Y Chelmachwie

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I was skeptical about posting this story at first but I realized that this story is probably the most important story for it is the first chapter of the Abredallacht and sets the basis for every other story I have written. I might possibly be including chapter two the Aiyehetian to tell how the elves fell from the stars and of the ordering of Tallenon and such things as that but I haven't decided, basically this occurs right about 83 years eft Korbash the Dark God is dethroned in Isenbor, after the evil gods or his children known as the Vaiyar are slain and Gorgoruch and Bawfuin and their kin banished from Isenbor whence they come to Thorelen and set up their rule, oppressing every creature that in that realm dwells.So begins the Chélmachwié years after the children of Aman Cumo and the angels (Azerai) come to Abred to escape the fall of Alloth.

Submitted: October 19, 2007

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Submitted: October 19, 2007

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Beidwn’s Incentive

It is said that for three days did shadows dwell in Abred, great palls upon the earth and that Eye, Goddess of the Moon stayed her isle ‘neath the pinnacle of Heaven casting the world in eternal night, for the golden isle of Niessa circled not the boundaries of the earth nor did Elumenon, God of the sun scale the eastern skies for a council of grand incentive befell the holy ones. Thus the only glitter of light upon the world exuded forth from the distant west, from the holy lands, limning the sky a crimson hue, everlasting dusk and for those three days did the denizens of Edda the land at the heart of the world have visions of divinity that would domicile their dreams for ages to come. Moreover it is said that Kbash, the swarthy, the son of Aman Cumo whose sire wrested the light from the void of Oll still roved the realm of Edda seeking the jewels he lost to the gods in days of yore. Now in his exile, he sought them for many years in vain. Yet anon in the darkness of the perennial night the king of Isenbor sought and sought and the slight of Oroden king of Heaven was laid upon him not, there were no fallacies to daunt him, and he found the first of four in the realm of Vunhalkrr. but there Oroden from heaven through the power of the Orphedwd learned of his brother’s findings and he smote him by lightning upon the Kazarac Mountains and grounded his power. So the Dark Lord gelded in bonds of debility came thus unto the erg of Dan-Lhalgremb and there made sojourn in the tutelage of the dragons of darkness.

Of the Children of Aman herein shall be made known of those accounts divulged in the sacred text, Y Charchtion of the office and the power of each. For Oroden of exalted name in his boundless sagacity brought forth through the essence of his thought alone Great Spirits, the powers of the world to oppose and be the light, potent to shine thro’ the shadow of Kbash and the accursed race of the Vaiyar and they were called by the elves the Avar, or They Who Come Forth. Of Oroden he is king most high, the lord of aught his eyes all-knowing survey, master of the mind, God most supreme, whose siege is set amidst the clouds of Belecthion in the house of Iailolond blessed and foremost. And of Kavara youngest in kindred of the Children of Aman her light doth caress the world and joins together all the faculties of Nature from the stars of the firmament to the swells of the sea and the bounty of the earth all things are tenure of she and she is ubiquitous and veiled all at once, within and without, ineffable and alone. Her essence was weaved into the fabric of the world long before its natal had yet begun and one might perceive of her in the wind, and in the water, fire, and in the earth for soothly all things are but the workings of Kavara and indeed she is all things. Now Kbash is the lord of sin, swarthy his grin bears malice and in his eyes there glows a fell light. He is the deceiver, the liar, the treacherous, and the accursed, whose pride gave him to challenge the throne of Aman Cumo a claim which he failed utterly.

Pertaining to the Avar and the Vaiyar one must have knowledge for if Abred was of them shorn then the world in no way would be as it is, either good or bad. The Avar are the powers of Abred and their antitheses are the Vaiyar or the Beings of The Umbra. The Avar are supreme among all the creations of the world and are Great Spirits of Power unbound who wreathed themselves in flesh and donned the semblances of beauty for all the creations of the Gods were made in the image of they themselves and their designs are little known to the world. Yet every action that they the Gods impose upon Abred are governed and directed by Oroden alone. Indeed Oroden brought forth the Gods Kavara the Goddesses at need to avail the King of Heaven in the ordering of all that is yet the Vaiyar were born of the spiteful hatred of Kbash, Lord of Sin. Six were the wars that during the Primal Era the Avar waged against the Vaiyar, thrice they were defeated and thrice were they triumphant yet in the end the Vaiyar were slain and bereaved of flesh and so they came to dwell as dark shadows roving invisibly through the world plaguing the land with the dread horror of their shades. Thus Kbash the father of them cast in chains and divested of his power was banished to wander Edda for all eternity until that fated day when he would come before the throne of Oroden for the judgment that alone was his.

Concerning the reason for this great quietus and the night that seemed to the whole of the world perpetual herein the account is as follows. Once in days of yore thither was sown in Alloth, the Kingdom of Heaven by the hand of Aman a mighty tree, Onyalossa called and that name means the Glory of Heaven. From the first it stood in divine bearing with limbs and leaves of golden hue and the Azerai in great numbers would throng about its bole and bow before it seized in awe’. and ‘twas sustained by the light of Vhalea and by the prayers that the Azerai bequeathed it. Lo and it endured the many years that had come to pass at the will of Aman. Yet even Izakiel who loved the tree most of all his kindred weened that it would not long endure the decadence of time and he foretold its downfall yet a thousand years eft its natal. For Kbash and Usut led a revolt against Aman for the shame the creator had besmeared upon his name and for Azdanii Aman was slain and the sacred tree cast down and all this was the will of Aman Cumo to try the loyalty of the Dark Lord and the Dark Lord paid him no deference. But Oroden spared four of its sacred seeds yielding forth silvery light and among Kavara and a great following of the Azerai did descend unto Abred. Thrice Izakiel highest of the angels struck Azdanii with Ela, divinely wrought, thrice he marred him casting his blood across the ethereal plains. At length the Azera felled his foe and smote his ruins o’er the boundless space yet when he sought to return to heaven he found that Aman had removed Alloth from Oll and he could not see the gates; he was left to the world of Abred. Thus did he descend to Niessa and gave unto Oroden Ela, then in his sorrow setting forth beyond the north was heard of nevermore … So was the Great Descent and the seeds of Onyalossa were held in the house of Iailolondpending for the time of the second sowing. Thus anon 4,953 years after the descent of the Gods to Abred and eft much toil in wars, and the history of the Primal Era the time of the second sowing had come at last.

