10 The Bare Fields; an expanse of flatlands stretching for several miles under a generally sunny sky. Though it was a floodplains, the season at the time called for a comfortable breeze and clear blue skies, with no indication of the ground sinking beneath them. Located within the Mecrundyr state of Emil-Trou, it had been designated as the spot where the cross-continental gathering would take place. Within days the plains had become a virtual city, covered from end to end in makeshift tents and encampments. The more industrious opted to make temporary wooden homes from the ground up. What was once a land given the moniker "Bare" for its naked appearance where nothing could hide had now become an urban development sprouting from the spring ground like an infant flower. Tens of thousands of persons from all walks of life brushed past one another. Every race, every nation, every status. It was hard to believe that such a world, full of diversity, could have been controlled by a uniform nation a mere ten years ago. One could only imagine the logistics involved to maintain such a feat. Merchants gathered together to exchange their goods and to seal deals that would undoubtedly begin a level of trade the world had never seen before. It was already clear Mecrundyr and Ollas were on the receiving end of the best of it, being situated in a prime location to deliver. Spirits were high, save for in a particular section of the field. The gathering was, of course, not simply for merchants to stuff their pockets full to the brim with gold and silver. Politics were truly the main reason for forming the "festival" (as people had begun to call it), as officials from each nation met to discuss the state of their world and what was to come of their newfound freedom. For two countries in particular, things were not going well, as was to be expected. The center of the field was reserved for official high-top tents, including those of Alkrisian and Complesian political figures. Already things had turned sour, and the two nations refused to show to meetings in which the other had appeared. Ultimately, neither parties were involved in many of the meetings thanks to this refusal. Fights broke out within the festival elsewhere which were nevertheless quickly suppressed; full blown riots between the two nations were not an option. In more than one place people had already devolved to gambling. Countless swindlers set up tables for people to test their luck (or test how gullible they were), while others created makeshift arenas to house small-scale sparring matches, encouraging onlookers to place bets, if only for the fun of it. The last time anyone had the opportunity to slug one another from across nations had been lost to burned history books. In such a place as this, opportunities were once in a lifetime. Whatever one could think of, the festival likely had it in droves.