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The Book of the Blue House

There was a lot. I had to go back over it myself. Ekkrebeth is here now and that's a whole other situation, and now Conn is experiencing the lessons of the Blue House. Of course you're welcome ,and now let me thank you for reading along and being part of this world.
 
Ten
Connleth and
gabriel




An Azul Ierateíon of the Fourth Grade, Gabriel Rokomont was born of Doman and Armorian stock in the Blue Temple of Nassagora to a Blue Priest and the Red Priestess Sharadon Rokomont. The Rokomonts, though of Sendic and Doman origin, have deep roots in the Blue, Red and Green Orders, seeming to have turned from their original Sendic faith during the time of Sir Wylan Rokomont during the Disposession. According to legend he married into an old Royan family and the Rokomonts, though white in appearance have several notable kindred among the women of the Rootless Isle and the priestly families of Chyr. Though noted for his skill and poetry, Gabriel is most noted for his relations to Calon Everidon and Connleth Aragareth…

- The Encyclopedia of Westrial, 56th Edition, edited by Andi Lincoln



The rules of the Blue Priesthood were that once one was consecrated he was a priest forever. There had been many people for many reasons who had come to the Blue, and so many circumstances were different. But the rule for one who lived in the Blue House was to remain as a Blue priest living in the household, he must serve as a Blue three times a month for three years, once a month for four more, and once a year for three before being forever absolved of the duty to lay with men.
“Fifty one,” Quinton had said, ‘That is the number everyone knows. Technically anyone who has sevred in the offering rooms or the pleasure rooms fifty one times never has to serve again.”
“Seems like a lot,” Matteo said.
“Less that a streetwalker,” Quinton said, philosophically. “A lot less than a married person. If you think about it, most of us go in three times a week and usually, when we go in, it’s a few men we’re with. Eventually you lose count. I imagine we have all been fifty one times.
“Gabriel figured out early on that he wanted to be a singer and scholar,” Derek said, “And you know he was raised in a blue temple down south, so he actually—and I’m not sure if you’re supposed to do this—just did all fifty one in a year.”
Conn thought on this in surprise. The surprise was followed by the keen ache of regret that still came when he thought of Gabriel. No matter how much he loved Derek, or how deep his bond was with Matteo, no matter the trysts with Jon, he was never able to think of Gabriel without thinking of how he’d missed the chance to know him, and fearing that, having gone to the wars, he might never return.
“If one worked in the temple less than two months for just a few days a week, he would pass fifty one,” Derek said.
Conn realized that he had not even had his first. He had been in training, and accompanied Derek into the Blue Rooms and the offering rooms. The best thing he had ever done was decide to become a Blue, for now that he was united to Derek in this, there was none of the stanrge jealousy and none of the dread he feared. It was professional. He was Derek’s servant and attendant, and when he accompanied his lover as Derek lay with other men, he never felt like those men were taking things from him. If he were called to be in the room to attend, he never felt like he was watching his lover be unfaithful. And he never felt like he was engaging in something erotic. He felt like he was learning his vocation, and like he was fulfilling a task. And Derek always treated it that way.
“You don’t even have to think about the fifty one,” Derek noted one night as they drifted off to sleep. “You’re leaving soon. You won’t live here anyway.”
He didn’t say in an accusatory way. He just said it.
When Cal and Gabriel had left, Sara had been full of sadness, and then she’d gone to her brother Theo who and said, “Well, don’t you be too worried about it. We are Westerman too. I’ve signed up for the war. You come along with me!”
He treated it all as a great adventure, and for his sake and the sake of seeing her friends, Sara did too.. She had left with her brother at the end of winter, kissing them all on the cheeks, Nialla last of all. Nialla had wept all through the night, and when Jon had mentioned that he thought maybe he should leave, she had slapped him hard across the face.
That same night, Conn had been touched by a strange pang when Jon had talked of leaving as well. What had gone on between them in the dark, he had never questioned. He didn’t know everything, but he knew better than to discuss it with his sister and he didn’t think Jon had either. He did not ask what Jon was playing at, for it was well known that many men who courted women enjoyed the pleasures of other men, and despite Conn’s disbelief and guilt, there had been pleasure in Jon’s mouth on him, sucking him so thoroughly, so expertly, as if he knew exactly what he was doing.
That night, Conn gave in to his desire for Jon, melted in that bathroom with the plush floor rug and though Jon was so greedy for his cock, he could barely stopp sucking him, when he rested, Conn returned the favor amply. But this was not what he was after. He turned Jon around and buried his face in the cakes of his ass, thrusting his tongue deep in him. He tasted of honey, so he had cleaned and prepared for this,
John let out staggering moans and soon Conn understood the words, “Not enough. Not enough,” and “more.”
His penis, more stiff, more engorged and full of feeling that it had ever been, understood more. There were always bottlies and vials of lubricant in the bathrooms and with the sure knowledge of one who knew this place, he took a small bottle, opened it and rained a small trail of it on his stiff penis, in the cleft of Jon’s ass. He turned on the dim light by the floor so he could see Jon’s shoulders, his back drawing down to his round buttocks, the look of lust and need on his open mouthed face.
“Fuck me, Conn,” he begged even as the begging stopped at the silent groan of Conn’s entry and they both had nearly passed out from the fulfillment, before returning a little to themselves and taking up a rhythm, Conn pushing in, Jon pushing back. They had joined bodies, locking together, and giving themselves to this long building passion.

In the world outside of the Temple, Conn would never have thought this would be the beginning of a friendship, but after this night, he was easier with Jon. Nialla had always said she suspected that Jon’s nature leaned to men as well as women, and she would ask no questions about what he did when he wandered about the temple. Conn decided is she could live like that, he would say nothing. And he would certainly say nothing to Derek. By certain signs and gestures, he and Jon made arrangements to meet in bathrooms, in the empty apartments and dorm rooms of the temple, and other hidden places. The curiosity and lust they felt for each other had many secret permutations, and the laughter and gentle touching between them made the strange and attractive beau of his sister, something like a brother.
Even after Gabriel and Cal had left, the rooms of the suite were still full of life, and of course there were new priests and new attendants. Quinton was always there with Matteo now, and Brian had been ordained and was attended by a young boy called Kyro. When Cal was gone, Derek moved into his old room and brought Conn with him.