For many months unceasing the Oiala Ivieron strove in the shipyards of Gelisol and he was unwearied in his toil though through much strife he tholed. He crafted a vessel of the sea wrought of Niessa gold and silvery laced and from the hour of its natal was it destined to outstrip every ship extant or fated to be. Of him is it told that he was the greatest of all shipwrights a servant of Tuas, Lord of the Sea and a friend of Oroden King of Heaven. And he was second eldest of his race, wisest of his kindred, and he knew well the counsels of his lord for in him alone would the sea god divulge all the workings of the father on high. Furthermore it is said that none not even the Avar knew the incentive behind the strife of Ivieron though they inquired yet he spake naught, and so they in oblivion dwelt till in the fullness of time when the leaguer of his mind would be cast ajar then the secret would promptly be made known, so were they afraid. Not even to Beidwn most innocent of all the gods would he confide yet still she would every day at dawn sit and watch in wonder as the great ship was steadily yielded and she knew in her heart that her destiny was tied into that which soon would be though she knew not exactly that which impended. But he brought forth the great ship and duly cleped it Aecmn “The Ship of Gold” so wondrous a wonder as thus!

Then and at that time all the Gods and their glorious cohorts amassed in the illustrious city of Centan of gold made roofs and silvery walls. And there in the heart of that place rose in yore the great tower of the Land of The Gods, Tol-Meliam upon which once sat the light of Vhalea now in that time was starkly bare. Of Oloma lord of wind and rain he is king of that realm the ruler of Niessa sovereign and alone and his queen Rhta the deaf goddess of song sits by his side aloof from the world for her sorrow is great. His herald is Orilme eldest of the Oialar whom none contest in the art of endurance save Casseper with whom he oft held swift marathons. Orilme’s was the horn Immos that daily beckons the deities unto Centan to join in the rites and revelry of their race, and his word Oloma oft heard beyond all else. Of Thagrost and Nta they are dear to the heart of Oloma and aid him in his power o’er the elements of Abred and the seasons come and go at Oloma’s behest yet it is Nta who gapes the doors of Meneth-Ivryn and Thagrost who sends the showers in the spring. Now Rhdim served Rhta and she is the Oiala of blessed lilt whose cantillations have the power to bestow song and eloquence. And it is said that she often would venture unto the fields of Threstamar whither the wind spirits servants of Gwaihal dwell and Ivya is there their queen whose music in aforetime Rhdim to was wont to dance and when she passed them by the flowers of Dorel would wake to see her. Verily the brother of Oloma is Ossra, Lord of Flame who dwells in the ridges of Idquillom in the house of Cembar, Abode of The Ember. There he lives in solitude an eremite devoted to Aman and he is the high priest of the Avar who leads the rites in praise of the Children of Aman and Cumo. His only companionship is given through his wife Naular who in the summer months comes to sojourn with him in his abode. Yet his greatest amity is between he and Lasgon his herald and cupbearer with eyes that flicker as does fire upon a candle wick. Of that Oiala it is said that he was wont to frolic among the stars and ‘twas his counsel that urged Kavara in the ordering of the heavenly constellations. Of Naular wife of Ossra she is the Goddess of Peace and Health, the placid and the most timid of the Gods who resides with her companion Rhta in Tethras amidst the gold of that house, ever shunning the arts of her spouse and her son. From her does all healing arise and it is to her that those afflicted by Vua pray for release and she is served by Nchaitthe physician of the Gods. In Thanged dwells Vchor, The God of War most valiant of all the Avar whose attention is given foremost to the ideas of war and battle and ‘twas his counsel that oft urged the Gods into war against the Vaiyar. He is served staunchly by Tenchas his herald renowned, a war-lord like his God and the brother of Schuor the captain in arms of Niessa. Of Schuor it is said that at the onset of the War for Fire eldest of all wars that he alerted the Gods of the Vaiyar approaching and thus spared Niessa from its destruction and so was he given honor as second highest of the Oialar and rich praises laced in gold are his. And Casseper was the lord of sleep, the weaver of dreams Nanengwir who dwelt among the soporific willows of Culian’s wide vale at the shores of Nannen lone mere of Niessa and most blessed in all Abred whose sands of her diamonds and crystals fair. Thither mists reside and it is said that all those to wander unto his abode have overcome yielded unto rest and like thunder are hurled upon the earth. There dwells Cereionnhis spouse beloved risen by his own thought alone in the mortal lands of Edda and she is the Lady of Night, and Goddess of stars of witchcraft and the baying of hounds. In her it is said that Gilvriel oft would confide and she was wont to fare unto Ealond offering solace and peace to the souls that in that place reside. Now Dengli served his lord with the utmost reverence the God of Repose and he was the brewer of draughts of sleep whose spell can to lay in the afflicting bonds of sweet repose the godly realm and to him the poppy is most sacred. And Iyntbeloved by Cereionnthere dwells in the mists where the nightingale sung its heavy song and she is wont to sing in songspell about the vale of Culian. Of Tinor his home sits in the northern snows of Idquillom where all his smith craft is wrought upon the forge where the divine fires of Ossra are flamed and it is cleped the house of Dwergn. Somber is the tale of the fate of the God of The Earth for he was ensnared by the sway of Kbash and through his power as an Avar god brought forth four powerful jewels bestowing them to the lord of sin. in those jewels Kbash invested all his malice and covetous longing for to rule Abred and they availed him in his ways that nigh overthrew the Gods. For this was he branded a malefactor and the servants of Tinor were banished to Edda and the God chained by his wrists to a pinnacle of Heaven for one thousand years, eft that sentence was he condemned unto confinement within his own abode. Yet ’twas for the consequence of the council that gave leave to the divine smith to come unto Centan which he did so racked with dire remorse and ignominy.

