An Old Tale of Port Olni (In Honor of its 16th Anniversary)
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By Arealius the Sailor
Arealius stood before the gates of Port Olni, his eyes fixed on the bustling city beyond the walls. A year had passed since he'd left Port Kar, and the memories of his past still lingered. He recalled the long and arduous path that had brought him to this moment, traveling up the Vosk River and then the Olni River, with his kajira, Juicy, by his side.
As they gazed out at the city, Arealius and Juicy were fatigued, carrying everything they owned on their backs. The city's walls and buildings shone like a radiant jewel, their polished white marble surfaces glinting in the sunlight. The sheer scale of the architecture was breathtaking, with towering structures that seemed to defy gravity.
The streets were bustling with people from all walks of life, each going about their daily business with purpose and urgency. Merchants hawked their wares, artisans showcased their crafts, and guardsmen stood watch, ensuring the city's prosperity and safety. Citizens, clad in their finest himations, strolled through the agora, discussing politics and commerce, while slaves hurried to complete their tasks.
Arealius and Juicy stood out in stark contrast to the city's opulence, their travel-worn appearance a testament to their journey. As they gazed about in wonder, a gentle voice called out to them from a nearby stall. "Travelers, welcome to Port Olni! You look like you could use a hot meal and a warm bath. Come, rest awhile, and let us help you find your footing in our fair city."
The vendor, Laris, greeted them with a warm smile. "I'm Laris, a merchant of textiles. Please, rest your burdens and let my servants tend to your needs." Laris gestured to his servants, who quickly relieved Arealius and Juicy of their packs and led them to a nearby courtyard. The sound of splashing water and the scent of exotic spices filled the air as they sat down to a simple but nourishing meal.
As they ate, Laris asked about their journey and their plans for the future. Arealius took a bite of his food, collecting his thoughts before speaking. "We've been traveling for a while, working on merchant ships and sailing between Kassau, Cardonicus, Rovere, and points south. I've had my share of adventures on the high seas."
Laris's eyes narrowed with interest. "You've had experience on the Thassa, then? What skills do you bring to the table?" Arealius smiled, confident in his abilities. "I can read and write, and I'm good with numbers. I've served as the hold scribe on a few round ships, keeping track of cargo and transactions. I'm looking to settle down and make a new life in Port Olni, perhaps find work as a merchant or clerk."
Laris nodded thoughtfully, his expression calculating. "Those are valuable skills indeed. I think I might have an opportunity that could interest you, Arealius. Would you be willing to take on a challenge and see where it leads?" Arealius's curiosity was piqued, and he leaned forward, eager to hear more. "I'm willing to listen," he said, his eyes locked with Laris.
Laris leaned forward, a hint of excitement in his voice. "I'm looking for someone to help me with a new venture. I have a shipment of fine textiles arriving from Lara, and I need someone trustworthy to oversee the inventory and ensure it's properly stored and accounted for. It's a temporary position, but it could lead to more opportunities in the future."
Arealius's eyes lit up with interest. "That sounds like a great opportunity. I'm confident in my ability to manage inventory and keep accurate records. What textiles are we talking about, and when does the shipment arrive?"
Laris smiled, pleased with Arealius's enthusiasm. "The shipment is due to arrive within the week. It's a selection of fine cloths and woolens, highly prized by the merchants of Port Olni and the City of Ti further up river. I'll need someone to work closely with my team to ensure everything is properly stored and distributed."
As Arealius worked with Laris's team, he quickly proved himself to be diligent and efficient. He was fascinated by the intricacies of the textile trade and impressed Laris with his keen eye for quality and his ability to negotiate with suppliers.
The shipment from Tyros arrived, and Arealius oversaw the unloading and storage of the goods with precision and care. He worked closely with Laris's team to ensure that every piece of fabric was accounted for and stored properly. The sun beat down on the courtyard, casting a warm glow over the activity.
As the days passed, Arealius grew more confident in his new role. He made connections with other merchants and traders in the city, and his reputation as a reliable and skilled professional record keeper spread. He would often stroll through the market places, admiring the fine pottery and bronze work on display, and engaging in lively discussions with the other citizens.
One evening, as he was finishing up his work, Laris approached him with a thoughtful expression. "Arealius, I've been impressed with your work. I think you have a real future in this city. I'd like to offer you a permanent position with my merchant house, with a salary and benefits that reflect your value to the business."
Arealius was taken aback by the offer, but he was also thrilled. He had been hoping to establish himself in Port Olni, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. "I'd be honored to accept your offer, Laris," he said, smiling. "Thank you for the opportunity."
Laris smiled back, pleased with Arealius's response. "Welcome into my house, Arealius. I'm looking forward to seeing what the future holds for you." As they shook hands, the sound of laughter and conversation filled the air, and the city of Port Olni seemed to stretch out before them like a canvas of endless possibility.
As the sun set, Laris invited Arealius with his kajira Juicy to join him for a celebratory drink at a nearby tavern. The sign above the door read "The Three Moons," and the sound of laughter and music drifted out into the evening air. Juicy's eyes lit up as she gazed at the tavern, her voice barely above a whisper. "Master, may I please go in? I want to serve you like I did in Port Kar."
Arealius smiled, his eyes scanning the tavern's open arches, which allowed entry from any direction. The interior was dimly lit, with soft music and the scent of exotic spices filling the air. Sensual dancers moved through the crowds, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of the music. Juicy's eyes were fixed on the dancers, her gaze hungry with desire.
Laris laughed, nodding at Arealius. "The Tarn's Nest is one of the finest taverns in Port Olni. The dancers are renowned for their beauty and skill." He led them inside, where they were greeted by the tavern's owner, a warm smile on his face.
As they sat down to drink and enjoy the entertainment, Arealius couldn't help but notice the stunning view beyond the tavern. A four canals ran parallel to the Temple of the Initiates, a grandiose structure with towering marble columns and intricate carvings. Beyond the temple, a monstrous classical white marble tower spiraled into the sky, its peak shrouded in mist.
To the north, Arealius saw a sprawling complex of buildings, all constructed from the same white plaster. These were the homes of the junior warriors, artisans, tradesmen, junior scribes, and members of the low castes, as well as markets and light industry. At the top of the hill, the Ubar's palace and associated offices stood proudly, a symbol of the city's power and prosperity.
The sheer scale and beauty of Port Olni took Arealius' breath away. He felt as though he had stumbled into a dream world, one that was both familiar and yet utterly alien. Juicy, sensing his wonder, leaned in close, her voice barely above a whisper. "Master, this city is truly magnificent. I'm so glad we're here together."
The passage of time has a way of reshaping the world, and forty-five Gorean years can bring about profound changes. The Salarian Confederation, once a beacon of power and prosperity, has crumbled, taking with it the cities that once thrived under its banner. Port Olni, Vonda, Lara - all once proud members of the Confederation, now relics of a bygone era.
The collapse of the Confederation seems like a tale of myth and legend, a story told around campfires and in hushed whispers. Some say it was a single night that brought about the downfall, a night of chaos and destruction that shook the very foundations of the cities. Whatever the truth may be, the consequences are clear: the Confederation is no more, and the cities that once flourished under its rule are now shadows of their former selves.
As for Arealius and Juicy, their story ended sadly as many Gorean stories do.
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