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« Thread started on: Mar 13th, 2016, 5:43pm »

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Just mere weeks before the bloodshed known as the Oryantal Civil War, the Kushrik family had lived a life of poverty. Food had been inflated to where no one could afford it without stealing, money had been scarce due to the massive tributes the N’amidians demanded to prevent invasion. For almost two hundred years it continued on like this, going from one cowardly ruler to the next. The people of the island nation had been becoming more and more restless with each passing day.

On a particularly blistering day, Meltem found herself wandering the piers, hiding a loaf of bread within her light jacket. The young thirteen-year-old looked around to make sure that nobody had been around to see her with this rare gift. Not only did she swipe it from a baker, but Meltem also didn’t desire to share it with anyone else. Even while going through the streets she had to deny some people the loaf of bread. It had been too much of a treat that, even though she felt guilty for not doing so, it had essentially turned out to be every person for themselves.

With a grin, she sat down on the edge of the pier. Her bare feet dipped into the water with her toes. Even though Meltem didn’t have anything to spice up the taste of the bread, the mere thought of biting into the loaf filled her with satisfaction. “Alright, time to chow down!” she proclaimed, taking a bite of the bread as crumbs dotted the sides of her mouth.
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« Reply #1 on: Mar 14th, 2016, 12:06am »

Another girl flopped down with a jingle of necklaces next to her, munching on her own loaf of bread, tucking another into her pocket. “How’re you doing, Meltem?” she said, smiling over at her, tucking into her bread. She set her feet in the water, kicking them about, sending drops of water out across the port. She was a short girl with dark brown hair, and half a dozen necklaces clinking against each other.

She was Tariyya, one of the thousands of orphans who roamed the streets, picking pockets and struggling to survive. Most of these children had lost their parents the same way; their parents had been killed in the Third N’amidian War. Tariyya still dreamt about that day, a bright August afternoon, waving as her parents, and hundreds of other parents, their iron armor shining in the golden sun, for that great mission of defeating Oryan’s great enemy.

None of those ships had returned. Thousands of people had died fighting for those tiny islands lost in the Second N’amidian War. Tariyya didn’t even know the name of what stone in the middle of the sea her parents had died trying to maintain for ‘glory’. She longed, above all, to leave this wretched country, and had no qualms about stealing bread and whatever trinkets caught her eye.

But she was far too young, she knew, to try leaving the country. It was dangerous business, travel on the high seas. Storms, sea monsters, pirates. Stories of legendary pirates for the distant western islands reached her. She particularly treasured the story of the legendary female pirate who’d defeated many an arrogant man, fellow pirates and imperial navies alike. She had become something of a role model for the young girl. Her dream was to get her own ship and crew, and to roam the high seas, doing whatever she pleased.

But, for now, she would have to content herself with stealing bread and jewelry. She looked over at Meltem, and smiled again. “Sorry, zoned out there,” she said, awkwardly. “How are you again?”
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« Reply #2 on: Mar 15th, 2016, 10:34pm »

Meltem knew the history of Tariyya thoroughly. They had pulled off some stunts together to gather enough food for their respective families, resulting in them being notorious in their stunts. She gave off a gentle smile towards her friend, brushing her feet back and forth within the water. “Oh, I’m doing pretty well. You know, Khalil and Mulak are doing their usual stuff,” Meltem said to her friend, letting off a small sigh.

There had been something that Meltem had wished to discuss, but she knew that it would go against her brothers’ desires. She gave Tariyya a mere glance before glancing away, eating the loaf of bread once more. “But anyways, it’s been getting harder to steal bread. The baker has even taken to wielding a cleaver at all times. You know how he hates it when we best him,” Meltem piped in, wiping away the crumbs as the searing sun beat down upon the two poor souls. She leaned over towards Tariyya, her hands placed down upon the solid wood of the pier. “Remember the last time we did this, you managed to kick him in the shins while he had a hold of me! That was so much fun!~”
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« Reply #3 on: Mar 16th, 2016, 12:11am »


“Hah, those were good times,” said Tariyya, nostalgically, thinking of the last few months. Since she’d met Meltem, they’d had lots of fun, stealing bread and hanging out across the city of Unbekz. They had a few little hiding places across the city, in narrow alleyways, in forgotten and abandoned buildings, right up against the crumbling walls of Ajlal, but they always loved coming out to the docks where’d they met, enjoying the sun and the sea.