Now there were those Gods dwelling beyond the bounds of Niessa in the utmost west among the silver leas of Chcalath, Sacred and Divine. Thither the great hunt is to be witnessed riding among the hills of Vyar, or thro’ Illaia Valley, in the depths of the woods of Vanwa whither the house of Thatr stands in glory divine. Of its divine inhabitants most renowned is ufin lord of the Hunt, Master of The Wild, The God of Beasts and Lord whose bow Rego ever hits its mark. He is the lover of Eye, Goddess of The Moon and the father of Casseper by the very same Azera. Oft would he sing to the moon on the nights of her light uncheated in Thorel when still he dwelt in the realms of Arvedai. Ceilubrant, Maibron and Ieist serve him and are master huntsmen of the wild. Of Ceilubrant he is a horse whisperer whose art caught among the mares of Edda Nympallorth and bestowed her to ufin as a show of his loyalty. And Ieist is keen of senses who knows all the depths of every land and is wont to hunt the wild things and it is said that where he fares the animals in fear of him flee. Too there dwells Vdha lady of the Earth and Eldest of the Avarin Queens. At her will and for the grace of Elumenon did Beidwn spring forth from the Earth, The Goddess of Youth the flower of the world, the virgin most high. To Vdha throngs Tianach, The Verdant Goddess of Spring of whom it is said that at what time she stands in the light of the moon within the glades of Vanwa that the flowers dance and know her name and the animals come and by her find providence for she is highest of the Nymphs and mistress of nature. To her are most sacred the dove and hers are called Dilifwyn and Ghelati the epitomes of love for they are indivisible and should be parted from tother then they will not rest, nor eat, nor frolic, naught till again they are together.

Lo and afore the ports of Ealond bears in vigilance the great serpent Arclmos of whom it is told that none could slay him of neither mortal nor immortal kind, mundane nor ethereal for such was the will of Oroden, son of Aman and so it was. Daily he derides the giant Lamanja whose pride gave him to challenge the drake divine a endeavor which he failed utterly and so he lives in shame for all his days chained to a rock of Meneth-Ambrechad. Of the gods that dwell there in The Land of The Dead for their sake and the sake of veracity let it be known that once they were of the race of the Vaiyar, Beings of the Umbra brought forth at the will of Kbash to be the bane of the Gods and they were youngest of their kindred Urwe and Gilvriel named. Yet ‘twas for the sagacity of Gilvriel that she forsook the dark lord and ‘twas her words that cajoled the heart of Urwe from darkness so earned he the name of Aragoth, The Wise Secret. Wellaway Aragoth though benignant he was would without admonition convert betwixt the light and the dark between Aragoth and Urwe, yet in the end it was ever Urwe who ultimately overcame and so the god in that form hones the powers of shadow that for his sway are the denizens of Edda afflicted by mortality. Gilvriel is the Goddess of fate the weaver of the tapestry of Kavara, y Hwathlih a portion of which she bestowed upon Casseper, The Lord of Dreams. Eluguar serves her the reaper of souls in the halls of Valad happy home and it is he who ferries the dead o’er Bawolcon in wraithlike ships beyond Inun. Yet Urwe does not dwell in the paradise of Gilvriel but he lives beyond the walls of Meneth-Ambrechad in Voldung the house of Mortuvold whither those who die in suffering pass o’er the main into the west and they dwell in mourning and in dewy damps for all their days bemoaning their ill wanion. anta is their guide that grisly goddess and her flesh is torn and mauled, her eyes sewn taut and from her mouth comes drool like venom biting and acidic.

Of the court of the sea it is told that they dwell beneath the foam-billows of Bawolcon in the house of Taurllen whose roof of nimbil was made and around whose walls grew glaus tall and green. There Tuas Orotes God of the Sea has his siege of rich ivory wrought around which throngs his court of Ovar and those Oialar who served him in the deep. There Tuimo the herald of his lord stands to the right of his gleaming throne and he is wed to Lnna Lady of Lust and is a close companion of Htr with whom his love bore potent and unyielding. And Htr he is the puissant god who calms the seas lord of the Halcyon days to whom seafarers pray for trails bereft of woe. Beyond the aforementioned is Ivieron the Shipwright who dwells not in the main but at the harbor of Niessa crafting great ships for the gods to sail as is their delight. Of the queen of that place she is Migen the Goddess of Love and her maidens Rienna and Lnna serve her keenly adorning her in pearls and decking her with lovely fragrance of flowers and such things as to please the heart. Then Trhan and Laurellthe swans ever drift to and fro upon the billows singing of the glory of Migen and of the sea and their song is said to have lulled seafarers to their deaths pining in desire for its glorious lilt. Too there Thesto the childless king of the Ovar makes his abode in the city of Florglaus blest with riches. So is the entourage of the sea and the all the Gods of Abred.