Spring turned into summer and Conn and Derek heard news of how the Westrial armies had joined with those of Senach and Essail, and Anson had gone into the mountains to await King Bellamy at Jehoram Pass where he would attempt to cross over from Zahem into southern Westrial. But Anson had crossed the mountains and pursued the enemy crushing them at a battle called Cumoran.
The news of war was inconsistent with the high spring and the bright summer. While the blossoms flew white and pink onto the deep green grasses and the air was filled with the scent of lilac and jasmine and honeysuckle, Conn and Derek and Quinton and Matt went with Nialla and Jon through the Wedding Country, on that delightul path that newlyweds and the young at heart took, the route around the south of Kingsboro to Ondres. There the river wound broad and blue southeast, and the path itself was a road of crushed pink shell. It wound about as well, different from the regular road for those cold souls who had no time for such things. The Wedding Road wrapped around ten shepherding towns consecrated to Adaon as Lord of Shepherds and Aengus the God of the Love. People were merry, dressed in white, wearing flower crowns, drinking wine and celebrating the delights of love.
The journeys began on May Day when the great poles with their streaming colored tassels were set up and the Red Priests and Priestesses called people of the Old Faith, and some of the new, into the fields to make love and make merry, and the friends had set out in the height of warmth near the beginning of June.
The people sang:

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.
Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.
The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.

And they sang:

O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock,
in the secret places of the stairs,
let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice;
for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance
is comely.

But Derek was always a priest and always a man of research and he answered every question Conn had and Conn followed him into the fifth but oldest town on the circuit, the town of Attard with its little stone houses and its small shrine.
“I wish Gabriel was here,” Derek said. “He would love this.”
Conn had thought the same thing. Derek looked fair, his black hair contrasting with the white linen trousers and the white tunic he wore, his hands deep in his pockets.
“I had thought the same thing,” Conn said. He wore brown trousers but the same white tunic and he thought of Gabriel and Derek, heads together in prayer or research and wondered if they’d ever been lovers. They should have been. They were so alike.
The shrine looked like an old kirk but had a domed roof, and in the cool darkness of the place, Conn felt a holy calm.
Derek rose from meditation and went to the altar where two time worn figures were carved: men, almost without faces, sitting side by side, hands extended in blessing, and Derek traced the letter carved beneath them.

Ευλογημένος σοφός και ευλογημένος νεαρός άνδρας

He pronounced: Evlogiméni Annatar kai Evlogiméni Aengus
Conn, betraying that he had been in Derek and Gabriel’s company longer than he realized, translated: “Blessed Annatar and Blessed Aengus.”
Annatar, the name for Adaon used by mages, and Aengus God of Love. But Adaon was said to be the God of Love as well. Could it be that Aengus was the god of love between men and women and Adaon or Annatar god of the love between men and men. But this made no sense. Love was like a river to the sea. It took many bends and many forms, but it was all of the same source.
He said none of these things but only contemplated the faded stone faces and then the very living face of Derek Annakar… Annakar, Annatar. Could that have been by accident. Derek’s bloodline was mostly Doman but that name didn’t seem Doman. Had it been changed? And all of these questions which seemed important enough, lost their weight kneeling at this altar beside Derek, and in the presence of the Gods.

MORE ON SATURDAY
 
That was an excellent portion! I am enjoying learning even more about this world! Great writing and I look forward to more in a few days!
 
I'm glad you enjoyed. I enjoyed learning more about it as well. In a way I am learning when I write it too.
 
TONIGHT OLD FRIENDS ARE REUNITED AS THE WAR COMES TO AN END


It was the evening before their last day in the Wedding Country that, to Conn’s surprise, Jon proposed to Nialla and when he said, “Why should we not marry?” She could not think of an answer, and so they did. Matt exchanged glaces with Conn who shrugged. He was not an overprotective brother. Jon, despite all things, was a good man who seemed to love Nialla and she knew about him even if she did not know the specifics of him. Conn had not had sex with the man who was about to be his brother in law in nearly a month and the only person he’d told about it was Matteo.
There were no White Priests in the town of Clavum, for the Wedding Country had never been brought into the New Faith, and Jon said that they would have to solemnize the whole business when they returned to Purplekirk. A Red Priest prepared a fire and, burning incense, walked about them seven times singing words so ancient that even Derek shrugged, indicating he did not know them. The Red Priest led Nialla and Jon out into the fields and left them there for a time. In the warm air, mounting with cricket son, they waited a while, and when the two returned, both flushed, grass in their hair, the Red Priest tied a cord about their wrists and joined them. By then others had gathered strangers newly married themselves or thinking of it, some just to be present, and they clapped their hands and then all went to feasts and drink, for there was always feasting and drinking under the stars at that time of year in the Wedding Country.
“I am glad you are with me,” Derek said as they lay under the stars and heard singing in the distance in the warm night.

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth:
for thy love is better than wine.
thy name is as ointment poured forth,

Draw me, we will run after thee:
the king hath brought me into his chambers:
we will be glad and rejoice in thee,
we will remember thy love more than wine!

“This is the way it should be. You and I, always partners. After you have gone with Ekkrebeth, please return to me, or I will return to you. Let us make that promise.”

The morning of Conn’s ordination, he washed and dressed in white, and Quinton and Derek and Lorne, and Brian, Yorek, Adjeanet and Dannieal came for him, bearing their white candles. Matt was to be consecrated with him in the hall, but a separate party would come for him or either had already come for him, and lead him down to the sanctuary. Though they would enter the hall and the morning service together, they would be escorted to the sanctuary, and bathed in the washing rooms separately.

1 loved with everlasting love,
drawn by grace that love to know,
Bliss sent from Adaon above,
thou dost witness it is so.
O this full and precious peace
from his presence all divine;
in a love that cannot cease,
I am his and he is mine.


Down the long flight of stairs they went and down to the sanctuary to sing before Adaon, and then thye led Conn to the room where he would be intiated, though he had been with men before. And he was surprised by how nervous he was to go into that dark room where he did not know who was waiting for him and never would. His body responded to anonymous hands and unknown kisses. In the darkness he quickly undressed and was undressed and nerves gave way to desire, and desire gave way to something greater when there was no story, no face. Conn had imagined himself being done too, he had not imagined the lust that would rise in him, nor had he had imagined, in the dark early morning of his ordination, the heat of this room or the tightness as he pushed in and out of his other man who took his desire, as he was caught by the pleasure and cried out and the seed was wrung from his body. He shook up and down, trembling and spilling inside of this man.. this…
God. The priest was God. The priest stood in the place of God. They both did. In the kirk they offered bread and wine as God and in the offering God became, but in this room they were the offering and the comunnion.
“Oh my God…” Conn’s teeth chattered as he lay on the bed, his body rocking with the last tremors of orgasm.
They lay together for a while, Conn, with the new understanding, pleasuring his lover in the dark, and in the dark they washed, and in the dark he was at last robed, and sent out, and when he joined the others, Derek placed the silver hand on a chain over his head and Conn felt its coolness touch his chest.
Derek said, “Look at your robe, little brother. Now you are a Blue Priest.