She’d met Meltem six months ago, at these very docks. Sunset had always found her at the docks, on the very longest pier in Unbekz, staring out over the waters. She’d come to this dock every sunset since her parents had left. She didn’t imagine what struggles they were facing out there on the seas, fighting in the Third N’amidian War, not when she was out on the pier. All she did was squint out across the sea, staring at where she’d last seen the ships sails, before they’d disappeared below the horizon, never seen again.

One sunset, perhaps after a year and a half of waiting, Meltem had come up to her, and sat by her side for a few moments. “You know,” she said quietly. “They aren’t coming back.” There’d been a moment’s silence, and then Tariyya had cried into the girl’s shoulders for several minutes. Then they’d walked off in silence, back up the piers, to Meltem’s home.

She thought about that fateful evening, and looked out at the long, long pier. She had not set foot on the pier since then. She turned, away from the pier and toward Meltem and laughed, remembering the adventures they’d had since then. “Yep, we’ve had some good times,” she said again, a little quieter.
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« Reply #4 on: Mar 17th, 2016, 12:41pm »

“Yeah we have.” Meltem sighed a bit, looking down at the water as it stirred underneath their very feet. Oh how Meltem could be like the water that they so admired and depended upon. Free of worry, flowing with the current and the winds, the water did not care who treaded upon its surface. The only thing that the oceans knew had been absolute freedom. The fish that they captured for food on a daily basis had been the only thing supplying this town with enough food and money to support the common people, but not enough to provide any relief. This country has been a mess ever since the last war, and Meltem knew, in her heart, that she must leave soon.

Looking over at her friend, Meltem made a smile. “Tariyya, what if I told you that I plan on going far away from this country?” Raising a hand, she motioned to view towards the horizon of the never-ending ocean, the vastness almost incomprehensible to the young girl. “As far as the eye can see. To another place where I can get money by dancing, the only thing I truly love. Then I can come back, rich and not having to worry about anything else for the rest of my life. No more stealing bread! No more fighting over a single coin! I can help Khalil and Mulak survive.”

With a sigh, Meltem lowered her head, feeling a sense of dread overwhelm her at that instant. Despite sounding pleased with the idea, she knew that it was just that, an idea. She had no possible way to realize the idea herself. "But we both know that it is not possible with the way things are going." Gripping the loaf of bread tightly, Meltem had a look of anger and sorrow, torn between the two emotions.
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« Reply #5 on: Mar 19th, 2016, 5:13pm »


Tariyya looked over at Meltem, her expression a mixture of surprise, fear, and, growing every second, excitement. She’d looked out at the sea often, even after she’d stopped frequenting the very longest pier and waiting for her parents to return. It had always been a barrier for her, a wall her parents had once crossed and never returned. The Ships that routinely visited Unbekz were vessels bringing in fish and the odd batch of goods for more wealthier citizens, she never saw what was in the boxes she once spotted being dragged out of the ships by tired, strong men.

She’d thought about leaving, of course, but she’d never seriously considered it. It was dangerous, she was too young, there was a whole host of reasons why she shouldn’t go, but, despite it all, Meltem’s question filled her with excitement. Unbekz was not a place an orphan girl could ever prosper in. The only path to success was to leave the country, she realized, to head out to the Western Islands, or the great Eastern Continent, or to the harsh Northern Coasts. Any place, she realized, would be better than being stuck in Unbekz.

And then, a moment later, all the excitement drained out of her, and she was filled with fear. Did she mean she was going...alone? Tariyya, truth be told, spent a lot of time by herself, scrounging through alleyways for food, fighting and feasting in the dark, on whatever scraps ended up there. However, she still heavily valued her time with Meltem, relaxing by the piers, chatting about their activities, and their dreams. She knew well how much Meltem enjoyed dancing. She herself did not much care for the activity, but she enjoyed listening to Meltem talk about it. She would miss her, terribly, if she left her. “By...by yourself?” She asked nervously, her voice breaking slightly as she did.

