"So," Dyrun said. "This is it."
He looked at the convoy officer that stood just next to him, in front of the southwestern gates of N'ya.
"Seems like it," he nodded. "We made it. Before we step into the city, convoy's physicians will check everyone for possible infections. The ones with a granted access permission will get into the city to meet the Bannerlord."
Bannerlords were the Governors of Empire-affiliated cities, however the usage of the word "Bannerlord" was merely traditional. It comes from many centuries ago, when the Law Regarding the Preservation of the City Banners was legislated, the King assigned all Governors to be in charge of the newly-established City Banner Shrines and Squares first hand. The term is a mere reflection of this small detail up to modern days.
...
Scharren-El'nar family luckily passed through the city gates when it was understood that none was infected. Dyrun and Shinas were helplessly amazed by the sight of the city: it was hard to tell whether it was a forest or a city, unlike many first-ever fyllian cities in Altor, that are situated at the coastline. All the buildings were professionally placed within the woods with similar colors, giving the city itself a successful disguise. 'This', thought Dyrun, 'Could well be useful for defenses.'
They arrived to the huge tower in the city center, probably the only structure that is explicitly visible even outside the city. N'ya had four seperate districts, and they all had passages and wide roads between them; and this tower the fylla called Thyke was at the very point where these seperate districts meet, in the middle of a square called Thyke'gaoch. It had a flame at the top, a flame fylla believe was a gift from Lyca'nae Verd, the Leader of the Council of Holy Spirits (which is practically a League of Gods) and the God of Flame, the main element of all Life. Fiery spirals from the bottom to the top ornamented and beautified the black, straight tower; up to the point where they meet with the fire proudly watching over the capital of fylla. One could easily observe how proud the fylla are with this gift, and they always spoke highly of Thyke.
When they arrived at Thyke'gaoch, they realized that N'ya City was already aware of the disease lurking Altor: the Bannerlord Krischnokh Illinarth, his wife, all the officials of N'ya City, health officers, aid supplies, huge tents for food, volunteers; they were all working very hard to turn the square into a safe refugee hub. Dyrun and Shinas had no idea for how long these people worked for, but apparently they succeeded. They were safe.
...
"Our blood brothers," said Krischnokh to the priviledged refugees, after waiting for all to arrive about half a day, around midnight, during a speech. "This day will show how fylla of the Wood and of the Sea shall be one and aid each other, without hesitating one moment. We mourn for the losses of the denizens of Syera, the beautiful watcher of the Gulf; the homeland to all of us. Rest assured, my brethren, N'ya will do everything she can. Here, we established a temporary residence for you. Arriving convoys after tomorrow will be scattered all over the suburbs, but all refugees that arrive to the safe embrace of N'ya shall not be rejected, this I vow. Now please, the ones who haven't eaten, the food tents are over there - the ones wishing to take a rest, our volunteers will aid you."
Dyrun was amazed. He rubbed Dheinach's hair, who also was looking around the city with a dropped jaw; holding his father's hand. "Do you see? We are safe now. We will be fine. Right, mother?" he said. It is common for Fyllian mates to address each other as 'mother' or 'father' when their children are around.
"Indeed," she smiled at Dheinach and her brothers. "Now, children, let us eat and rest a bit. We are all filled with sorrow, and we are obviously exhausted."
Boys approved, but Dheinach did not react at all. She was still observing the square and the tower, she was watching how everyone was running around, aiding the victims of Syeran Plague. She was deeply impressed, as much as a child would be impressed from things; fresh and alive forever until the day they eventually join the dead in Lake Hente.
...
After some weeks, when all the refugees from Syera and surrounding towns arrived in Ossax, expectedly the bigger population was initiated in N'ya. Most of the refugees in N'ya were of Syeran families with a higher reputation; diplomats, officials.
Scharren-El'nar family was given a house near the northern suburb of Khalios. It was one of the better suburbs, with a nice park and a large pond in it. It was mostly a merchant district with many crafters: blacksmiths, carpenters, cobblers, tailors and tinkers. Residential buildings were to the southern side of the district, exactly the area where the family's new house was situated in.
"This is," said Shinas to her children, while peering at the new house. "Our new home. It looks a bit old, but if we work together; and if we work hard, we can make an even better house than we've had back in Syera."
"We can't," said Dheinach. "I loved our house in Syera. This one is old. And I don't like the neighbourhood."
"Come on now, Dhei," Shinas said, with a subtlely trembling voice. "This house will be just as good! That's a bigger city with different people, more entertainment for kids, I'm sure! You should give it a chance, my dear."
"I won't," she cried. "I won't, I won't! I hate it already! I'm sick of it, already! I want to go back! Father, let me go back! I miss the sea, I miss the winds blowing through my face - Father!"
Dyrun was silent. The entire family was in front of their new house, and they were calmly listening to their young daughter screaming and expressing her hatred about N'ya. Dyrun knew how it felt, just like the rest of the family; and he could imagine how a kid would interpret, experience and express that kind of a feeling.
"Dheinach!" said Shinas, with tears in her eyes, she still was frowning. "Stop it, you are embarrassing us!"
"Shin, love," said Dyrun suddenly, holding up his hand towards Shinas. "It's alright. Let's talk about it later, shall we, Dhei? We can't go back to Syera now anyway, we have to wait for the physicians, priests and arcanists to cleanse the taint. We will talk about it when they do so, okay, my girl?"
She mumbled, and slowly walked inside the house; kicking and breaking the wooden garden gate on her way... She surrendered.