It was with a great lightness of heart that Conn went to serve in the Sanctuary. It was not like that simple lust with which he and Derek had taken each other the first time, or like he had taken Lorne one morning in winter. Or maybe it was, because lust and desire were sacred. Conn did not go to the Blue Rooms. No matter what amyone said, these felt like prostitution. He went to the offering rooms in the sanctuary to sit in those chambers and wait for whatever devotee in prayer or supplication or thanksgiving came to him. He felt taken over by the God in those encounters, loved by God and becoming the God of Love, overwhelmed by compassion, by love and by lust. In the Offering Rooms, he was amazed by the spilling of his seed, the flying open of hands, humbled by the nakedess of himself and his lover, the end of separation where they were no longer whoever they were, but two simple souls and then the one soul. And he was devout bathing in the pools when it was done. Unlike Derek, who attended three days, Conn returned ot the mystery every day, for it was a mystery, and he remained the whole morning and came to lunch feeling joyous and sated, yes, but quiet and subdued. Now he and Derek had other things to talk about, now they could talk about their work on another level, and Matt had changed now. He had come into all of his beauty, shining and fierce, strong with a deep and mighty laugh to match the bright and wolfish smile. Conn was thinking off all this when the winter ended and the first birds of spring could be heard. He was thinking these things when he entered the sanctuary and saw, sitting in the middle of the floor, prayer beads in hands, considerably thinner than they had been and both robed in blue, hoods down, the copper and dark red heads of Calon Everidon and Gabriel Rokamont.


“You guy won’t believe how glad we are to be back!” Gabriel enthused.
On one hand Conn thought that he could completely believe it because Gabriel looked like a child and Cal looked more relieved than anything. But they were changed, as Matteo whispered. Conn felt foolish thinking how handsome Cal was, his cheeks hollowed his greenish eyes burning in the shadows that had not been around them, two days growth of beard on his usually clean shaven cheeks.
“I need a bath and to not come out of it for about a week,” Cal had said.
Nialla, beside her husband, had not been able to be polite any longer.
“Where is Sara? And what of Theo?”
“They were with us originally,” Cal said, “and damn was I angry. But we were a day past Rutupiae, and there was nothing to do but accept it. When we got down south to Sussail border, we were split up. They were sent to Chyr, Theo to fight and Sara to attend the wounded.”
“But eventually even we were split up,” Gabriel said.
“Would you believe there was a high priest from Chyr?” Cal began, “One of ours? When he found out Gabriel was third grade he commandeered—asked—commandered, I’m still not sure, him to come with him and four others toward Sussail.”
“It had to do with my temple,” Gabriel said, “the one I grew up in. It was a daughterhouse of his—the priest Moryan, and he asked me to come and help there. And I did. For a while, but in the end I just ended up on a different front, in Zahem when we had crossed the border after Anson won the battle at the Pass.”
“That’s where we met again,” Cal said, overjoyed. He clutched Gabriel’s hand. “I I was such a fool. I had vowed to stay with Anson, but once we were separated, all I could think of was where you were, what had happened to you.”
“But Sara,” Gabriel said, soberly, “we did not hear from.”
“We assume,” Cal said, stoutly, “that she and Theo are perfectly safe in Chyr where very little fighting took place.”
But they were not sure and they did not assume this, and it was when Nialla said she had received a letter from Sara a fortnight ago that they both relaxed and took a visible breath.
“I know she is on her way back, with Theo,” Nialla said. “I just had hoped she would be coming with you. How nice would that have been?”

MORE TOMORROW
 
It was very interesting to read about Conn's ordination. Things seem to be going well for him at the moment and I am glad he is a Blue priest. His sisters wedding was a surprise! I was also glad to see some of the others return from war. Great writing and I look forward to more tomorrow!
 
There was a lot going on tonight, and I'm glad you were here to read it. Nialla's married, Conn's a priest and the war is ending. So much has happened at this part, but there is still much to follow.
 
TONIGHT CONN AND GABRIEL AT LAST HAVE A TIME TO SIT DOWN TOGETHER AND CONN'S WORLD EXPANDS.

But to Cal and Gabriel, the baths were nice, and knowing that Sara was returning and they had all come back alive was the best thing of all. Derek and Conn had been staying in Cal’s room all this time, and they watched Cal and Gabriel strip with little care, and saw their backs thinner, their shoulders a little sharper, their buttocks smaller as they trumped into the washing rooms. They would take the tubs and probably do the full ritual, and Conn imagined that the full ritual would have been much needed after having been gone a year.
After they had bathed and dressed, Conn and Derek, Nialla and the rest of them, did not see Cal and Gabriel for the rest of the day. They went to the Abbot and stayed with him, even during dinner when everyone feasted the returned Blue Priests and, to the great surprise of Conn and even Derek, when they did returned they returned wearing the clothes of some of the younger priests, the sheer, transparent hoses that revealed every curve and showed that what Cal and Gabriel had lost in fat and roundness they had gained in muscle, and the voluminous sleeved tunics that were famous in the south. Cal went to work in the Blue Rooms, and Gabriel, who had generally been a scholar, began to go the sanctuary with Conn, three mornings every week. During the initiation ritual, the rooms were completely darkened, but on usual says they were in semi darkness, and then the act was over, the priest and the supplicant came out into the pool where the sunlight shone and bathed. Gabriel and Conn obviously did not go into the same rooms, but there was a unity in knowing they were traveling to do the same thing. The procedure for going to the rooms was walking and not taking the lift and so there were long conversations between the two of them as they made their way to sanctuary.