Meltem’s complaint relieved Tariyya, despite herself. She smiled slightly, and rested a hand on Meltem’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. “We can do it,” she said, encouragingly. “Whatever we do, we must not lose hope.” She looked away from Meltem, at the long pier where they’d met. “Not again…”she said, softly.
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« Reply #6 on: Mar 19th, 2016, 10:24pm »

Hearing how anxious Tariyya felt about Meltem leaving, the young girl hesitated. She hated to think about leaving anyone behind, let alone the feelings that the people she knew would have when she finally left. It wasn’t a question of if she would or now, but it had been when, and how she would get off. “Don’t fear, I won’t leave this country without at least telling you first,” she told Tariyya, trying to comfort her friend at this instant.

“We won’t lose hope again,” Meltem stated, making a small smile as she felt Tariyya’s hand squeeze her shoulder gently. She knew that if there had been someone she would disembark with, it would have to be this girl before her. They were close friends, and she could hold a secret, which Meltem admired to a great degree. Although she didn’t share her love of dancing, that did not matter; she knew that Tariyya would still support her.

Hesitating for a moment, Meltem wrapped an arm around her friend’s shoulder. “So tell me, would you leave the country with me if you had the chance?” Looking over at her friend, she shook her by the shoulder slightly, trying to encourage her a bit. “To see the world? To make riches with me and come back? We can make a name for ourselves!~”
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« Reply #7 on: Mar 28th, 2016, 1:03pm »

Tariyya smiled back at Meltem. Her reply had satisfied Tariyya, she believed Meltem, believed that she would not leave Oryan without her. She looked out over the waves, splashing invitingly across the coastline, and wondered what life could be like for them, out there in the Western Islands, or maybe North, to that great Mysterious continent that she’d heard so little about.

Tariyya turned back to Meltem. Meltem had been there for her at her lowest points, and they’d been fast friends since that day. Tariyya was determined to return the favor, to be there for Meltem when she was feeling low, and to lift her spirits when that moment came. Until then, she would stay with her, supporting her through the hot summers and dry winters of Unbekz, or, if Meltem so desired, out, into the vast unknown that lay before them, the great mysterious oceans, and the far off lands beyond them.

She casually looked out over the sea, her mind racing. She knew little about the rest of Oryan, let alone the world beyond. She only knew of N’amidia, the nation whose name was often followed or preceded by a curse when spoken by the Oryanites. N’amidia, the nation that had once been so low, the nation that would always be nothing compared to the glories of Oryan, the nation that somehow had beaten Oryan several times over, the nation that even now was slowly smothering the nation. Fewer and fewer ships arrived at Unbekz, and Tariyya knew, thanks to her incredible skill at eavesdropping, that the N’amidians were to blame, though she wasn’t entirely sure how, or why.

There were other places, she knew, islands she heard mentioned every so often. Cylos, Dactys, Lyptys, islands she’d only heard mentioned every so often. She had no idea where they were, or how far they were, nor did she know how far N’amidia was from Unbekz’s shores. She had never really cared about them...until now.

“So...where would you want to go?” She asked, hesitantly. She didn’t really think Meltem knew much more than her about the extended world, but, then again, she hadn’t realized that Meltem had been seriously considering leaving Unbekz.
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« Reply #8 on: Apr 2nd, 2016, 5:49pm »

“Anywhere but here.” This had been the answer Meltem had prepared in her mind. Just three simple words, and yet these words would carry her so far. “It doesn’t matter if it’s Cylos, or even to the islands to the west. This country is not going to stop me from leaving.” Her eyes gazed upon the waves as it crashed and swirled underneath their feet, rippling off of the pier’s wooden supports as Meltem clenched her loaf of bread tightly.

“I refuse to get beaten by the Çannisaraes for committing a crime. What are we supposed to do? Starve?” Giving a scoff, Meltem found that her bread had been partially squashed in her sudden anger. She bit into it anyway, not wanting to waste any piece of food that she could get. “If the Sultan won’t allow us to eat, then let us leave is what my response is.”

