Description

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The largest of the districts in the Residential Quarter, the Native district truly gives a feel for the history of the city, perhaps more than any other district in the city. All of the good times and the bad are etched into the walls here, and every street corner has a story of two lovers meeting, a murder, or an adventurous duo fighting the odds. In the city-state known as the City of 1000 Tales, it is not hard to believe that most of them happened here. The roads of the district are old and pock-marked, showing signs of centuries of steady and unending repair as the years went on and on. In an ever changing and almost fleeting world as the sand dunes shift there is an odd permanence that has settled into the stones of the Native District. It has always been here, and it will always be here. There is a street where Mekhem himself sat and stared at the distance. There is a charred wall that survived the fury of a fire six centuries ago, and continues to stand. The Ages of the world seem to mix together here, in a place where heroes and villains of all the ages seem to exist together on the walls.

The Native District itself is mostly build of stones quarried long ago. Buildings tend to be rather simple and not extravagant, but the people who live here seem by far to prefer that. Temples dot the landscape, the great majority of which are dedicated to Lady Sun, though many are sadly in disrepair and disarray. Great carved murals of times past have been carved into some walls, while sand pummeled paintings continue to grace the walls of many houses. Many of the streets are narrow, leading those who are unfamiliar with the streets to feel boxed in, and as though the houses are about to collapse on them at any time. While some of the houses can afford a yard and wall, many of the houses are packed in closely to one another, as is rather common in a city where space is at a premium. An interesting fact about much of the architecture is that while new buildings are usually going up somewhere in the district, very little of it uses new materials. The people of this district are very proud of the ancient state of their home, and always try to reuse stones from old buildings that have been taken down whenever they are able. Some rumors even say that several daring citizens, back in the early age of the city, took some of the first stones that built their homes not from the nearby quarries, but from the ruins of Qaharaba, and that is where the ancient feeling has grown from.