Thus the heartland city was filled with the gods yet the edifices were abandoned and the streets bare, for all they gathered in the city’s central court where the light of them was brightest and seemed as the sun upon the earth. So bright was the aura of the gods that many might say that it was their light seen afar for in Niessa they seldom if ever don the flesh of mortal beings but are as naked flames scintillating, pure, unadulterated light. Nine times the great eagles of the wind encircled the island of Niessa, lord Bennethra, highest of them, Curgwair of the eastern breeze, Echving, of the western squalls, but Baurognir the northern gale came not for he no longer served Oloma, but in lieu gave his allegiance unto Kbash and so was forsaken from the grace of Oroden. Then on the highest spire of Tol-Meliam, Thagrost and Nta kept surveillance, watching the skies with godly sight and so potent was their vision that they could see yet unto the ends of the world to the gates of dawn beyond the east whither from Elumenon would rise to the very depths of the sea and all the stars of heaven were in their eyes. At length they saw and had sight and Nta cried, “The harbinger approaches! He comes among us! Hail and make way for the servant of the father!”

Ultho the herald of Belecthion flew amain swift and nimble as a dove from the dull dark heavens and he seemed in his bearing more to glide then to fly o’er the earth alow the starry plains. Thus he alighted nigh towards the banks of the river Silm and wreathed himself in the form of a youth scintillating, donned in full panoply and whenas his feet touched the sod a brilliant light there shone forth and the earth beneath him laughed for joy. He was fairest of the Azerai to look upon and in his eyes there glowed a divine light that mellowed even the most dour of hearts. His hair white and feathery as clouds fell down past his kirtle gleaming bright with silver light. His voice was akin to divine song mellifluous with a heavenly tone ethereal-like, compassionate and scathing all at once, utter perfection. His words the Avar held in high esteem with the utmost respect and reverence for they knew scarce is it that the denizens of heaven forsake their celestial abodes and descend upon the earth. Forth the angelic being held his right-hand and in the clutch of it there rested three seeds of golden hue all embraced in an aura of docile silver light, he spoke “Who among ye holy gods shall take the task that Oroden most high has set for ye and will journey to Edda and sow these blessed seeds?”

But there was none who would speak nor take the task as their own burden not yet Vchor nor his valiant men and a sepulchral silence fell. Ultho frowned he urged them on and spake “What say you! Is there not any among ye blessed gods who would bare the burden to sow the seeds that from Alloth came?”

Then Beidwn the virgin goddess of everlasting youth came forth and she proclaimed that Aman had set within her an ardor for the task at hand that could not be allayed lest she realized the charge and she begged leave to be made the mistress of the sacred seeds. And Ultho beamed beneath his starry brow and the gods were aghast taken back for such a pure and chaste goddess would venture into so dark a realm but Aman had willed it so and thus it was. Therefore Beidwn made ready herself to set forth from the holy lands evermore and she returned to the gardens of Guillh and there in Aelimlondrested her haunches upon the eiderdown of her pillow decked divan. She sighed, “Lost am I from this land for though I go willingly I shall be lost for how else might one of Niessa be gone from the holy lands?” she rested her hands upon the davenport gazing through the encasement into the gardens of twilight and in the distance there shone a faint light from Idquillom the house of Naunarion so bright its glow and yet so far. The Ava culled little of her possessions for she needed little in the land where she would yede and she summoned to her Rienna and Lnna and spake “My friends!” She exclaimed “Morose is the path which now I take and strays far from the path of the gods! Would you follow me, my friends, servants of Migen? Would you follow your queen to the lands beyond the veil!” and they were afraid and Lnna came forward, a tear in her eye, “True is it that we love you Beidwn, yet we can not follow you to the lands afar though you would go there here we must stay!” and Beidwn understood.

Now the goddess of youth thus came unto Centan and she held forth her hands and spake before the assembly so gathered, “Who among ye gods would follow me beyond the veil for methinks that I canst not assume this task alone!” and there was a murmur among them. Yet then came forward Tianach and she spake “I would follow thee my lady! For it is the will of Cumo that I do so and I am to obey the creator of all” there was a silence whence Beidwn urged again, then Rhdim came forth and Cereionnas well “We shall follow thee as well my lady!” And the goddesses of the fellowship thronged together. Now Oloma came forward and he said “May each of the gods bequeath unto the goddess of youth what they might to avail her in the Mortal Lands of Edda!”

And ufin came forth grasping taut upon the bridle of a gleaming white horse whose eyes were of a dazzling white hue and a golden mane draped down his back “Here!” He exclaimed, “take my horse Brhoialar, son of Nympallorth and he shall be an unwearied mount to guide thee thro’ the Mortal Lands!” and Beidwn bowed and took the reins of her novel steed caressing, his silky golden mane. Each of the gods thereupon gave Beidwn aught that they weened might do to avail her in her quest, Rhta the canotha Calchaupi, Vdha a bounty of the ripest fruits in all the world, Oloma a sigil to guard against all bane, Casseper a satchel that bore the sands of Nannen. And Migen bequeathed her the divine mirror Quelebdauph a blinding tool, Tinor the Sethra to grace her neck. Schuor bequeathed her valiance but Rienna and Lnna in shame kept distant from her. Now Tuas came forth and he spake “To thee Beidwn I shall grant a marvelous ship to guide thee o’er the main at a pace swiftest on earth to be!” and he gave her Aecmn.

Then they the Goddesses of The Sowing went about faring the realms of Niessa most blessed and holy whence they spake of the divine charge to all those beings that thither dwell in the Land of The Gods. From Centan they came to Threstamar, The Whispering Valley and looked on the faces of the sylphs Elaiar of the wind and the spirits there wert awed by the presence of Beidwn for seldom did she the Avie issue forth from Guillh to their abode. Thus when Beidwn brought tidings of the sowing to the ears of all those so attended they were moved to passion and all wert raring to go forth unto Edda even more was Gwaihal and Ivya they who ever loved Rhdim and could not give her to fare alone and they would come. Then and at the wise counsel of their king was Ivaurfl his daughter the princess made high queen of the sylphs in Niessa for he knew that they that would to venture forth to the Mortal Lands would not come again to the shores of Gelisol for Edda would have them, there they would be bound.

