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The Rise of the Tari

Market District

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a part of The Rise of the Tari, by Nevan.

With shops and market stalls, merchants come here to sell their wares.

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Market District

With shops and market stalls, merchants come here to sell their wares.

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Market District is a part of Tarin.

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Fi'irios [8] A Tarian apprentice smith.
Imes [1] An odd Tarian woman
Sierra [0] A priestess working at spreading the word of her God to create a new religion in the land.

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It was a new day, perhaps not as bleak as the funeral night before, for the gods had bestowed a shining sun and light winds that danced along the rooftops of the houses. The streets were busy, as merchants and tradesmen laid out their goods. Workers and guards were carting stones to the walls. Children were mingling in the streets, running around with their little games, and occasionally causing grief to the food vendors by knocking over some fresh produce.

Fi’irios was perched along some steps in the market district, gazing at the temples, particularly the white stone steps of the shrine of Ahar, the Goddess of the Sun. He was spying on several robed people walking up the steps, they were priests and priestesses, doing their daily rituals and work at the holy altars of their chosen deity. He was focused on a single person though, a women, a priestess, walking alongside her fellow contemporaries.

Her hair was partially covered by a loose white colored cloth head wrap, but he could still see the long locks of brown hair hanging down the sides of her face. Her face itself had smooth features, with a gently curved nose, and soft lips adorning her peach complexion. That was all he could acquire, for she turned away and disappeared through the winding halls of Ahar’s temple.

The mere glimpse sent blood rushing, and he smiled a bit, before running off towards the residences. He felt rather weightless, yet his feet were still on the ground. For a moment he almost forgot his destination, but he was quick to resume his train of thought. He was unaware of someone heading in his direction though, and immediately collided with the other denizen. As he stood up to regain his senses, so did the other person, who was dressed in a formal toga. One could assume it was someone of dignity, perhaps a priest, but they had head wraps. No, this was a politician, a respected lawmaker of the Tarin people. He looked very young though, with barely a wrinkle, unlike most Senators.

“Oh, sorry sir…I uh…didn’t see you there,” Fi’irios scratched the back of his head as the other man stood up slowly. His leg was slightly bruised from the crash and it was tingling slightly.

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"Hey, Myr, over here!" a merchant waved at her with a fruit, and gestured she should come closer. After she did, he leaned towards her and spoke quietly. "That bastard over there is asking much too low prices again, could you make his dog vomit in front of his stall again?"

Myr smirked. "Why would I do that? It doesn't look like it has worms right now so it doesn't need that medicine..."

"I'll give you three of these" he suggested as a reason.

"People would start asking themselves questions. I'll let you know when I think of something else." Behind the merchant she saw two men bump into each other and fall over. "Excuse me..." She ran over to Fi'irios and Horus. "Sirs! Are you alright? I'm a healer. Did you hurt anything?"

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#, as written by Nevan
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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“My friend, what brings you here?” Kadhek gathered his belongings into a bag composed of animal hide.

“What do you mean ‘what brings you here?’ I always come and meet my teacher after finishing my work,” Fi’irios laughed.

“Mmh, perhaps right after gazing at your beloved priestess…hmm?”

Fi’irios’ ears reddened as a sign of embarrassment.

“And I’m not your teacher,” Kadhek chuckled as he closed up for the day, heading towards the exit after Fi’irios.

“She’s not my beloved,” Fi’irios scoffed. The two passed by several pots on display at one of the many bazaars.

“Are you sure? You’ve spied on her, for say…the last five years?” Kadhek grinned.

“Three! It’s three years!”

"Bah!" Kadhek dismissed that with a wave following several chortles.

“Whatever, she’s a priestess…and you’re…you’re…you’re Fi’irios,” Kadhek ambled alongside Fi'irios.

“She’s beautiful…besides…why are you such a..uh…a um…,”

“A skeptic?” Kadhek interrupted, “Well,” he paused.

“It is a school of thought, one of the many I teach.”

“Why exactly do you have to teach that particular one?”

“Well…would you rather I taught nothing then?”

Fi’irios chuckled, “That’s not what I meant.”

“So, how goes your apprenticeship? I trust you haven’t forged any tools of destruction yet?”

“Those would be weapons, not tools. No I haven’t forged any of those tools yet.”

There was a slight lull in the conversation as they walked down the crowded streets before noon.

“I still can’t believe he was murdered…” Kadhek spoke.

“Quiet! Don’t say that out loud," Fi'irios searched for anyone who heard Kadhek's thought.

“I did not,” Kadhek lowered his voice. Such talk was bound to arouse suspicion where none should be.

“I…can’t believe it either. In the middle of the night…why would anyone desire the death of such a great man?”

“Perhaps he had devils of his own…”

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“Enough of that affair, let’s get back to you,” Kadhek turned to his friend, “You should marry her.”

“What? I’m not ready…” Fi’irios protested weakly. He didn’t have any real reasons, excuses rather, to stave off marriage.

“’Not ready?’ You’re five years too old to say you aren’t ready, at the age of fourteen a Tarian has come to the appropriate age to marry,” Kadhek paused and smiled at Fi’irios, “I think you’re more than ready.”

“But..” Fi’irios mumbled.

“’But’ what? Ah, I forgot …you can’t dance,” Kadhek chuckled. Fi’irios was about to open his mouth, but he was cut off by Kadhek, “My apologies, everyone can dance, but you in particular, don’t like to dance. How awkward.”

“I can dance just fine, it’s just I find the idea of cavorting about the ground. I’d look very…”

“Awkward?” Kadhek inputted.

“Awk..ward? Is that another school of thought?” Fi’irios turned a glance at his old friend, perplexed at the word.

“Great Goddess Fertilia, I hope not. I teach wise men not dancers.” Kadhek chuckled before roughly cradling Fi’irios under his arm.

“You two were practically meant for each other,” Kadhek was barely holding on, he felt like he could burst out laughing before the crowded streets, but as a teacher he had a bit more decency to hold it in.

“Funny,” Fi’irios narrowed his eyes directly at Kadhek; he knew it was a shot. “I’m sure if anybody knew, it would be you,” Fi’irios arched his eyebrows in a sardonic manner. Kadhek simply replied with a smile before he continued on.

“You’d better start liking the dance now, or you’ll end up growing grey alone,” Kadhek warned him comically as they passed by some produce stands.

“Dancing beyond nightfall…” Fi’irios groaned, “How tiring would that be?” the thought of dancing long past the moonlight did not disgust Fi’irios, but it did make him feel sore.

“Very tiring indeed,” Kadhek shook his head with a wide grin of mockery.

“It makes me grow weary, but at this age, I’m surprised she hasn’t been betrothed yet,”

Kadhek raised his eyebrows. “Hmm, perhaps she has been spying on you as well?”

Fi’irios scoffed at the notion and pushed him aside in a flippant manner while they continued walking.

“If only one could express love and receive the blessing of the Gods in a different way,” Fi’irios mused to himself.

“Hmm, if there was a different way, perhaps you’ll find it. Run along good man, run along to your forge!” Kadhek smiled slyly as he continued on his own path.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Kadhek,” Fi’irios turned a corner and slipped through the crowds, on his way back to his father’s forge.