Her heart welled up in her chest, a zealous nature overcoming her as she swung her legs back onto the pier’s wooden surface. Meltem stood upright and felt pride pour through her being. She rambled on for several minutes; for a thirteen-year-old, this had been a somewhat impressive sight for one to be frustrated with the state of things. A true patriot for Oryan, she had been. Despite this rambling, Meltem soon found herself having a mixture of emotions coming from her.

Rubbing her eyes, Meltem made a sniffle. “I-I’m sorry to go off on a tangent like that. My brothers have been so strong about this, and yet here I am with stolen bread, unable to come up with anything to change the state of things.” She fell to her knees, a look of scorn on her face as she looked at Tariyya once more.

“I just wish that I didn’t have to leave, you know? I feel like that is the only option I am forced to deal with.”
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« Reply #9 on: Apr 4th, 2016, 1:17pm »

Tariyya sighed as she listened to Meltem rage about the dismal state of their lives, and of their nation. Once, generations before they were born, Oryan had been a mighty nation. Oryan and N’amidia had clased, and Oryan had always come out on top. Its power was unrivalled, its navies unmatched, its people the greatest and wealthiest in the world.

But those days were gone. Slowly N’amidia had gained the upper hand, its own militaries slowly developing while Oryan squandered its Golden Age without looking to the future, at the dangers of their relatively isolated position in the world, and the growing power of an infuriated N’amidia. Now they were weak, a shadow of their former strength. There was no way that either of them would be able to have any success whatsoever on this island, even survival itself was unlikely. Tariyya took a bite from her bread, and continued to listen to Meltem talk.

And then there were the Çannisaraes. Elite guards of the Sultan and the court, their rule over Oryan City in particular was brutal. They were less prevalent in other towns, but, after Oryan, their presence was strongest in Unbekz, ostensibly because the city was the busiest port in the kingdom. They were brought in from far off lands, for no one in Oryan itself could be trusted to defend their own monarch’s life, and maintained order over the city. As time went on, and Oryan’s purse grew lighter, the number of Çannisaraes lessened, but the thinning of their ranks only intensified their ferocity. Their punishments were brutal for any crime, and the orphans that roamed the streets of Unbekz were a particular nuisance to them, a nuisance they had not the numbers to properly combat.

No, life in Unbekz was intolerable. Tariyya had always had one goal in her mind, from the moment she’d met Meltem - stay alive. She had not thought beyond that but now another goal had crossed her mind - escape Unbekz.

Then she noticed that Meltem was crying. She rose quickly, and gave her an awkward pat on the back with her non-bread-holding hand. It was at times like these that Tariyya was glad to be an only child. She didn’t have to worry about supporting her siblings. Meltem on top of having to find enough food to survive the sunny days at Unbekz and worry about the state of the nation, had to take care of her two siblings, Khalil and Mulak. “It’s okay,” said Tariyya softly. She looked her in the eyes, smiling encouragingly. ‘When do you want to leave?”
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« Reply #10 on: May 9th, 2016, 5:52pm »

With a sniffle, Meltem made a small whimper at the mention of leaving. It would be a dangerous and risky step forward, yes, but at the same time it would do nothing but benefit the young Oryantal. The Çannisaraes were always out in force, taking from them what little they already had in order to fill their own purses. The adults were unable to get jobs because of the constant shakedowns, and the city of Unbekz had deteriorated into a state that had been built on unsteady foundations. Any day violence would erupt, that is inevitable. But the one thing that worried Meltem had been when the city would burst out into a violent fit.

Feeling Tariyya’s hand patting her back, Meltem finally managed to calm herself. “As soon as possible. I-I can’t stay here and watch everyone get hurt,” she said to her friend, turning to face her as a weak grin appeared on her face. Her hand gripped the bread so tightly that what hadn’t been squashed before had been utterly flattened. The appetite of the girl had been diminished, and Meltem lightly tossed the bread into the ocean, where several fish that swam along the docks quickly took the bread and divided it amongst themselves. Ironic, how fish are more civil about the food than the Sultan had been about this country.

