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The Rise of the Tari

The Temples

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

The temples of the Gods, where religious people pray and seek their guidance.

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Several large temple structures surround the palace; some complete, others less so.
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The Temples

The temples of the Gods, where religious people pray and seek their guidance.

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The Temples is a part of Tarin.


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#, as written by Nevan
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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For a moment, Myr couln't help but see the combination of pyre and rain as a giant chemistry experiment. She knew parts of smoke could dissolve in water. Would rain be enough water for that to happen? Did that mean everyone was getting a small amount of dead king on them? Would that be a blessing, a curse, or just dirty? She pushed the disrespectful thoughts from her mind.

Staying at the back of the crowd, she wasn't sure if she should be here, but she wanted to pay respects. Without king Vaylen there wouldn't have been a city, and at best she would still have been traveling alone, trying not to get eaten by anything. She wished she could return some kind of favor, but what can you do for a dead man? Even when he was alive, they were so different from each other she couldn't imagine anything she could do for the king. He was a Tari, rich, powerful... And now, dead, murdered, probably betrayed... Betrayed. Maybe they did have something in common after all. And the things one can do for a dead man are justice and to make sure his work is continued. But how?

Myr didn't leave after the ceremony. There was no chance she could earn anything for the rest of the day, so this place was as good as any. She found a dry corner and hoped that if anyone noticed her sleeping there, they wouldn't kick her out of the temple area.

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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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#, as written by Saken
No one expected Audrie to show up at the funeral, but she did. She showed up right before her brother broke into speech, standing at the front, having slipped though the parted people as her brother – the new king- walked among them. She wasn’t smiling, either. Her lips were in a tight line, eyes hard, squinted. She was angry- so angry. She had a dead father. A brother who did not know how to rule. A broken mother. The ‘royal’ family had bene reduced to such by one, single, man. The one who had killed her father- taken from them their leader. Blue eyes flickered about, landing upon her brother as he broke out into words, and the sky erupted, soakind, dripping rain onto her flowing garments. She did not look as usual- there was no cheerful smile, no mischevious glint in her eye as she ordered around one of more of the people. No. Right now, she was one of the crowd- one of the masses, who mourned over her father. Who doubted her brother.

She did not stay to the very end. She tuned around, making her way quickly back through the hordes of people.. Her head was tilted downwards, auburn hair hiding her facial features, all that anger that reflected on her face. Her father was dead. Her brother was the ruler.

May the Gods help them all.

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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.