Then the Fellowship of The Sowing now far greater in number advanced westward bound o’er Meneth-Ivryn and peered but for a trice on the house of Tethras. Yet they came not near to its golden abode choosing rather the cleft of Claes-Silmren as their way and they fared through its narrow pass where diamond dust lingers in the driving wind pending for vent so that when they came forth into Culian they glittered like ice. Then the river Gimln they forded bright with silvery stones a wondrous flow and crossed now into Egov, The Majestic Lea. There they happened upon Mhaiglor, The Golden Stag in the midst of his divine feast, grazing on the hassocks of that field. And Beidwn called to him her stag holding his kindly head in the embrace of her sweet arms and she whispered to him gently “Would you come?” and Mhaiglor spoke into her mind “I would”.

It is further said that then Beidwn and her cohorts came so far as the house of Dwergn and there the counsel of Osinganor and that of Ora bade the king and queen of the Fire Spirits unto Edda thus they enlisted in the fellowship and the fellowship was complete. Then and at the time did they return unto Centan in the light of the Gods and a great festival honoring the valiance of the Fellowship and its gallant members was held. At the behest of Cereionnnight fell on Niessa and the gods reveled in the brilliance of firelight.

And the Goddesses danced and sang with heavenly grace and the Gods conversed ardently with their hearts, all the more so sorrow pained Rhta queen of Niessa joined in the revelry then ‘twas only Beidwn who held aloof and refused the gaiety of the event for verily unease ravished her mind and she was afraid. This Elumenon saw and he could wit of her anguish yet from his great distance. On a breeze warm like to sunrays susurrated a voice kindly in its bearing it spoke the name of Beidwn and the Goddess gazed into the west towards Idquillom and beheld a twinkle as of star from the house of Naunarion. Therefore she alone swathed in dark raiment fared beyond the walls of Centan to Pnach-Alardael and stood at the feet of Gorod-en-Aunor. Thus she scaled its dicey shoulders and came afore the house of Naunarion abode of the Sun God. There waited Vroliant and Vingliant the stars of dawn and dusk wielding torches of mullein fueled and they bid the Goddess into the halls of their father and lord haling her o’er the threshold of aeneous hue and she stood within the vestibule neath yawning cupola betwixt golden walls. Then Easscame down from the garret bearing a cup of golden Nectar the delight of the Gods that he set in the clutch of Beidwn. This the goddess quaffed eagerly then when its bowl was clean she stood in waiting ever yearning. Anon Elumenon came to grace those halls with his attendance and he wielded a great sword sheathed in its scabbard his long golden locks glowing ethereal his skin of gold divinely wrought for he was an Azera who from Alloth came. And he approached the goddess whelmed in awe and said to her his voice like to song “Hear me Beidwn for I know thy anguish and thy pain most dire! This task is thine and thine alone and you must go forth and rid the Mortal Lands from the blackness of Kbash. But we are one thus that which befalls thee shall afflict me and conversely so I give thee one tool to avail thee in thy ways for I alone of all the gods have as of yet not been in bequest. Here take Ela my sword eldest of all swords in the universe crafted in heaven by the hand of Izakiel king of the Azerai. Take this and may it avail thee in thine ways!” then he unsheathed that blade drawing on it so that a light so intense filled the halls that for a moment it seemed in the night of Niessa to be day. Then Beidwn took the blade into her hands trembling and blinded by its light she sheathed it warily into its own scabbard and set it in Easss divine hold. Then the virgin embraced Elumenon in her arms and said “Thank you my lord” whereat they conversed and made merriment till by the noon of night then Beidwn bid Naunarion farewell taking up Ela and she returned to Centan with glowing eyes.

And in her going the divine doves Dilifwyn and Ghelati servants of Tianach bore with her flitting shy above the shadow of her head. Thence she came to Centan yet ‘twas not as before for a sepulchral silence brooded and the gods were no longer merry yet they donned in atrous raiment stood somber before the gates of the illustrious city, brimming with tears in their eyes. Then Tianach came forward and she spake “The time is come we are to part!” Therefore the fellowship led a raide from Centan to Gelisol and the all the Gods trailed them as cohorts to their valiance baring torches to flame the night in fire. Eftsoons they came to the shores of Niessa to whither Aecmn was moored and there Ivieron waited in the pride of his toil. “Behold!” he pronounced “The Ship of The Gods” and the goddesses of the Fellowship came forth cavorting like doves nimble upon the earth and where their feet danced upon the sod golden flowers sprung forth from the earth. Then all those who would go went aboard climbing that vessel’s golden sides and came on board to divine grace.

And Beidwn stood upon Aecmn’s deck abaft and alee looking on the land that now she forsook whereout came a great shadow that sought to lay upon her bosom and beset her with such sorrow that her eyes brimmed and she sobbed into her palms. Then Tianach accosted the goddess caressing her shoulder slightly but Beidwn shied away. Tianach spake “’Tis belike that we yede to our deaths and would that I might give this burden unto another I would. Wellaway Aman has set within us a yearning for the task imminent and we canst not fub the charge lest it be realized!”