“But, where would we get a ship from? How would we get the money? Surely these are things we have to figure out as soon as possible,” Meltem explained, brushing her hands through her hair as a look of focus suddenly came upon her. “Not only that, but where would we go? We can’t go to N’amidia, since they would execute Oryantals who try to escape to their country. Cylos maybe? Ohh, I just have no idea what to do.”
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« Reply #11 on: May 11th, 2016, 7:59pm »

Tariyya turned away from her friend, looking down at the water, where the fish gathered around, waiting expectantly for her to throw down her own bread. She looked down at the fish, none of which were much larger than her hand, and then looked out to the vast emptiness of the sea. She had seen the size of the catches the local fishermen could reel in from just on the horizon, great scaled creatures easily twice the size of the small fish circling their feet at the edge of the ocean. What kind of giants lurked further out, between them and the Thousand Isles of the Cylosian Empire. Tariyya had little knowledge of Cylos, only what she’d overheard from passing sailors, but she knew it was several week journey North to reach the Isle of Cylos itself. Most sailors kept close to the shoreline, not daring to cross the sea directly, for there were great terrors rumored to roam the ocean depths, massive sea serpents, flying beasts that could easily grab ships from the waters and fly them off to feed their monstrous children, a vicious mermaid empire that lurked under the depths of the water. Many dismissed these tales as fantasy, but none was quite confident enough to head out to those waters and put these stories to the test.

“It’s going to have to be Cylos” Tariyya said, slowly and confidently, despite not being remotely confident. “You’re right, we can’t go to N’amidia, we’d never be welcome there...and no other city in Oryan is much better, I think,” she said. She paused, wondering where and how they could raise enough money to get to Cylos. “How much do you think it costs to get to Cylos?” As she asked the question, another popped into her head. “What about your family? Will you take them with you?” An orphan with no siblings, Tariyya had no one else to worry about, and could cross the Cylos while having to worry only about herself. Meltem, on the other hand, had her brothers to deal with as well.
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« Reply #12 on: Jun 13th, 2016, 4:03pm »

“My brothers… Yes that is a problem in and of itself,” Meltem spoke quietly, trying to find the proper words to describe the predicament that they had faced. With no money nor any sort of vessel to sail upon on their own, indeed the both of them had been particularly stranded on this accursed country. Yet the determination that Meltem felt welling up inside of her chest could only be matched by how fervently Mulak and Khalil felt about their cause. “I can’t take them with me; Khalil needs to stay here, he is one of the few who can actually hold his own against the Çannisaraes. Mulak I would want to bring along, but he’s too young for the trip. He’s barely eleven, and although he knows how to handle a knife, a little too well for comfort may I add, he would cause too much trouble in Cylos.”

At the mention of money, a chuckle escaped her. “Simple, we can travel to the capitol and I can join a dancing parlor to make money. People say I have enough talent to make it in the capitol… But I don’t think that this country would be safe soon.” Shaking her head, Meltem ate the last of her bread, feeling torn with the decision that she had to make at that instant. “Oh Tariyya, I don’t think there’s any way out of here. Either we stay here and risk getting beaten to death by the Çannisaraes, or we try to leave for somewhere else in this damn country. Either way, it’s impossible to get to Cylos through practical means.”

Beginning to walk along the deck, approaching the end of it, Meltem saw the dreaded line of ships that had been gathered along the horizon. A blockade made by N’amidian naval vessels. They didn’t allow any trade with Oryan, and those that managed to make it out in some of the massive Oryan galleys were blown to bits the moment they approached the blockade. The only time Meltem heard of anyone truly escaping this island had been when tiny rowboats sailed to the north, towards Cylos, where the blockade had been extremely thin.

Sitting cross-legged on the wooden deck, Meltem took in a deep breath as she placed her feet together. She had to escape this country, no exceptions would be made for this resolution. No matter the cost, both her and Tariyya would flee to Cylos, maybe even apply for asylum if that was the case. “Tariyya, thank you for allowing me to clear my head. You’re helping me to make my thoughts more concise.”
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« Reply #13 on: Jun 16th, 2016, 5:06pm »

Tariyya remained silent as Meltem discussed her brothers. She knew Meltem well, but had been over to Meltem’s place pretty rarely. Save the rich merchants and the slave traders who brought in the Çannisaraes from some undoubtedly vicious part of the world, no one in Unbekz have residences to be proud of. In her trips there, she’d met both of Meltem’s brothers.