He looked at the convoy officer that stood just next to him, in front of the southwestern gates of N'ya.
"Seems like it," he nodded. "We made it. Before we step into the city, convoy's physicians will check everyone for possible infections. The ones with a granted access permission will get into the city to meet the Bannerlord."
Bannerlords were the Governors of Empire-affiliated cities, however the usage of the word "Bannerlord" was merely traditional. It comes from many centuries ago, when the Law Regarding the Preservation of the City Banners was legislated, the King assigned all Governors to be in charge of the newly-established City Banner Shrines and Squares first hand. The term is a mere reflection of this small detail up to modern days.
...
Scharren-El'nar family luckily passed through the city gates when it was understood that none was infected. Dyrun and Shinas were helplessly amazed by the sight of the city: it was hard to tell whether it was a forest or a city, unlike many first-ever fyllian cities in Altor, that are situated at the coastline. All the buildings were professionally placed within the woods with similar colors, giving the city itself a successful disguise. 'This', thought Dyrun, 'Could well be useful for defenses.'
They arrived to the huge tower in the city center, probably the only structure that is explicitly visible even outside the city. N'ya had four seperate districts, and they all had passages and wide roads between them; and this tower the fylla called Thyke was at the very point where these seperate districts meet, in the middle of a square called Thyke'gaoch. It had a flame at the top, a flame fylla believe was a gift from Lyca'nae Verd, the Leader of the Council of Holy Spirits (which is practically a League of Gods) and the God of Flame, the main element of all Life. Fiery spirals from the bottom to the top ornamented and beautified the black, straight tower; up to the point where they meet with the fire proudly watching over the capital of fylla. One could easily observe how proud the fylla are with this gift, and they always spoke highly of Thyke.
When they arrived at Thyke'gaoch, they realized that N'ya City was already aware of the disease lurking Altor: the Bannerlord Krischnokh Illinarth, his wife, all the officials of N'ya City, health officers, aid supplies, huge tents for food, volunteers; they were all working very hard to turn the square into a safe refugee hub. Dyrun and Shinas had no idea for how long these people worked for, but apparently they succeeded. They were safe.
...
"Our blood brothers," said Krischnokh to the priviledged refugees, after waiting for all to arrive about half a day, around midnight, during a speech. "This day will show how fylla of the Wood and of the Sea shall be one and aid each other, without hesitating one moment. We mourn for the losses of the denizens of Syera, the beautiful watcher of the Gulf; the homeland to all of us. Rest assured, my brethren, N'ya will do everything she can. Here, we established a temporary residence for you. Arriving convoys after tomorrow will be scattered all over the suburbs, but all refugees that arrive to the safe embrace of N'ya shall not be rejected, this I vow. Now please, the ones who haven't eaten, the food tents are over there - the ones wishing to take a rest, our volunteers will aid you."
Dyrun was amazed. He rubbed Dheinach's hair, who also was looking around the city with a dropped jaw; holding his father's hand. "Do you see? We are safe now. We will be fine. Right, mother?" he said. It is common for Fyllian mates to address each other as 'mother' or 'father' when their children are around.
"Indeed," she smiled at Dheinach and her brothers. "Now, children, let us eat and rest a bit. We are all filled with sorrow, and we are obviously exhausted."
Boys approved, but Dheinach did not react at all. She was still observing the square and the tower, she was watching how everyone was running around, aiding the victims of Syeran Plague. She was deeply impressed, as much as a child would be impressed from things; fresh and alive forever until the day they eventually join the dead in Lake Hente.
...
After some weeks, when all the refugees from Syera and surrounding towns arrived in Ossax, expectedly the bigger population was initiated in N'ya. Most of the refugees in N'ya were of Syeran families with a higher reputation; diplomats, officials.
Scharren-El'nar family was given a house near the northern suburb of Khalios. It was one of the better suburbs, with a nice park and a large pond in it. It was mostly a merchant district with many crafters: blacksmiths, carpenters, cobblers, tailors and tinkers. Residential buildings were to the southern side of the district, exactly the area where the family's new house was situated in.
"This is," said Shinas to her children, while peering at the new house. "Our new home. It looks a bit old, but if we work together; and if we work hard, we can make an even better house than we've had back in Syera."
"We can't," said Dheinach. "I loved our house in Syera. This one is old. And I don't like the neighbourhood."
"Come on now, Dhei," Shinas said, with a subtlely trembling voice. "This house will be just as good! That's a bigger city with different people, more entertainment for kids, I'm sure! You should give it a chance, my dear."
"I won't," she cried. "I won't, I won't! I hate it already! I'm sick of it, already! I want to go back! Father, let me go back! I miss the sea, I miss the winds blowing through my face - Father!"
Dyrun was silent. The entire family was in front of their new house, and they were calmly listening to their young daughter screaming and expressing her hatred about N'ya. Dyrun knew how it felt, just like the rest of the family; and he could imagine how a kid would interpret, experience and express that kind of a feeling.
"Dheinach!" said Shinas, with tears in her eyes, she still was frowning. "Stop it, you are embarrassing us!"
"Shin, love," said Dyrun suddenly, holding up his hand towards Shinas. "It's alright. Let's talk about it later, shall we, Dhei? We can't go back to Syera now anyway, we have to wait for the physicians, priests and arcanists to cleanse the taint. We will talk about it when they do so, okay, my girl?"
She mumbled, and slowly walked inside the house; kicking and breaking the wooden garden gate on her way... She surrendered.
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