It was not many days before Sara and Theo, dusty, but not the worse for wear, returned. Sara had sent a letter ahead of her, but it had not come to Nialla yet.
“We need a proper bath and that’s a fact,” Theo announced.
Their parents had been in the south, so they had seen them. It was their cousins who would be by the river and whom they needed to visit and they would do so.
“But not today,” Sara said. “I’m dead on my feet, and we’ve been traveling up the Southern Road with one horse and a lot of us just walking, non stop.”
They could have returned in one of the army caravans, but having stopped to visit their family, they returned by this much longer way. The return of Sara was a cause of great joy for Obala who said all of her food tasted of tears since had gone and for Cal and Gabriel.
“Isn’t it great,” Matteo said, earnestly, “that all of us are together again?”
That night Lorne was there and so was Brian, Quinton and Matteo were present and Derek and Cal sang old songs. Obala brought bread and chicken and Conn sat beside his sister, feeling full of the old warmth those rooms had known, Occasionally Jon glanced at him, but this night his eyes were on Gabriel on the white hose and the strong thighs who, when he rose, the very round shape of his behind was visible, and when he laughed, the joy in him was more visible still. Derek had the duty of night prayers, as did Quinton, and when Matt prepared to leave with them, Conn said, “Where are you going?”
Matteo gestured to him and they went into the kitchen.
“You have been talking about Gabriel since he left,” Matteo said. “And now he’s here and Quint has told me how much he thinks of you, and the two of you have never had time together. Well, tonight is your time.”
“Matt!” Conn started.
His best friend. His always love, laid a strong hand on his shoulder and looked at him almost severely.
“Tonight,” he told Conn, “is your time.”
He would never be used to this way of life, where being in love with one man did not mean you wouldn’t be in love with another, where the lover you had given your heart to, encouraged you to go to another lover. Oh, sure, all over there were those who played around, the man who strayed, the woman or man who looked the other way because it meant something. But Derek meant everything to him, and knew how much Matteo had meant. And Matteo knew how much he meant to Conn and also knew how much Gabriel would mean, and yet he said, “Tonight is your time.”
The same way Quinton had gently placed his hand in Matteo’s and gently kissed him a year ago, in Gabriel’s presence, now Matteo place his hands on Conn’s shoulder’s kissed him, and then turned to leave.
When they were all on their way to bed, Gabriel said, “I guess I should go, too. I am staying upstairs tonight.”
But he did not stay in Derek’s room, He passed through it and went out of the hall, and Lorne was stretching out and Cal was on his way to the old large room, still talking to Sara. Conn sat on the sofa a while, and then he stood up and rather than going out the door of Lorne’s room, went down the hall to Derek’s, and left through there to see Gabriel standing at the door of the room beside Derek’s, a room he’d never wondered about before.
“You….” Conn found his mouth dry and started over again. “You never stay in this room. You never stay alone.”
“That’s true,” Gabriel said.
And then I said, “I used to. But then Sara was there so even that wasn’t alone. Not really. There was no privacy.”
“Yes,” Conn said, looking away from the transparent hose that shone on Gabriel’s lovely legs, from the face of the redhead who looked quiet, subdued.
“Then you want to be alone,” Conn said. “In that case, I shouldn’t—”
“Conn,” Gabriel almost shouted.
Conn turned to him.
“Why in the world do you think I took this room? When I said privacy I meant…”
Then Gabriel simply opened the door and said, “Conn, Come in.”
When he came in he almost immediately fell into Gabriel’s arms and Gabriel’s kiss. He was surprised that his mouth tasted of spearmint and that Gabriel seemed almost as nervous and as eager as he did. He was surprised and glad that he could still be nervous. Quickly, more from what seemed nerves than a desire to show off, Gabriel unlaced the mesh hose and pulled them off quickly, fooling with them where they were stuck coming over his feet, and then he took off the tunic, and Conn undressed quickly too.
He was unconscious of what he looked like, but stood almost worshipping the lightly muscled body of Gabriel Rokemount and finally, looking into his face, stepping forward to kiss him, wrapping his arms around him and feeling the strength he had never known Gabriel’s arms held. They stood kissing and running their hands slowly up and down each other, and then, lay on the bed to kiss and touch and know more. With a small smile, Gabriel reached up and turned out the light, and in the darkness of the room with only the blue light of late night coming through the window, he said, “Well, now, that’s better.”

“It was strange, you know,” Gabriel said. “I had stopped doing the work of a Blue, and I don’t know what made me go. I had to go when Cal left. But it was nothing like in the temple, not that I thought it would be. And sometimes it isn’t that wonderful in the temple even. There was so much sadness, so much need, and you could not always wash it away. There were men who wept in my arms, and wept for their sweethearts, their mothers. Northerners who wept because they could never tell anyone they wished to lie with men. And we saw so much,” Gabriel shook his head.
“Ah, but I should stop talking about it.”
“No,” Conn said, touching his face, leaving his fingers on his cheeks. “You tell me everything you wish to tell.”
“I wanted to make love again,” Gabriel said.
In the blue darkness, they lay together, face to face, knees pulled in, heads on pillows and Conn stroked Gabriel’s hair, his bare shoulder, his naked side.
“I grew up in the temples, so I always knew what Blues did, always loved it even though I wanted to do more than lay with men. I want to be third and fourth and fifth grade, tell the stories, do the services, remember the chants, learn the magic even. At war none of those things happened, and I began to feel beaten down, not myself, not anyone. I felt like a hole everyone was dropping their need… and their sorrow into, like what they say we are.”
“A whore.”
“Yes,” Gabriel said. “I was angry at Cal for leaving. I wanted to be with someone again who held me, who loved me and loved me as me. But the truth is, I did not think of Cal,” he shook his head, “More and more I thought of you, how things never got off the ground for us.”
“Well,” Cal said with a laugh, “they are off the ground now.”
Gabriel laughed and laughed louder, so that he had to sit up.
“Yes, Connleth, yes they are.”
They were quiet awhile and then Gabriel said, “I, who am usually so good with words, are so bad with my words to you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I took up rhe services when I came back,” Gabriel said, “threw myself into them because I wanted to feel the sacredness of it again, but I couldn’t not completely because all of it is a shadow of lovemaking. And I haven’t made love to anyone since I’ve come back.”
“What about Cal?”
“I was waiting for you.”
“Oh!” Conn said. “And I was being foolish and afraid as usual.”
“I guess we both were,” Gabriel said.
“Matteo told me this was our time,” Conn said.
“Matteo is smarter than the both of us.”
They lay down, Gabriel holding Conn, their bodies curled like commas.
“I have waited a whole year…” Conn began and Gabriel squeezed him and said, “What have you been waiting for a whole year, my Connleth?”
“For you to tell me what happened to Etain, when she was reborn?”
“You could have looked that up in the library.”
“Aye, but I wanted to hear it from your mouth, in my ear. I wanted to hear it this was, with your arms about me.”
Gabriel kissed him several times while he told him of how Etain, now Etar, had married the King of Solea, and Vidar came desiring her and trying to take her from her husband, but King Eochaid had sent her to the land of Mac Oc, the holding of Aengus, where he had been struck by love for her, and she remembered her past lives and his past kindness. They fell into a great passion.
“And many,” Gabriel kissed him, “many, songs did they sing and do we sing to this day.”
But Eochaid and Vidar were both filled with rage and raised armies of Elphame, that is Elfkind, as well as armies of men and they came to make war against Aengus, and Aengus sought the help of his father and of the River Boand and the River Maidens, for he would never give up Etar. The armies were coming to meet and would have clashed so strong as to bring an end to the second creation, for this was at the time of the second creation, but Annatar himself, the godfather of Aengus and master of trickery, went down with his sister Amana and spread a great mist of confusion over the amries of Eochaid and Vidar so that they slew each other, and the tips of their black spears that pierced men and went to the ground would not leave the bodies of the men or the earth but stood rooted there, but Annatar appeared to what was left of the armies in all of his glory and told them to stay back, for no man could own a woman and no man could control love.
“And he crowned Aengus and Atar with beauty and love so that whoever prays to them shall win love and where they gaze and where they speak, all feel love, and Amana gave them four birds which fly ever over their heads singing of love, compassion, passion and strength. Aengus and his Atar were wed, some say in this very spot, and they made the journey from here to the mouth of the river to what is now Ondres, and that was the beginning of the circuit of the wedding country.”
The story was told slowly, between kisses and interrupted by slow lovemaking that, in time became quickly intense, ended in shouts and the shaking of the bed.
When they has passed out of a semi sleep, Gabriel added:
“But there are some who sat the sames Atar and Annatar are so close, and that some changed the story, for originally, Aengus loved Annatar or an avatar of him, and Eochaid and Vidar fought over him, but that Annatar, loved by Aengus, gained the totality of his being back and so caused the chaos on the Field of Blackspears.”
“I had seen something like that,” Conn said. “When we went to the wedding country. A temple build to Annatar and Aengus. I had seen this and wondered at the meaning.”
“It is one of several meanings and,” Gabriel yawned, “the one I choose to believe.
“But in closing, Maia, Goddess of the morning, the bright Morning Star and the Dawning in the East, came through the Field of Black Spears, and she caused the spears to become trees and to take deep roots and consume the remains of the men they had killed, and so the trees were black as night and their leaves red as blood and that forest became known as Blackspear.”
“And,” Connleth guessed, “It is from a tree of that forest that the ancient priests carved the Black Door.”

