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Tenszar

Eldest son of King Vaylen; now his successor.

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

Description

The New King of the Tari

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Name: Tenszar
Age: Roughly nineteen.
Gender: Male.
Race: Human/Tarian.
Rank: King.

Appearance: From the head down, Tenszar is a slim man with light brown hair, relatively short in length and of the messy texture - he perhaps doesn't wash it as often as one would expect of him, but it's fluffy enough to be distinguished from the average citizen. He often wears cloth on his head, obstructing his hair somewhat like an incomplete turban.

Moving down to his face, Tenszar is angular, with a straight, slightly concave nose bridge and a small mouse. His eyes are light blue and his skin itself is slightly tanned, down to his neck line. His arms and part of his chest have the same tan as his face, but tan-lines distinguish these areas from the rest. He is often seen wearing a cream tunic and on rare occasions, a toga decorated with gold colouring on the rims.

Depending on the weather, Tenszar can be found wearing either white leggings, or a longer tunic with an open dress at the bottom; roughly reaching the knees. Finally, Tenszar prefers to wear open-toed sandals, though will often take bronze-capped shoes if he leaves the city.

Personality: While in public, Tenszar keeps up a visage of charm and authority, he is really no more than what any other man could be. He is no sociopath; capable of feeling empathy, love and respect. An despite the public uncertainty, he is actually quite intelligent.

Equipment: Other than his clothing, Tenszar is known to keep a copper blade. It's somewhat short, but its edge is sharp.

So begins...

Tenszar's Story

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The Funeral of King Vaylen I.


A young man stood and peered silently across the city, as the sun began to sink lower into the sky. As dusk fell, the chill in the air got nippier and the very air itself seemed to grow less warm in the absence of Vaylen I. He had been the one shining beacon of light that had kept his people going through the coldest of times and now without him, the city would suffer for it. He was too late to prevent the fate that had befallen his father, though whatever cur had caused it would suffer by his hand before the end; something he had promised his mother and sister with a sternness in his voice that had never been so awakened.

His eyelids felt heavy... So he allowed them to drift shut a while whilst filling his nostrils with the cool breeze. He had never heard the city so quiet... Not one single event had ever caused such a unanimous pause of reticence on the scale he experienced right then. It was refreshing; he truly loved them for it.

However, things had to move onwards, so he let his vision come back to him and began to climb down the hundred white stone steps from the first pillars of Pere's temple, down to the gathering of thousands below. Between each of the five major temples; of Fertilia, Kerris, Seretoth, Pere and Ahar respectively; was a large square capable of fitting much of the population of Tarin. A little less this particular eve, for a large mound of wood had been raised in the centre and atop lay a cold, grey corpse dressed in a crimson toga.

As Prince Tenszar reached the bottom, the crowd began to separate to create a road for him; that led all the way up to where four guards holding lit torches waited for his command. He thanked each citizen silently with a nod or a hand gesture on his slow traipse down the centre, but he could not bring himself to smile for them - the day was too sad for that. At the end, he knew he was expected to make some kind of speech, to lead the funeral and lamentations... He had rehearsed for it, yet he could already feel the words beginning to stick in his throat.

As the sky darkened to the movements of grey clouds overhead, he finally reached it and stopped. Several people began to clear their throats, or murmur too loud to conceal it from him as per their intentions. A good minute or two had to have passed, time enough to let the crowd begin to grow restless, before Tenszar finally turned to address them.

"I-... I know you expected me to speak on this tragic event," he said, his voice growing louder with each word so that people farther back could hear him. "But all my words are stuck in my heart; stolen from the tip of my tongue by the Gods themselves... Perhaps it is because they wish us to be silent, to mourn in thought and contemplation. I really have no words to describe the sadness that I know each of you out there also harbour, so I will stop speaking now... And together may we see my Father carried to the heavens."

