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Imes

An odd Tarian woman

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a character in “The Rise of the Tari”, as played by Nowfaleena

Description

Name: Imes
Age: 18
Race:
Gender: Female
Appearance:Image
Personality: She is a very odd girl, yet to be married or even so interest in someone of the other gender, or even the same gender. She doesn't speak much to people, preferring on talking to her raven Poe.
Background: Not much is really known about her, but she was orphaned a young age. Maybe that affected her in some way, maybe that is why she talks to her raven and wanders around at night, despite the dangers.
God she worships: She worships Nish, god of night
Extra: She has magic in the form of Umbrakinesis, the ability to manipulate the darkness.

So begins...

Imes's Story

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Imes stood in the very back of the crowd, her black hair was hanging in front of her face. She may have been the last person you would expect to see at an event like this, though not because of lack of love for her king, but because of the fact of just how many people were here. The eighteen year old had a habit of avoiding crowds, but today.

Today was different. Her King was dead, and she had to show her respect. So she bared with the crowd, the jostling, and stares. Imes just kept her red orange eyes down and patted the head of her Raven. And then it was over just as quickly, but even as the crowd jostled around her she stayed put, she didn't approach the prince that was left standing there, she just watched as the fire burned and rain beat down on her and Poe.

After a moment, the woman looked up at the sky, the rain beating down on her face as she herself mourned, the around her eyes running down her face. If she was crying or not was unsure, but she stayed like that for a while, it the last star was twinkling in the dark sky. Nish had given the sad day a beautiful night.

That was her sign to go, to pray to the god of the night. The black haired woman quickly started to walk away, passing by the prince. Her raven, Poe, trilled as they passed by, looking at his face she herself didn't say a word as her black robes dragged along the ground. There was something strange about her and her bird, they both had the same colored eyes...

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Myr watched the girl with the raven leave. They were well aware of each others' existence, but had never spoken with each other. There weren't many young women who walked around at night, because the king had taken good care of his people, so very few were homeless. She was fairly sure the raven-girl wasn't homeless, anyway. You'd notice that girl from a distance by day. Maybe if she befriended the raven-girl, she could provide a place for Myr to sleep through the brightest part of the day, but Myr wasn't sure the girl would be nice if she started talking to her out of the blue. Besides, her house probably was full of bird droppings.

Myr giggled, quickly remembered she was at a funeral, bit her lip and slapped herself in the face a few times. A few people who had been trying not to stare at the raven-girl now turned to look at the spot she had chosen to wait through the darkest part of the night. They didn't look pleased. "Oh great, now I've done it" Myr said to herself. She picked up her stuff, bowed in the direction of the prince, and ran off into the night.

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#, as written by Nevan
Where was Audrie? Why hadn't she shown herself to him, or come up to the front to at least let her brother know she was there? Let her people? Had she even been there at all, or was she just skulking in the shadows like the whore she was? Tenszar allowed himself a sigh and ran his hand over his face to flick away the rain. His mother was a different story; she grew weaker every day, practically bedridden and barely leaving her room except for the rare desire for the sun and fresh air. At least she had an excuse to not be there for her own husband's funeral...

He had so much to do, he could spend no more time on grieving. He flicked his head up, then removed the cloth from his hair to squeeze it of some of the water as the rain continued to steadily fall. After this, he wound it back around his hair and turned to look at the few members of the crowd still there; no doubt the most loyal among them. Not even all of his Father's senators had showed up... Bah, he couldn't get suspicious over that. Perhaps they grieved in their own way?

Some of the more influential and daring citizens approached him directly, offering their condolences and shaking his hand, or bowing. He thanked them, but he didn't say much else. It was right after one of these shakes that Imes made her way around him, with her Raven calling, though he could not translate its emotion or purpose. He wondered for a moment if the bird knew what had happened, if he was intelligent enough to understand how devastating the recent events had been, and if he felt bad about them at all...

Her eyes... They were strangely coloured... The same as the bird she had with her. Who was she? An ill omen? Her presence sent a shiver up his spine and he stepped back away from her, though his head turned to follow her walk.

By this point, the square was essentially empty and the flames almost dead...

"Who are you?" He asked aloud; his voice unintentionally high in volume. As a prince, he had been used to speaking so all his subjects could hear him... "Are you here with ill intent?"

A beggar girl, Myr, tried to run off into the night. She was one of the only people present, so he held his arm out to stop her. If something was to happen, he could at least order her to run for help...

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Imes stopped in her steps, turning to around slowly to look at the young prince, king now she supposed. Her dark robes dragged along the ground, creating a eerie sound. Her raven trilled at the prince and she quickly turned to it. “Quiet Poe. He doesn't mean harm.” She patted the birds head before looking back at the young man.