MORE TOMORROW
 
It was nice to see Gabriel and Conn have some time together! The world of this story gets more and more interesting and I will be sad when it ends. Great writing and I look forward to more tomorrow!
 
I'm glad you enjoyed Gabriel and Conn and thier complex life in the Blue Temple. The world is getting more elaborate as are the relationships and there will be more to follow tomorrow.
 
TONIGHT'S PORTION IS A SHORTER ONE

The next morning as grey light came through the window, Conn stirred and looked over the beautiful body of Gabriel.
He said with reluctance, “I should go back. Derek will…”
Without opening his eyes, Gabriel shook his head.
“Derek and Cal have not been together. They needed their night. They are together, You stay with me.”
Again, Conn was surprised, but not saddened and happier than he understood to be in Gabriel’s arms. Later they would take breakfast and Gabriel would patiently explain what Conn had, being ordained and living in this house nearly two years, known of but forgotten.
“The Ogdode. Derek as your primary, Matteo as your secondary, me as your tertiary. And, of course, you are Derek’s primary, you are Matteo’s secondary, and I suppose you are my tertiary.”
“I know of Cal, but…. Lorne?” Conn guessed.
“Lorne is not in an ogdode,” Gabriel shook his head. “Lorne does as he pleases.”
“Then…” Conn guessed, “Quinton?”
“Yes.”
“Then the six of us…”
“Are a family, a marriage,” Gabriel said. “And there are others, sometimes, like Lorne or Brian. How could it be otherwise, we being what we are, but we are the Ogdode.”
“Does Derek understand it?” Conn wondered. He was about to say that he barely understood it, but he did. He loved Gabriel, truly he loved him and was looking forward to growing in this relationship. He longed to stay in this bed with him, but also to share secret jokes, to learn each others stories, to learn from the greatest young scholar in the temple and grow in that direction with him. He yearned for his life with Gabriel to begin as he yearned for his life with Matteo and Derek to continue.
“In his mind,” Gabriel said, “and he begins to understand in his heart.”
Conn nodded.
“I love Derek. I would stand beside him at all times.”
“And he wishes you stood at his side at all times, as only his, and I wish, frankly, that you been at my side long before now. But both of these wishes are futile. The ogdode is the school of love, and the six of us will learn just that.”


“I used to be afraid for you,” Derek said. “There was a time when I was so nervous and afraid. Maybe you remember.”
Derek was in a chair at the kitchen table, and Conn was dipping his razor into water, and then lifting it to scrape cream away from Derek’s face and watching the small black hairs swirl with the soap into the water.
“There’s a great deal I remember,” Conn said.”
“I was so afraid that if you entered into this life you would lose a part of yourself, and maybe I would lose that part too.”
Conn turned back Derek’s ear and cleanly shaved him there, scraped what was left under his chin.
“What do you think now?” Conn asked him.
“I think,” Derek said, while Conn came to the other side of his face, “that I was foolish. That I underestimated you. That I underestimated us.”
And then Derek added, “But you are silent. You say nothing. What do you think?”
Conn did not speak until he had finished, until we went the cloth he kept in the hot box and, gesturing for Derek to lean back, placed it on his face and neck. Derek sighed under the rising steam and it was only when Conn massaged his face that he spoke.
“I think you were right to worry,” he said. “I honestly worry sometimes myself. The truth is, I don’t know who I was before I came here, and I don’t always know who I am, and I am afraid I’ll lose myself.”
Conn lifted the cloth from Derek’s face.
“Things would be so much easier if we were normal people. In the south it’s normal for men and men to be together, or more normal than in the north. What if you were just a boy and and I was just a boy and we only had each other. As it seemed like it was at the beginning, as we tried to make it seem even though that was never true. I love Matt. And… I love Gabriel.”
“You don’t have to whisper it.”
“I love it, but I am afraid that we will lose us.”
Conn was about to walk to the sink when Derek caught his hand and pulled him back.
“That was my fear once too,” Derek said.
Then he said, “Did I ever tell you Gabriel was my first?”
“First?”
“First…. Not just Blue, but first anyone. I was so scared. I knew nothing, and he was so gentle and good. You did well to choose him, and it was well that he chose you. I knew from the beginning. He stood aside and waited for us to have our time, but your heart is big. I believe it can fit us all.”
“Sometimes I’m afraid its so big I’ll be lost in it.”
“I won’t let you be lost.”
Derek stood up and slapped the stinging alcohol on his cheeks and then gestured for Conn to sit down in the chair.
“Now it is time for me to serve you.”

Those days of spring were nothing short of holy, when Conn was wrapped in the love of his friends, and though he did not love Matteo any less, the addition of Gabriel worked a strange alchemy on his relationship with Derek, for Derek had always been scholarly, and of the same vein as Gabriel, and they were all ware that Conn was fated to go north and study with Akkrebeth, and so very often their heads were pressed together in study or thrown back in debate. Cal, Matt and Lorne often shook their heads and Quinton said, “I feel like Conn has made you all worse, for there was a time when Gabriel was quieter, and when Derek would never dare to disagree with him.”
“Well, I am not afraid to disagree with anyone,” Conn said.
“And your lack of fear has made our goose with his pretty black lashes less afraid too,” he said, rubbing Derek’s shoulder and laughing.
“I declare,” Matteo said, “It is as if the three of you, bronze haired Royan, black haired Doman, and red headed whatever he is, share the same brain!”
The heads pressed together in study, were the same heads pressed together in slumber. Cal kept Derek’s old room now, and very often, in his old large bed, Derek, Conn and Gabriel lay asleep in each other’s arms. The only time this differed is when Cal came to join them. How varied and wonderful love could be if the heart was ready for it, how sad it would be to be parted from those whom he loved. And Nialla was pregnant now. Jon thought it would be a boy. For a month after the wedding, perhaps Jon had thought he would be a model husband. A married man, it seemed no longer fitting to be a temple dependent and he and Nialla had taken a garret apartment owned by Sara and Theo’s uncle, an old Marnen who had ceased shepherding and traveling, and turned to sedentary trade. Jon and Nialla always came to lunch as they had before, and one afternoon Nialla and Sara decided to keep company with Gabriel and Cal for the afternoon and Jon, looking desperate had asked, “Conn, may I see you.”
Conn, with a dizzying feeling in his head and in his loins nodded, and in the room where he had first come to Gabriel, Jon had gone down on him. He fucked him under the window. It took all of ten minutes.
“I guess we’re on again,” Conn said, trying to sound like a grown up.”
“I don’t think we’ll ever be over,” Jon said, using a cloth to wipe Conn’s semen from him. “Not really.”
So life ceased to be idyllic or simple, and Conn stopped thinking of himself as a good man. He didn’t love Jon, not like you love your beloved, and Jon was his sister’s husband. So he wasn’t a good man, or at least, Conn thought, he hadn’t become a good man yet. And part of him was fine with this. Connleth was thinking these things when he entered the sanctuary and saw, sitting in the middle of the floor, robed and hooded in black, the form he knew could only be Ash Errison, Akkrabeth.