As though he had given them some silent command, each torch bearer lay their flames upon the mountain of wood and then stepped back, watching as the flame grew hotter, larger and higher...

Tenszar didn't watch. He faced away, eyes stinging and trying to ignore it by focusing on the heat against his back. However, this feeble attempt failed and before long, a tear or two dropped to the stone ground beneath him. Then followed several more; droplets splashing against the white stone ground and running into the cracks between each tile. But these tears were not from him, they were from the sky, from Pere herself. As the fire burned the dead king's flesh, so too did Pere's rain try to protect him, though not great enough was her sadness to deny him entrance to heaven... And so the flames remained and continued to warm cold flesh.

It took almost an hour for the deed to be finally done, during which Tenszar spoke not a word and moved not a single muscle voluntarily. However, as all things reach their end, so did the funeral. That was it then, it seemed. The funeral was over; Vaylen's soul had ridden the flames to his ancestors and Tenszar would be named the new king in the morning of the next day...

One by one, people in the crowd began to disperse and return to their homes, but not the new King. He had to stay there a little while longer; so at dusk on the last day of winter, the Prince of Tarin used the rain as an excuse to hide his tears.

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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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Tonight was perhaps the only night that the children would ever remain so still, pausing their play and jest, to observe the funeral of a man who they didn't know much. They only knew him by his name, the King, but he lived on within their hearts for his deeds. At this age, they weren't fully aware of what that single man did for them, but perhaps once they arose to adulthood would they dwell upon all that he had done and given. For now, the white stone seemed as dark as ever, as the spirit of King Vaylen I, the guiding light of the Tari people, departed from the city, and the world itself.

The little ones tugged at Fi'irios as he stood alongside his mother, his father, his friends, and his tribesmen while they watched the funeral pyre with dry and wet eyes alike. Some tears fell, some tears stood. Many mourned the loss of their King, some of whom knew him simply as a man who had a vision. Fi'irios was merely four when King Vaylen led his people to these lands and proposed his plan for a city of white stone upon grasslands north of the Ankerean Dunes.

The loss of the King, and Prince Tenszar's ascent to the throne, were rife with anxiety and uncertainty regarding the future. The young prince was barely twenty, but when he assumed his position and spoke before the crowd, there was a certain dignity and maturity in his words that assured the people. Fi'irios could feel it as he stood there among the other denizens of Tarin. Then, light drizzle began to shower the city, perhaps tears from the Goddess Pere.

The children buried their faces in Fi'irios leg, shying away from the flames that took away the King, at the same time covering their heads from the rain.

"Why are they burning him...?" a child asked, fearful of the answer.

"They're not burning him," Fi'irios paused, "he's riding those flames to the gates of heaven. The flame burns high into the sky, so he can reach the heavens, because the heavens cry for him like we do," he looked on into the endless night.

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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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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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Myr needed a moment to think about everything Tenszar had said. Random arrests? And "I know in my heart I will never live up to him", that was something one might say because it is the sort of thing one should say, but it sounded like he truly meant that he felt inadequate.

"Prince Tenszar!" she called out at his back. If he turned, she would look him straight in the eyes, showing him she was speaking from all her anger about her past. "It's true you must honor your father by seeking justice and by continuing his work. But greatness is not found through imitation, it is found in here!" She pointed at her heart. "You already are a great man. You treat a beggar with the greatest respect, no small-minded man would do that! And being the great man you are, you will find justice. You WILL NOT find someone random and convenient to blame. Misplaced blame will turn friends into enemies, and I should know! You will lead your people to find the murderer, and will graciously accept if that should fail, or else the ground you walk on WON'T BE WORTH MY SPIT!" She lowered her voice. "You already are a great man, prince Tenszar. Good night."

Then she ran like hell itself was after her.

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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.

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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."

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Horus squinted his eyes and turned to face the new voice calling to him. "Yes. How can I help-"

Now facing the man, he realized it was none other than the newly crowned King Tenszar. He stood on the edge of the commotion, an unsure but confidant expression on his face.