Thus Beidwn bowed her head assent and soothly ‘twas then that the light of them failed and the fellowship of the sowing bore in likeness unto mortals, mortals in the holy lands. And a great sorrow then cast it shadow o’er Niessa as the gods bade her good partings. Lo ufin upon the quay unloosed the ropes from their bollards and the ship parted o’er Inun the darksome sea. Yet as it sailed avaunt from the holy lands there then in his mind appeared a vision and he gazed upon their ship aghast and sighed “They are doomed!” They passed beyond the gates of Twilight beyond Inun and were seen by their eyes nevermore.

The Curse of Gorgoruch

Three days they sailed to sea o’er Bawolcon, The Barrier Ocean and the waters at the base of the ship were limned of gold and silver bright and gilt came the foam as Aecmn’s stern rived the waters asunder. Then when the gates of twilight faded from sight at that time the island of Niessa set to revolve around the world so that at length and beyond the east Ealrose once more baring Elumenon returning unto the heavens and the day was again. Thus by high noon had Laurelland Trhan the swans appeared before the divine vessel and joyous sung with heavenly voices praising the sea and Migen that all those of the fellowship harkened and were awed at the beauty of their song. And the Elaiar would fill the masts with wind directing their ship on a guided course, and Beidwn would sew and her maidens frolic and Dilifwyn and Ghelati made roost in the crow’s nest whither they slumbered till Aecmn in Edda moored. And of Mhaiglor and Brhoialar is it said that during that time they grazed on fodder and nothing more. And the light of sun and moon shone upon them brightest of brilliant uncheated light by night and day and as are the mores of the gods they spent encomium to Elumenon’s name and to Eal to Eye and to Vinairthe raven of black feathered wings. Neither did Glash nor his dire serpents burden them the Gods in their ways and no storm afflicted the faring of their vessel for such was the will of Tuas and none dared to defy his might. By the third day of their questing Dhuru greatest of all ravens in size and might from the Shadow Isle from Emon-Ebrodbar, The Island of The Realm of Black Night came swift of wings and he made council with Beidwn in her lodgings that he was bade at Kavara’s behest to guide them unto the shores of Gweidel. Eftsoons the silhouette of Edda appeared before them the land of Thorel and the gods sailed swiftly in their ship and with each day the horizon realized itself more defined. Anon six days eft their departure did they drift into the gulf of Amaethon and sailing swiftly by evening of the seventh day had come at length to the shores of Gweidel and the realm of Thorel sprawled before them, they had arrived to the Mortal Lands. Alas the shadow was great dissimilar from the radiance of Niessa for the sun in Edda shone with failing light. And Edda is partitioned into four great realms two of which it is said were held by thralls of Kbash, Thorel by Gorgoruch and Vamgalaxe The Giant Home by Skieljok. Of the tother twain they thus have not been cast beneath the shadow of evil and they are cleped Adar to the south of Thorel and the gulf Amaethon and Edeth Thar which lies due south of Vamgalaxe in the east. Betwixt Adar and Edeth Thar dips the great sea of Anath dark and brooding. Lastly to the north of Thorel lies the realm of Isenbor, The Remote North the coldest of all realms in all Abred and thither Kbash makes his abode amid hellfire in the wake of the ridges of Baurlom.

Thus they came and Aecmn they tethered to a great and ponderous stone whose form held likeness to a mountain, jagged risen and of gold were their bollards wrought and silvery their ropes, ivory entwined. Of the mooring of the divine vessel that was of itself an unwieldy burden for it flouted the will of the goddesses and strained to be away that Edda it had forsaken from when it first perceived of the shadow of death that obtenebrated the land in darkness and would not to thole the agony of Thorel nor share in the pain of its dire anguish forthcoming. Still they managed in their ways that ‘twas by high noon and when Aecmn was fastened taut and could not embark but sat as a light upon the sea, golden by day, argent by night then the fellowship looked towards Dan-Cassen and the mortality of that realm crept upon them, the icy fingers of Urwe god of death perverting their minds so that they doubted Cumo. Yet apart Beidwn remained and unmarred for she renounced the shadow within its own abode and stood audacious upon the Mortal Lands whither The Dark Lord ruled and was sovereign. And the night strove to spoil her holiness yet it did so in vain for it could not sully the purity of her immortal soul, therefore youth looked on her companions with loving eyes they who shuddered in doubt of Aman and she spake melodious and ethereal “Shall we fare?”

Now Brhoialar the three Oialar mounted and Gwaihal, Ivya, Ora, and Osinganor the golden hind, yet Beidwn fared on unshod feet that whither she tread flowers sprung up young and verdant, laced in dew. Then they bid to Elumenon farewell and crossing the Land of Great Silence by the gloaming had come to the feet of the Meneth-Beiduth so called for in those mountains where Beidwn strode her tender feet roses grew the fairest in all Abred and so those ridges donned a visage of rosy hue from whence they derive their name. and Brhoialar with his hooves rived a great cleft in those mountains called The Rainbow Cleft for thither the rainbow in Edda first came forth a the will of Beidwn and Olistir as it behooved her so, Claes-Glawr it was called by the Tawar of later time and so sacred that none thereafter would dare cross its passage. Yet as they roved beyond Meneth-Beiduth and stood within the land that laid afar the absence of the divine presence was so overwhelming that Beidwn could not bare it even in her great power as an Avie Goddess still its sway laid heavy upon her and she to her knees came and the fellowship was felled in sorrow, in dewy damps they mourned. It was said that so many tears were shed that day that the land thereafter came to be known as Dan-Hinnoebh, The Land of Unnumbered Tears and ‘twas a realm of great sorrow were Geinya resided for a time and there she weaved in damps of sorrow dark webs as though a spider had them spun and they became the sources of all sorrow to afflict Thorel thenceforth. Yet then a new power entered into the heart of Beidwn and she was filled with such a passion unquenchable gazing into the west and the Goddess declared in a voice dark and profound “Gorgoruch thou vile thrall of Kbash the pain of this world shall this day end!”