WEDNESDAY WE WILL BEGIN TO CLOSE OUR OUR STORY WITH ITS SHORT FINAL CHAPTER
 
That was a great portion! I am enjoying seeing the characters figuring out all their connected relationships. I am glad Derek is not as jealous of Conn's other relationships anymore. Excellent writing and I look forward to more in a few days!
 
It was like that first time, where Connleth did not want to to interrupt the master, and though he was now a priest, and every day felt himself a priest, he was sure another mystery was happening here and he needed to keep silent for it.
Ekkrebeth rose from his meditation, and in his black robes crossed the long hall, his robes moving over the old flagstones. He came to the sitting image of Adaon and placed his hands on the knees of the God. Kneeling, he touched the base of the altar where incense and candles were burnt before him, and his hands reached into a something Connleth could not see, and then he brought from it, a great sword. Connleth had never had much causse to see a sword up close, and what he saw of the hilt was silverly like highly polished metal, and its edges were touched in gold. Connleth marveled that the sword itself was black until he realized this was the scabbard, and the wizard took it to himself, turning it around and saying, “Connleth, I am glad you are here.”
“It is time for me to go.”
But the wizard looked at him. He cocked his head and said, “You would be sad to go, of course.”
“Yes,” Conn said. “But you told me you would come back for a year, and it has been a year. More than a year.”
“Your heart is sad,” Ohean said, “but not completely.”
When Conn looked at him, Ohean said, “You still believe in innocence, and you have not yet learned the first lesson of nature, that all dragons teach and all wizards live. You live it as well, for once all Blue Priests were mages, back in the sunken lands, long ago.”
Tough Conn would gladly gainsay Derek or Gabriel, he knew better than to try this with Ohean, and the sorcerer patted the ground that Conn might sit down beside him.
“How old were you when you came to this place?”
“Seventeen.”
“I thought as much. And now you are… nineteen?”
Conn nodded.
“When you came here you were all innocence, or what you thought was innocence. You were good and pure, or what you thought was goodness and purity. But you were nothing, because you were unfinished. You knew nothing, had done nothing, and now you have done so much, known so much, known so many men.”
When Ohean said it, despite his training, despire his usual happiness, Conn felt himself going red, and Ohean said, “If you were to go back home, back to that little village from whence you came, you would be stoned. You would be a horror to your family. It is the thing you and Derek Annakar have in common.
“The other thing is that you both believe in innocence, both believe in being tatnished. Somewhere in you, you know that something has…. Tarnished you. Made you less pure, less simple. And you think that if you come with me and learn wizardry you will put behind you the confusion of the Blue House. There is a part of you that longs for that. Or am I wrong?”
Conn was startled by Ohean’s words. Every sentence that he spoke was as if Ohean new him more and more, new him truly and spoke his own thoughts.
“But you have mistaken innocence for ignorance and dis ease with your nature for being tarnished. You don’t understand you must go on being what you are being to become what you are.”
While Conn was still working this out Ohean held the length of the sword, black and black on black, a hilt that came to an end with a crossed circle and blue winking jewel at the heart of the cross.
“This is Reaver the Sword of Night,” Ohean said, “and I have come for it and not for you. I will need it in the days to come, and I will need you. But it is best that you remain here.
“I speak with your Abbot and… I see. You are not solitary now as you once were. You are part of a thing. You are part of a three headed flower. If I were to take you I would destroy the rose. If you had not come Derek and Gabriel would not be as they are, as they will be. When you come as a mage, they will come with you.”
“They are… They are Domans.”
“Did you think only Royan blood held power? And, at any road, it is this ancient land, this place once called Ancharan that puts magic in the blood of those willing, and I doubt very much that they are pure Doman. They are part of you, and even that had changed them. They will come with you and you will all come as mages.”
Ohean stood up, “But I will not come for you now. I had a little work to do, and I have seen such things in the fire and in the water, that I know wars are not over. I have one more journey to make and when next I come, I would that you all were ready? Can you promise this?”
And Conn said, “Aye, Lord.”

All the last year he had feared and hoped for the return of Ohean and now there was only a joyous hope. Part of him had wondered if what he was forming with Gabriel and Derek and with Matteo as well, could remain strong, and now he knew they would not be parted. That thing in him that whispered that what one loved was bound to be damaged was now silenced. As he walked up the steps of the Temple toward the second floor and now to the third, the guilt, the shame, the uncertainty in him died. Jon and his desire was not a cause of dizzying worry. He was not weak or wounded or lessened. He was strong and becoming stronger, and Ohean had not told him that it was in his power to look into water and flame, to see the paths of men in the paths of the birds, because Ohean did not waste words and he knew that deep down Connleth knew these things, knew his power.
He was contemplating this when he looked up and was nearly startled by Gabriel and Matt and Derek looking down the stairs at him, trying to push the worry from their faces.
They know. They know Akkrebeth is here and expect him to take me.
They were trying bravely to smile, except Matt could not and he looked more like a sullen wolf than ever.
And then Conn burst out laughing, and while Gabriel and Derek’s smiles changed to something real, but still confused, Matt frowned in irritation.
“What did Akkrabeth say?” Matteo demanded.
Conn ran up the last of the steps and took them all in his embrace, and all was well. Everything was well.
“Brothers,” he said, kissing Matt and stroking Gabriel’s hair, Derek’s neck, “Oh my lovely, lovely hearts. My very brothers!”


HERE ENDS THE BOOK OF THE BLUE HOUSE

IN THE BOOK OF THE BLESSED, WE WILL RETURN TO KINGSBORO SOME TWO YEARS LATER AFTER THE WAR AND ENTER INTO THE POLITICS OF THE ROYAL COURT, THE FATE OF PRINCE ANSON AND THE WORKINGS OF THE MYSTERIOUS AKKREBETH.
 

THE ALMANAK
OR
THE APPENDIX


Connleth (Aragareth)- (b. 1707-) the son of Willem and Maire of the village of Trott. In 1724 he followed his older sister to the Blue Temple in Kingsboro to become a dependent, but ended up joining the Azul Ierateío after his first year there, training to be a priest of the Third Grade. He gained the attention of both Prince Anson and Ohean Pennannyn who made him vow to follow him whenever he should call. Connleth is in an ogdode with Derek Annakar, Matteo Vallarti, Quinton Allaveros, Calon Everidon and Gabriel Rokomont. His sister is Nialla and her husband, Jon Bolinbroke is his sometimes lover.