"My King!" Horus blurted out, stepping towards his leader. "Please excuse me, sire. I was not expecting you here." He made a slight bow, "How can I be of service? Shall we move to the Senate?" Perhaps he was talking too much, but he felt eager to please his new King.

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"Sirs! Are you alright? I'm a healer. Did you hurt anything?"

Fi’irios was quite surprised when a young lady had come up them, for she noticed the accident and was ready to deliver aid. She had short blond hair, most women fashioned their hair this way, with the exception of priestesses and women of the court. Her eyes were a sapphire blue, but the striking characteristic of hers were the two tattoos that stretched down her arms. Before Fi’irios could observe her markings in detail, however, some people gathered and pointed in his direction. The girl was the least of the surprises, for Fi’irios thought he had committed some crime, until he turned to see the Prince…King Tenszar now.

His approach was most unexpected, especially in broad daylight the morning after the King’s funeral. Some thought he would be mourning privately behind the closed doors of the palace with his family. His presence raised some eyebrows, and prompted some bows. Although, bows weren’t very common, considering that many people didn’t bow to King Vaylen either. It seemed like the practice was out of place, everyone seemed to know each other, and such prostrations were very formal. Meanwhile, the man Fi’irios had ran into, stood up and dusted off his toga,

"That’s quite alright. No harm done,”

"Thank you," the Senator turned to the girl, "It's just a nick, really." He held his hand tightly over the cut.

King Tenszar by now had grabbed the man’s attention, and the Senator returned the young King with a bow before they went on discussing, perhaps matters of the political kind. They strode away, leaving Fi’irios to wonder at the turn of events, but he decided he would continue on. It was just another accident, not the kind that would warrant the intrusion of the Guard Corps, who kept the peace in the city.

He had spent the morning working with his father; today he had successfully used the hammer to flatten a spear tip, before his father soaked it within water. Now, he was perhaps done for the day, but his father would say otherwise. Fi’irios intended to meet Kadhek, a teacher, and his childhood friend.

Both were born in the same tribe, and grew up together right when King Vaylen unified them. Ever since then they've kept a close friendship, with their homes only a block apart. Fi’irios finally reached the school, or rather House of Learning, as Kadhek put it. The building was located in between the residential and market districts, at the city's center. The children were dispersing from the room; their learning had ended for the day. They would resume it once more the next day, but after school they would return to their homes to help their parents around the house. The children were fairly younger than Fi’irios, perhaps six to eight years younger.

Soon, the hall was empty, and Fi'irios stepped inside, away from the bustling activities of the streets. A single person was attending to his belongings on a raised stone. Kadhek lifted his head and smiled to see friend, "Fi'irios!"

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"Just a nick?" Although accidents could always go much more wrong, a scratch was indeed the usual damage from a fall like that. And these were grown men, not children with worried mothers, so Myr's services weren't needed. "Well then. Clean it as soon as you can, then clean it again with a clean piece of cloth soaked in the strongest drink you can find. It will sting when you do, but that should make it heal quickly. And remember me if you're ever ill or have a worse wound."

A crowd was gathering around them. Why? She looked around and with a shock noticed that it probably was because king Tenszar was right behind her! No guards were grabbing her, so it would seem he was not too offended by her outburst last night. Relief and some pride about having spoken out for true justice filled her with euphoria. "King Tenszar" she greeted him with a nod. Grinning, she added "You seem to be interrupting my leaving again." Maybe that was too presumptuous, one should be modest when speaking to a king. Avoiding further eye contact by looking down, she shyly added "I hope you took my words last night for what they're worth."

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"It was justice I spoke of, not trade" Myr remarked. "Those aren't quite alike. Good day, good king, and good luck." Smiling about her own cleverness, Myr bowed and left the scene, in search of a situation that she might turn into one with people giving her food.