Then the fellowship seething in livid rage for the malice of the serpent king crossed now from cheerless night; Dan-Hinnoebh into the swampy moors of Scathuacht at the fore of Aollom that rose sheer from the barren earth, behind which lied the horrors of the valley of Bregloeth. In Scathuacht the many fens of fetid fumes and perilous mire were set and defiled by Ashazgu, Vaiya God of wastelands and deserts, these they crossed and whither tread Beidwn’s unshod feet a path of fragrant blossoms bloomed called the Laurraedh, The Flower Road. There and there alone in all of Edda the Tlf blossom grew yet should its flower be harvested by mortal hand then that bloom will wilt and die for it doth rebuff to thole the sorrow of a mortal abode. From that place they came into the realm of Feloghe-Cruagh, The Perilous Slopes that lied betwixt the mountains of Meneth-Eremb, Mountains of Sin due north and the realm of Tharb to the south and when the pace of the Avie stepped beyond the boundaries of the moors then the Laurraedh failed and whither she tread in that land flowers grew to no further extent. For so long as a single passing of the sun would bestow did they come thereupon into the realm of Tharb a horrid waste whither many stark hills bearing dank covert dens rose and in those caves dwelt the tosks of Isenbor, they who fled Hell when Kbash was dethroned by the Avar yet Gorgoruch would not give them leave nor passage into Dathg so thither they dwelt most potent of all their kind in shadow and in earth. And they espied the Goddess as she walked within their land perceiving of her divinity though impious they were yet for their impiety did they fear her not nor could they comprehend the ruin that for them would from her arise. Verily their sovereign lord was Bawfuin, He Who Deals Death the wielder of Marthua his great scimitar of agonizing demise and his son was Grog, The Spider Prince who dwelt not in Tharb but in the realm of Dan-Gldeb far north of where they paced. Thus when her step drew nigh to the cave of Bawfang the lair of The Spider King then the hilt of Marthua emerged from within and struck her ankle a dire blow that it ruptured and Beidwn sent forth a horrid scream and came hurled to her knees in the dire anguish of her broken bone. Then Osinganor set flame to Bawfang lighting it with flickering light, that Bawfuin came forth for he dread fire. He looked on the gods but knew them not and spake “Come my children come and feast on living flesh!” lo the hills stirred alive and the blackness of the tosks issued forth form their bloody dens. They surrounded the fellowship hemming them into a taut formation that they the Gods could not escape and from the tosks there arose great hissings and cries from hunger pangs as they readied themselves for the promising feast. Bawfuin going up to Beidwn mounted Marthua at the ready yet then Tianach fearless unwearied yeded forth and with the strength of her divine hands alone wrested the blade from its master’s grasp and thrust Bawfuin potent upon the earth. Now Beidwn cast her hand tender about her fair ankle that for the magic of her touch was her bone mended and she rose up awful in the fullness of her form. Then she with pure will alone amassed the tosks in a great and binding phalanx then at her behest Osinganor set it to flame. And the cries of the tosks were abrasive in their sound absconding strident to the heavens their cries of anguish and shame. Yet Bawfuin prayed to Beidwn to be his savior and called to her at need and for this Beidwn commiserated with The Spider King and in accord with divine mores gave him and his kindred life. Not without consequence though went his crime and Beidwn gave the tosks to choices either they would go in exile into the north or death they would have and they chose exile. So was the banishment of the tosks from Tharb then the Goddess looked eastward towards the ridges of Angdruim and led the fellowship to that place where the shadows lie.

True Arnbolg perceived of them from afar as they yeded nigh yet ‘twas his daunting dread of Beidwn a fear which seldom he knew for any other being that he refused to fare near to the gates of the west, yet instead did he a craven drake cower unmanned in the shadows of Mendur and refused thus to issue forth from his dark abode. For this Mold mocked him fervently, naming his kinsman such things as craven-halt-wing, verdant knave, and timid wyvern and at his words the Black Death of Isenbor was shamed and could scarce bare to look on his brother’s face. Then Mold took wing from Dom-Caug o’er Lagath Ombra, The Continuous Plain for he would to face his foe in Tharb and by hellfire roast their living flesh, yet the counsel of Gorgoruch bade otherwise so that the dragon’s amber wings were stayed. Now naught could escape the all-pervading eye of the Serpent King and he beheld the Gods from when first their feet unshod tread the sands of Gweidel and he wot of their incentives ere the charge was made for Kbash revealed to him the designs of Oroden that he alone had knowledge so was he raring and ready. This Beidwn knew thus she waited for when they would come and stood audacious in her bearing so that the ridges of Angdruim were for her divinity awed and she called forth in challenge to the snake within “Send thine most powerful men to receive me and mine for I would come and look on thine craven face!” Therefore at Gorgoruch’s behest one thousand Nagas led by Uagdhe the herald advanced upon the western gates of Gdan, The Black Land and the doors were opened, clouds of dust came forth, and the light of the Gods filled the Hells of Dathg. The shadowy silhouette of Uagdhe emerged from within slithering heavy upon the blackened earth and he halted afore Beidwn, a fell light in his eyes; on her he looked with contempt. “Hail Beidwn Lady of Youth!” He exclaimed and Beidwn civilly bowed. “Tidings I bear from Gorgoruch to thee that he covets to behold thee in all thy splendor, our Lord, our God!”