Nialla Bolinbroke- (b. 1705-) the older sister of Conn, a temple dependent and wife of Jon Bolinbroke, the sometimes lover of Conn.

Sara Hemnon- (b. 1705-) of the Marnen Tribe Innegossi, a temple dependent and friend of Calon, Gabriel and Nialla. She goes to war with her brother, Theo.

Philemon Paghast, Abbot Hyrum- (b. 1671-) born in Chyr near Immrachyr and raised to the Fourth Degree in 1692, Philemon Paghast was charged by the Order Semporum to become the Abbot of Hyrum House after the sudden death of the last one., and he has served as Hyrum for three years raising high in his service Calon, Gabriel and Derek.

Anson Aethelyn Prince of Westrial- (b. 1699)- the second born son of King Anthal of Westrial by Essily of the Crystal Isle. Appointed First Knight of the House by the age of nineteen, 1718, served with distinction in the border wars and was appointed Captain of the King’s Horse in 1727. The animosity between the prince and his brother Cedd led to Anson’s flight at his brother’s accession to the throne. Now more famously known as the lover of Ohean Penannyn of Reghed.

Caedmon Aethelyn King of Westrial– (b. 1694) the first child and heir of King Anthal of Westrial and the only son of his first queen, Emmaline of Harrowfast. He succeeded his father as King in the fall of 1729, triggering the flights of his brother Anson and sister Imogen. Generally known as Cedd.

Derek Annakar- (b.1700) to a minor noble Doman house near the Essail and Senach border. It is believed that they changed their name to Annakar during the time of the Dispossession to symbolize their solidarity with the native peoples of Westrials and their renunciation of their old gods though some of the Annakar clan have claimed that they were of Sendic stock previously and still others that they even had Royan kinsman in Chyr. Derek came to the Blue Temple as a university student, and renounced the New Faith to join the order, being, in turn denounced and disinherited by his family. He is the principal lover of Conn Aragareth and a priest of the Second Grade moving toward the Third. His sisters are Julia and Tessaya. His brother is Douglas Annakar.

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Gabriel Rokomont- (b.1699) An Azul Ierateíon of the Fourth Grade, Gabriel Rokomont was born of Doman and Armorian stock in the Blue Temple of Nassagora to a Blue Priest and the Red Priestess Sharadon Rokomont. The Rokomonts, though of Sendic and Doman origin, have deep roots in the Blue, Red and Green Orders, seeming to have turned from their original Sendic faith during the time of Sir Wylan Rokomont during the Disposession. According to legend he married into an old Royan family and the Rokomonts, though white in appearance have several notable kindred among the women of the Rootless Isle and the priestly families of Chyr. Though noted for his skill and poetry, Gabriel is most noted for his relations to Calon Everidon and Connleth Aragareth.

Lorne Islington- (b.1699) An Azul Ierateíon of the First Grade, he is Royan, often called the Bear for his great size and chiefly gifted in lovemaking and setting all at ease. His quarters are the center of the story, and he is a Janitor of the Black Door.

Calon Everidon- (b.1700) a chosen attendant of Hyrum of Hyrum House, Calon is a priest of the Second Grade and holds the position of Janitor of the White Door in the Blue Temple. His chief lover is Gabriel Rokomont and his dearest friends are Obala Waymon, Sara Hemnon and Matteo Vallarti.

Matteo Vallarti- (b.1705) born in Kingsboro from a poor family of Sinercian, Armorian and probably Doman stock, Matteo is a priest of the First Grade Ascending to the Second, best friend and sometimes lover of Connleth and the chief love of Quinton Allaveros.

Quinton Allaveros- (b.1702-) in Callaion near the Sussail border to a family of Sinercian descent, priest of the Second Grade Ascending to Third and chief lover of Matteo Vallarti.


Ohean Penannyn (Desmond) (b.1689- ) the son of Senaye of the Rootless Isle and grandson of the Crystal Lady. He is the acknowledged nephew of King Amr of Rheged and grandson of King Math and holds the title The Great Ash from which comes his nickname Ash. Chief councilor to both the kings of Rheged and Westrial, some attribute to him divine origins and he is acknowledged as the mightiest of sorcerers though only vaguely associated with the Wizards of the White Island. His cousins are Meredith, Pollanikar and Nimerly the Crystal Lady as well as his lover, Anson Aethelyn.







THE KINGS OF WESTRIAL



The Kings of Westrial claim their descent from the God Wayland. According to their Chronicle, Wayland, of old, begat Wulfsun, Wulfsun begat Sevard, and Eoga, the first king of the West Ayl was descended of Sevard.

Wayland
Valkyras
Sevard
Rurgi
Sigmilund
Sigi
Sigir
Balda
Bældæg


HOUSE OF OESC

OEGA 622-647
Brond 647-665
Friðgar 665-678
Freawine 666-690
Duncan 692-710
Giwis 710-725
Esla 725-744
Elesa 744-765
Cerdic 766-790
Athelstan the Great 790-831
Anthal I 831-876
Ceol 876-919
Ceolwulf 919-927
Cynegils (Kenneth) 927-953
Cwichelm 953-975
Cenwalh 975- 1003
Penda 1003- 1019

INTERREGNUM


THE HALE KINGS


A combined force of Hales and Senach sweep into Westrial and rule from Londres. Cenwalh calls himself Duke of Londres and then, in 1030, King of Londres and the West Ayl

Cenwalh- 1025-1047
Seaxburh- 1047-1059
Cenfus- 1059-1063

With the aid of the people of Armet and Rheged, the Westrians come behind the Lady Rowena, a descendant of Cenwahl and a Rhegedi descendant of the House of Oesc called Jerami. He changes his name to Æscwine. After a long war, the Westrians expel the Senach-Hale dynasty, sending them into Essail where they continue fighting. From them will emerge the House of Senach.





HOUSE AESCWINE

Anthal Æscwine 1065- crowned in Kingsboro beside R’asha.
Crowned in Ondres, 1071- 1101
Centwine 1101-1156
Caedwalla 1156-1210
Caedmon the Bard 1210- 1248
Æthelheard 1248-1269
Gillem I 1269-1297
Gillem II 1297-1347
Gillem III 1347-1361

HOUSE OF EDRIC

Edric 1361-1385
Willem 1385-1401
Willem II 1401-1436
Harold Bloodhands 1436-1441
Edward the Naithling 1441-1465




HOUSE AETHELYN

Æthellam 1471-1520
Æthelglen 1520-1555
Æthelberht 1555-1561
Æthelstan II 1561-1603
Ælfred 1603-1625

Anthal the Great 1625-1640
Edward the Elder 1640-1665

Edmund I 1665-1680
Edward II 1680-1690
Anthal IV 1690-1729
Caedmon II 1729-





GLOSS



The Ard- the Sinercian teacher regarded as an incarnation of Varayan whose main disciples became the White and the Black Monks. They brought his teachings to Ossar, but later other followers formed an institutional church (The Communion) with a highly hierarchical clergy (The White, Black and Brown Order Priests) which eventually came to dominate the south of Ossar as well as Daumany and Armor.