"These are strange times" she said to herself. "Great and just kings get killed in the night, and then young kings tell crazy beggars they'd stay to chat if they had time." She added more and more drama to her tone. This was fun! "The wise and the strong walk into each other backwards, I wonder what else will come tumbling down? Is this an exception, or a return to natural order? Will these white rocks sink back into the earth, and if so, will I be caught below them? And listen to me, I should be on a stage! A healer, who acts ill in the head, a playwright who can't write! Wouldn't that be a show?" People were staring at her, a mother dragged away her small child that was pointing at Myr, who began to strike poses. "Yes! Be afraid of the strange and foreign one! Hide your child, lest the fool dares to treat her scraped knee! Double check your door at night, lest you become like a king! These are strange times, Myr tells you so!" Suddenly she returned to a normal standing pose, and addressed the staring crowd in a neutral tone. "So, to sound like a raving lunatic, you just describe your thoughts and what you see in big words. Now, does anyone have any wounds or illnesses? I'm a healer, and I assure you I am sane."

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Horus turned away from the curious scene and followed his King towards the Senate Chambers. He quickened his pace to match the King's stride and turned to him as they made their way through the crowd.

"I'm flattered that your father considered me loyal, sire," He began as he edged past the citizens crowding Tenszar, "But if I may, I hope that you will evaluate me yourself, and not just based on your father's thoughts." He scratched his chin in thought, "At any rate, I am quite glad you are ready to begin work, there is much to be done. With the unfortunate turn of events I am afraid that the Senate has become a hall squabbling animals. They need you to lead them, sire."

Horus finished his thoughts and studied Tenszar. I have no doubt in his ability, Horus mused in his thoughts, He will be perhaps an even better leader than his father; but I fear the older senators may try and take advantage of his inexperience. Horus pushed his way through a group of merchants heading for the King and looked up ahead. The familiar shape of the Senate Hall rose above the mass of people and shops. Sunlight reflected off the bright white stone, making the building seem almost magical in the day.

"Home." Horus muttered to himself as they drew closer to the building.

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"I'm sure that your actions to come will dictate your standing," he replied; talking calmly as he strode through the busy streets. "But until then, I would be a fool not to start with the foundations my father spent fifteen years building. This place, this culture, is the first of its kind. No other such settlement exists as large or as advanced as we; we're the dawn of a new, brilliant era and I need to make sure the men and women who build it are worthy of remembrance."

He watched as the Senate rose before them, high above the surrounding buildings upon a mound of white stone and exactly fifty steps to climb to reach the pillar-laden entrance.

"My mother despises this place. She says that one day I will come to also despite it, as a pit of snakes and spiders. I hope that her prophesy turns false, or at least falls short of the target."

He began to climb; Senators, Soldiers and Citizens alike stepped aside to allow him higher. The chambers were not fully open to the public, but the outside and the public forum within (where administrators received feedback from the common man and relayed it to the meeting halls beyond) were often teeming with men, women and children of all ages and occupations.

This is why, that when a certain foreigner had climbed those steps barely ten minutes beforehand, he hadn't been stopped. Looked upon with slight suspicion, perhaps, but the people were very aware that no such law yet existed where ostracization was a vald path.

This, perhaps, was about to change.

As the new king climbed higher, the foreigner began to descend and wound a cream turban around his face like a mask, while brandishing a four-inch bronze blade in his hand. The assassin began to quickly move...

Down the steps he ran, two at a time, before leaping forwards and falling down upon Tenszar, who was pre-occupied with watching his feet so he didn't fall. The two stumbled, fell and rolled in a scrawling heap back down to the street below.

At the bottom, one man pinned the other. Punches were thrown by the one underneath, followed by a slash of a blade that the prince could only block with his naked hand. He grabbed the hand and the knife within it and wrestled as hard as he could.
A rock was thrown by a nearby man, which struck the assassin in the head and caused him to stumble to the ground. He released the knife, but Tenszar's left hand and wrist had been struck and royal blood began to spread quickly over the stone ground.