And Beidwn bade her companions not to strain against their fetters but to willingly surrender unto Uagdhe so that they were bound in cast iron chains, the birds in iron cages and though they had all the power to sunder them they came willingly. Through Gdan they were led and the light of them seemed as brilliant as the sun upon the earth in the shadow of that land and the frigid waters of Nen-Helebgar thawed as they drew near its shores. At length then they were haled into Dan-Dhaedung whither night is eternal and their groping feet were compelled unto the ankles of Gorod-en-Dhaeduag. Then they were greeted by Gilva the Black Serpent and he spoke the will of Gorgoruch that all but Beidwn be imprisoned in Bharomarn then the Goddess was led away down a long and narrow passageway deep into the mountain and betimes they came unto the hall of Esgadon and beheld the throne of Gh where Gorgoruch sat amid the obsidian waste of his abode.

His hair was long and black filthy to look upon untended to and slimy as if the mire of many swamps was cast into his hair. His face was horrid unsightly and repulsive for he had no nose yet in lieu of that appendage were carved into his countenance twin slits through which he breathed and his features were terribly flawed and horribly disfigured. His eyes were ophidian yellow toned with a darksome glow in their light and his fangs protruded past his thin icy lips. His head was crowned in horns long and spiraling crooked and misshapen and his long nails were atrous limned. At the foot of his throne was propped a great and renowned flog Flingruir called that he had wielded ever since the days of the Green Years long passed. So is Gorgoruch the Serpent King.

“Who are you?” Beidwn pronounced and the whole of Esgadon quaked in the ire of her voice, awful and queenly, “To lay fallow and bare the vales of Thorel ‘neath the shadow of thine own accursed thought which meseems that thou hast never known joy in this life nor reveled in the light of the Gods! Impious snake not yet harot can vie with thee for I can still recall those years when ufin once strode among the verdant leas and kindly fields yet now thee the thrall of Kbash have ruined and cast in shadow! I say again who … are … you?”

And Gorgoruch gazed on the goddess with baleful eyes, his stern countenance grimacing yet then he simpered and sonorous guffawed and Beidwn was taken aback at his pride. “In these lands Beidwn, child of Earth I am God!” Gorgoruch spake and the halls of Esgad dimmed in shadow and all light failed, “Oroden has no power hither can you feel the absence of the divine presence, I wit that thou canst for I am lord of Thorel king of all mine eyes survey and I have trailed thine every pace since first you moored at Gweidel! Thy pain to me is as sustenance and I can feel thine sorrow most dire. Kbash the son of Aman bequeathed me my divinity so am I deathless without aging a god on earth and I have all the power to contain thee in my halls then perhaps my lord will receive me kindly!”

“High you speak of yourself, such undaunted pride!” Beidwn exclaimed, “Thine eyes are dimmed if you believe thyself to be a god. Do not you witness a deity when she bears in thine own abode. For I am a god of the race of the Avar eldest of all beings in this world! Deathlessness does not bequeath divinity in any mode for it is the will of Oroden that gods be gods and mortals be mortals and you are mortal whom the lord of evil took the curse of aging from! Will you relent? then perhaps Oroden will not be so caustic when the time has come for thy iniquity to be tried! And know you this folly and ignorance shall not avail you!”

And Gorgoruch eyed the goddess livid for she tried his divinity and he would not have her scathing probation in his own halls. “I shall not be tried Beidwn and I am divine as art thou and yet I owe my divinity to the most powerful of the Children of Aman thus I outstrip thee even in the faculty of thine own powers. Beidwn I shall not relent that which is rightfully mine!”

“Harken then to me Gorgoruch and hear my curse!” and she thrust her hands towards him that the serpent king was pressed hard against the seat of his throne and he could not move though he strove and the eyes of Beidwn glowed white with ethereal light, “This day the twenty first of Hiaun 4953 Gorgoruch thrall of Kbash and all thine kinsmen accursed race and all those denizens of Dathg I bereave of immortality that ye too shall know the pain of death that shall come swiftly like blows in the dark. Gorgoruch your reign has come to the least and the last it is ended!” at once the Serpent King shrunk upon his siege and it seemed to him that a great weakness was cast upon him and all the power that once was his now was gone. Then Beidwn fled from Esgadon and she came thereupon into the hill of Bharomarn and by her spell were the guards cast in sleep, and by her power were the prisons freed and all the fellowship took wing from Meneth-Dwergath to the plains of Dan-Dhaedung driving amain as the wind upon those fields. Thus they came to the northern gates of Dathg yet ere they made their escape from the hells of that realm a dark shadow loomed above them and Mold alighted afore the Dark Gates. He looked on the fellowship and guffawed then drawing back his long sinuous neck breathed fire upon them yet for the will of Beidwn was his attack abjured and the Gods were unscathed. “You have no power scathing drake! Wyvern slave!” Beidwn cried in a voice dark and profound. Then the goddess drew forth Ela and so powerful a light exuded forth from its metal that Mold dread blinded cried out in fear and fled away taking wing into the north. Now Beidwn struck the gates with the hilt of Ela, they trembled, they quaked and crumbled before her might.

Thereat the fellowship fled through the withered fields of Dan-Mangm where all is dry and wilted by the will of Gorgoruch and they crossed many leagues in three passings of the sun and came to the banks of the river Tthuin. That they crossed and when their pace was within the land of Dan-Efweglor, Land of Erotic Dreams they rested a while in the shadow of the hill of Dom-Guhorbaw then by midday of the twelfth day from their arrival Beidwn sought to forward into the north. But Cereionnarrested the motion of her feet and she came to her knees for she knew that place and said “This is my home here I shall stay! For hither I was born when my love Casseper dreaming of lust brought me forth from his mind and we were wed and we laid in love in these fields I will stay here for a while methinks then I will carry on.” And for the compassion of Beidwn did the fellowship remain in Dan-Efweglor for a while’s length. The Goddess gird round about that place a power to lead the mind astray that should the strength of Gorgoruch thither come they would be lost and find them not.


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