Welcome to the "The Rising Waves" Event!

This event will be active between June 1st, 2026 to June 30th, 2026! 

The pipes are bursting from the ongoing storm. 

York is down in the basement having a hell of a time maintaining everything. Water has begun to drip through portions of the ceilings and soaked the floors, with unown servants kicking over buckets they set up to catch the pools of liquid. You swear the water is darker, but that must be the old rust coming up from the pipes. 

Everything is wet.

It hasn't stopped raining since all those folks came back from boating out at sea. To avoid the ongoing weather, tenants have shut and even locked their windows to avoid the rain from coming in. The humidity is high and forcing the wallpaper to curl, lightbulbs to flicker, and nostrils to clog for those that could still breathe through them. The walls that tenants were previously able to pass through felt stronger, denser, with a thickness that gave weight to anyone who tried to squeeze through them. Ghost and flying tenants could feel the unease, an illness weighing, sickening even- at the mere attempts to float through the open air. 

Some even ended up in the nurses office to try and treat those ailments.

It was this morning in particular that the shrieking sound could be heard. Abyss would come barreling past you and shoves you aside, forcing you to collide with the door. She runs out to the manor's lobby where Maxwell is trying to reassure her, calm her down, but her frantic nature could be understood completely. Head to toe she was covered in familar but tiny parasitic leeches. 

As she falls to her knees, it is as if the simple floorboards beneath her weight flushed with water. The grandfather clock begins to chime, loudly. Its bellowing dings sound like a siren, a warning call to all those that could hear. It didn't normally voice an alarm so early in the day but..

The basement. She cried. The basement is flooded.

The doors to the manor would finally slam open to the weight of the water and a wave would come rushing in. As the liquid brushed the melting doors, the wood would openly start to corrode away. The drooping wallpaper would begin to deteriorate in real-time with the fluid creeping up from everything it touched. As tenants and unown servants began to scamper, climbing on furniture, rushing to the stairs- it was only then you would be able to see it, able to look out beyond those doors. 

There was an emptiness to the rush. A long foggy horizon of murky grey and tan skies. 

Was it a hallucination? There is nothing out there beyond the manor anymore, as this building seems to be the only thing left standing in this world beyond the sea.

Your instincts are screaming as the dark water gets closer, and if you could fly your body is twisting to avoid the splashes.

Flee.

The stairs.

Climb. Higher. 

Get to the top of the manor. Get as high as you can.

If you're unsure you'll finish the prompt(s) by the above end-date, make sure to ask for an extension before the event ends.

All art submissions must include at least one lined (or lineless) half-body, with either color or shading to be counted for the prompt bonuses unless stated otherwise.

All literature submissions must include at least 500 words to be counted for the prompt bonuses unless stated otherwise.

Each piece can only complete one prompt - per character - per member, even if multiple characters from one member are present in the piece.

Make sure to tell us what prompt you are completing, and for what character, in the description of your art or literature so we can reward you correctly!

And with that all said... have fun in PKMN-WOE and beware The Watcher...