Khalil she’d met first, one week where Tariyya had not manage to scrounge any food at all. Meltem had taken her home, to meet Khalil. Khalil had opened his admittedly narrow home to them, and had shared the extremely little food the family had had with them. Tariyya likely owed her life to Khalil, and thus deeply respected the handsome young man. He was a kind man struggling to raise and protect two children while also managing a home and find a job that did not require him to spend months at sea, which limited options significantly for Unbekz. Tariyya vividly remembered his eyes’, green as his sisters’ and gleaming with kindness as he smiled at her.

She’d met Mulak on a different trip, a boy slightly younger, if much shorter, than she was. He was not like most of the orphan boys she’d met, and usually fought with. There was always something about them, the stance they took, the sadness in their eyes, that looked defeated, even when they won the fights she’d have with them for the scraps of bread worth more than gold in the alleys of Unbekz. Mulak was different. His eyes always seemed to burn with a kind of vicious anger. There was a kind of rage that glowed in him that scared Tariyya a little.

“You think they’re going to join in the fighting?” Tariyya asked, nervously. She was sure that either of them would be more than capable of holding their own in the kind of scuffles Tariyya often endured in the alleys of Unbekz, but going up against the Çannisaraes was a completely different deal. She was worried for the both of them, and for everyone in Unbekz, if a fight between the town and the Çannisaraes broke out.

“The Capitol, huh?” Tariyya said, looking away from the sea, towards where Oryan City must have been. “It will be dangerous,” she meditated. Oryan was where the Çannisaraes were at their most powerful, for the royal palace was located there. Her head jerked back over to Meltem in surprise. “You want to join a dancing parlor?” she asked, trying to keep an even tone. Dancing Parlors, particularly in Unbekz, were not known as reputable or savory organizations, and Tariyya had never dreamed that Meltem would have considered joining such a group.

She turned her head to see what Meltem was looking at, and saw the silhouettes of the N’amidian navy. They were always there, lurking on the horizon, preying on fishermen desperate enough to try and fish a little further out, waiting for the moment Oryan was weak enough to at last be invaded. Personally, Tariyya had no idea what was keeping them. She sighed. Desperate times called for desperate measures. “I’ll go with you,” said Tariyya. “I...I’ve never really danced before, but I might be able to help with some other things,” she said, cheerily, despite having no real idea what she could possibly do in Oryan City that she wasn’t doing in Unbekz.
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xx Re: Oryantal Nights
« Reply #14 on: Jul 2nd, 2016, 4:32pm »

“I do think that they will join the fighting. If anyone is capable of putting up a fight, it’s Khalil and Mulak. My brothers are strong where I am not,” Meltem stated bluntly, contemplating on what course of action that the both of them would take. The more she thought about it, the more that the capitol had been out of the question. The only ones allowed during this time of unrest had been merchants who traveled the vast Oryantal deserts with their caravans of camels, laden with rich goods from all over the country. It had been the only place nearly unaffected by most of the poverty, and Meltem shook her head.

“You don’t have to dance, Tariyya, I would not expect you to. I don’t think it will be possible to get into Oryan City either. I’ve heard rumors about how they bar refugees from entering the city, and I would rather not spend the time traveling there only to find out that we can’t enter.” Scratching her chin, Meltem shut her eyes, making a small sigh as her thoughts traveled about within her head. Turning towards Tariyya, looking at her over the shoulder, Meltem had a thought cross her mind.

“Tariyya, have you ever considered trying to find a boat that’s willing to go to Cylos? I know I mentioned Cylos a bit ago, but I’m thinking that that is more likely to be happening than going to Oryan City.” Still seated on the deck, Meltem continued to speak slowly, as if still trying to process the thoughts that she had been having.

Her eyes looked at Tariyya with a hint of regret, but also a sense of rejuvenation within, as if the very thought of escaping Oryan seemed to inspire her even more than anything else before. “But think, once we get out of Cylos, the entire world is at our whims! We can’t stay here any longer. We will either starve or we will be killed by the constant beatings of the Çannisaraes.”
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