She didn't bow to him, just looked into his eyes with her strange ones. She was a sight to see, the charcoal had run down her face from the rain, leaving long black lines streaking the pale skin. She looked...unwordly almost but she was very much a human. She stayed staring at him for a moment, petting Poe slowly.

“Your voice is too loud. It is startling Poe. I don't like it when Poe is on edge.” Was she really talking to him about her bird? Yes she was. “As for your question...I am just another one of you subjects. I am called...Imes. And I have no ill intent. I came here to mourn the loss of the king. Nothing more. However...I am late” She looked up at the sky and frowned. She was late for her prayers to Nish, a god that one wasn't supposed to worship.

The wild haired woman looked back at the prince and frowned at him. “I don't like being late.” Nish may forgive her if she was late, after all she had been blessed with magic from him. But that didn't mean that she liked being late. Poe cawed at the man she quickly petted his head. “Poe says that he is sorry for your loss...but he also doesn't want to be late.” Could she understand the bird with her eyes? It appeared that she could. There was something off about this woman...She looked over at the other woman there and gave her a dismissive wave. "Oh let that one go, she is about as much of a threat to you as Poe is to me."

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Myr stopped immediately. She didn't dare to look Tenszar in the eyes, and she didn't look at the woman either, not because she was afraid of her, but because she was afraid she might laugh again. She settled on her feet.

"Thank you" she thought when the woman dismissed her as harmless. "I'm glad you have no idea what I was thinking a moment ago." Myr took a deep breath and gave her something in between a bow and a nod.

This was an important moment. She wouldn't soon get another chance to gain goodwill from someone as important as the prince. Now she had been mentioned, she could say something without seeming disrespectful. "I'm sorry for being disruptive a moment ago. I don't deal well with situations related to death." That was technically true, but the two sentences weren't related in the way putting them after each other suggested. "I was here to thank the king for this great city. I'm sorry for your loss." No dishonesty there, and there didn't seem more to be said, at least not to the prince. She'd properly thank the woman with the raven later.

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Imes raised a black eyebrow before chuckling. “Poe and I do not share the same language anymore then you share the language of that of a common dog. However, even animals have emotions, and if you are observaint enough you can guess what they are thinking. It isn't sharing a language though.” She said, petting the ravens black feathers. She was used to this question, the people that saw her talking to her companion always seemed to jump to the conculsion that she was a witch. Which was slightly true but they were wrong on the language account.

The woman gave the man a small bow, her wild black hair covering her face as she got permission to leave. “Thank you prince, and I, like the many citizens here, hope that your father's murder is found. And thank you for not arresting me either.”

She straightened herself up, pushing some stray hair behind her head before grinning at him, and slowly turning around, walking away as her head was cast upwards towards the night sky.

-

The morning had arrived. Tenszar had spent the early hours of it roaming the quiet halls of the palace in deep thought; what should his next move be? What should he do to keep the city moving? How should he handle the delicate matter of his father's murder? The one thing he wanted more than anything else was justice - or was it revenge? Did it matter? A man somewhere out in the white-stone confines of their great city would pay dearly for what he had taken from them.

It wouldn't be a simple death, however, it would be a public execution. He would be forced into confession of details and motive and then his head kicked around like how children would play with a ball!
He quickly shook his head, forcing himself out of such violent thoughts of anger and hatred. He needed to be calm and collected... Most of all, he needed someone he could trust.

In his father's study, Tenszar scoured journals and papers of politics; records of wealth and organization. His father had written an awful lot over the years and he was probably one of the first true scholars of the Tari's written language. This pleased the new King, for it was immediately apparent to him that some words could be said better through ink than they could through voice.

Among such written words, he found the Senate listings... And came upon the name of Horus. A few months ago, his Father had once spoken to him about Horus and privately confided in him how he was one of the few Senators he felt he could truly trust. Although Tenszar had never personally met the man, he knew then that he would trust his father's judgement and seek advice.

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He had a short description of the man memorised. Long brown hair, brown eyes, around Tenszar's own age, quite tall and prone to be wearing a white toga in similar fashion to the other Senators. He asked the people he saw as he roamed the street if they had spotted such a man, or if they knew him by name and could direct him in the man's location.

He had at first tried the Senate building, but in such early hours very few were there and though they seemed desperate to begin work under Tenszar's reign and "wisdom", he realized quickly that Horus was not among them and so left them to their debating.

His searching felt rather frivolous after a while; after all, how was he to find on man among thousands? In a city of stone buildings and streets and alleyways, where never before had such a maze been built? It was only when he passed into the Market district that he finally found the man he had been searching for, together with another he didn't recognize and the beggar girl from the night before.

It seemed like some sort of small accident had just happened, as Myr was quick to offer her help, but no-one seemed hurt and so the young King had no restraint in making his way there to introduce himself.

"Are you Senator Horus?" He asked the man, stopping a meter or so away from the group. "I could use your advice on certain... Sensitive matters."