The assassin regained his composure, watching as two dozen guards began to quickly run to fill in the surrounding area and come to their King's aid. The foreigner made the choice to run and delay his death. Against such numbers, with Tenszar still alive, he knew he could not succeed witout throwing away what he was not yet willing to leave. The would-be killer thus turned, pushed his way through the growing crowd and disappeared into the city as many a guard began the chase.

At the bottom of the stairs, Tenszar could only tightly clutch at his wound with his remaining right hand and watch events unfold around him. "Healer!!!" he yelled; he cried.

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Horus nodded as the King elaborated on his thoughts and emotions. He felt inspired by Tenszar's rumination on the rise of the Tari; it seemed somehow fitting as they strode through the open air of the streets. Horus watched as men and women of all ages moved through the streets, going about their daily lives.

"It truly is amazing, sire," Horus admired softly, "The progress, that is."

The pair reached the base of the Senate and began ascending up the staircase of the building, the crowd from the street seemed to grow thicker as they did. The open air buzzed with excitement as the citizens of Tarin milled around the public forum. There is nothing quite like it. Horus thought to himself as he trailed the King up the stairs. The commotion of the area was surprisingly natural.

And yet, something was wrong. Glancing around the mass, Horus could see anxiety on the face of several bystanders. He scanned the stairs, searching for the cause of the suspicion. "Sire, I-"

It was too late. A strange masked man pounced on the King and sent them both barreling to the street below. As they fell down the steps, Horus saw the glint of a blade in the hand of the assailant.

Horus ran down the steps after Tenszar, a pack of senators, guards, and common citizens surrounding him. "Stop him!" Horus exclaimed over the screams of the crowd. His view of the King and attacker was obstructed by the wall of men flocking to the King's aid. By the time he pushed through the group to Tenszar, the assassin had sprinted away, dozens of guards chasing after him.

Horus dropped down to his knees at the fallen King's side. Blood dripped from his badly slashed left hand to the dirty ground below. The King screamed for a healer, his cry echoed across the plaza.

"Remain calm, sire," Horus glanced around, desperately searching for help, "Just stay still."

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A young boy watched the fight with wide eyes. His mother tried to turn him away so he wouldn’t see, but he didn’t let her. When the king yelled “Healer!!!”, the boy wrestled away from his mom and ran to the market.

The crowd that had gathered around Myr was dispersing and going back to their shopping. Her examining a badly sunburned young hunter wasn’t as interesting her acting like a fool. Out of nowhere, a boy grabbed her arm. “Myr! Myr! The prince... the king... somebody cut the king...” the child was out of breath.

She grabbed him by the shoulders. “Where?”

“The senai... the seni... where the toga people are.”

Myr got the idea. She grabbed her bag and ran as fast as she could. It wasn’t very far, and she knew some shortcuts.

“Healer coming through! Make room!” she yelled at the back of the crowd she saw. People got out of the way, first slowly, then faster when a guard joined Myr and started pushing them aside. Without asking, she started working. She bound his arm to stop the worst of the bleeding. “On your side, this arm up” she ordered. “Stay awake.” She began cleaning and treating the wounds, the liquid she used felt worse to Tenszar than the knife had.

The cut in Tenszar’s wrist could be bandaged, the one in his hand was a bigger problem. “Does anyone have a thin needle? And fire. Give me fire.” Myr only owned a bone needle, it wasn’t very suitable for stitching a hand. A woman handed her a bronze needle, a moment later someone brought a torch. Myr held the needle in the flame until the metal burned her finger, threaded it with a long hair, and stitched the cut. “If you have something important to say, do it now. I’m going to give you something against the pain, it will confuse you a bit while it works.” After wrapping a tight bandage around his hand and lower arm, she removed the first one around his upper arm. “Let’s hope it doesn’t start bleeding again.”