Armor- the land across the Solahn Sea, east of Solahn, west of Daumany and north of Ferrar, Eshaan and Marandé, a holdover of the old Sinercian Imperium.

Creation- it is widely held that the Earth was created several times, and twice before destroyed. Only by divine and magical means did some survive the destruction and was the world remade. The last destruction of the world is said to have been only thirty-five hundred years ago, and this current world is believed by not only Royans, but many peoples, to be the Third Creation, held together by magic. It is said that there will not be another one.

Chyr- the kingdom that shares the Cambrian Peninsula with Armet and Rheged, known for generally having women rulers, often schooled on the Rootless Isle. Its current queen is Ermengild IV.

Daumany- the kingdom east of Armor which was taken over by the Dauman, a group of Dayne who intermarried with the native population around four hundred years ago. Their current king is Willem and by an old marriage they are now linked with the House of Armor.

Dayne- the peninsula to the northeast of Ossar, icebound at its northern region from which the Hale, the Ayl, the Daumans and many other groups come. Though it seems at one point in time Dayne was the name of one of the many tribes of the peninsula, in time it came to be known as the entire land. Around seven centuries ago the Ragnarsson family began the union of Dayne and in 1108 most of the peninsula became the Kingdom of Dayne.

Hale- the nation north of Inglad that takes up the Trunk of Ossar, also the people for whom the nation is named. At one point in time it included the northernmost country of the Sendics, North Hale.

The New Faith- the religion born from the teachings of the Ard. It is new in comparison to the religions it replaced or incorporated but has dominated Westrial for eight hundred years. Also called The Kirk, also called The Assembly and/or The Assemblies.

North Hale- see Hale.

Remulans (Rhufanians. Rufanians, Sincercians)- are a people combined of two (or three) races, the Rufanians of the Isle of Cyra, the Achaens who are identified as Sinercians because they and the Rufanians came together in the Sinercian Peninsula to make the City States from which sprang the empire. The people of Armor and Sussail are in part descended from them as are many old families in Westrial and Rheged. Their ancestor is the legendary Rufus and their capital is Rhufain. The modern calendar marks itself from the beginning of their empire seventeen centuries ago. The Imperium began in the Merid Sea, Southeast of Ynkar (Ossa) and founded an empire that incorporated the whole of that sea and its coastlands and extended into modern Ynkurando, Solahn, Daumany and Armor holding power for nearly five hundred years. They subsumed the many small kingdoms Ynkarando had devolved into, but were unable to take Chyr and the more ancient and powerful Royan lands, so ended up making a peace with them. The Sinercians and Remulans, before the days of the empire, had already populated the land of Solahn and mixed with the native population founding a royal house, and many people from Solahn and from the chief Remulan isle of Cyra would colonize what would become the Kingdom of Armor after the Devolution of the Imperium around the late 400s. Other lands born from the the empire lie on the southern mainland and are Borgund, Allataye, Sephara and the Sinercian City States themselves from which the Ard came and where the New Faith was founded. When the Sinercian Imperium began to fold, though most of Ynkar and Ossar were left to their own devices, the southern part of it was still heavily populated by Armorians and Remulans, thus Sussail, though a Sendic Kingdom is often thought of as more Armorian in culture and the people of Southern Westrial are very often of Sinercian, Armorian, or Solahni stock, being olive or copper complexioned, dark or grey eyed and dark of hair. and are related to the Royan who ruled much of the western world including Ossar for nearly five centuries. Matteo Vallarti and Quinton Allaveros are both Remulan in descent.

Rheged- Royan kingdom north of Chyr and east of Inglad, Hale and Westrial.

The Rootless Isle- the revolving island of enchantresses and enchanters south of Westrial currently ruled by the Lady Nimerly, birthplace of Ohean Pennanyn.

Royan- the descendants of Osse who lived in Ossar long before the coming of the Sendics at least fifteen centuries before the Imperium. Their oldest lands were in the Western Sea and at their high point during the Second Creation, and the Royan share kinship with the people of the Far South and Chem as well as the Remulans. They now live chiefly in the west, though most people in the Ayl kingdoms and not some few in the Hale lands have Royan blood. Royans are known for being darker than Sendics and gifted with magic but being composed of three main peoples, differ more from each other than do Sendics.

Rufanians- see Remulan.

Sendic- the term the Royan use for the Hale and the Ayl collectively. As mercenaries and then later raiders they came from the northlands over a thousand years ago and now inhabit the East Country and the North Country. The lands of the Hale and the Ayl are referred to as Sussany or Sussainy. The term the Hale and Ayl use to describe themselves is Sendic.

Westrial- the kingdom founded by Eoga the Sendic when he wed himself to the last Princess of Ynkurando. It is considered the hub of all the kingdoms of old Ynkurando, and the Kings of Westrial were, until the time of Edmund the Atheling, considered first among equals in the South.

Ynkurando- of old the central and most important Royan kingdom. Three centuries before the Imperium it began to devolve into what was called the Hundred Kingdoms and so was easily subjugated by the Remulans and later, in the time of the Sendics, divided into the five kingdoms of Inglad, Westrial, Essail, Senach and Sussail.

Zahem- a primarily desert territory southwest of Westrial over the Siral Mountains, north of Solahn. It is dominated by the ethno-religious group who follow the teachings of Joses Zahem and regard him at the True Prophet of God.


THE ROYAN GODS



The Royan Gods generally rule over a part of the cosmography as well as patron certain virtues. Some of them serve as national gods to other people and seem to have no specific attributes. The relations between some are confused and whole branches of philosophy are devoted to how several or all of them are the same. In addition, according to old Royan tradition, many of the Royan Gods have avatars, different personages through which they have visited the earth to aid creation.




Addiwak- Goddess of Heaven and of the Rains. She is also Goddess of the Seasons, seen as the sister of Amana, she is the chief Goddess of Chyr. With Amana and Varayan she is part of the Triad. Like Addiwak her chief aspect is compassion though she is sought out as a goddess of science, music and scholarship where Amana is sought out as Goddess of intuition. Another name for her is Ulamé.

Annar, Annatar, Adaon Varayan- the High One, each of his names indicate a different devotion and possibly incarnation. Adaon is the Shepherd and Lover revered by the Blue Priesthood while Annatar and Annar are the crafty magician and teacher revered by the orders of mages and scholars. All forms of him are Varayan as the Beloved One and the Black One and Lord over all. He and his sisters are the only Old Gods who make it into the New Faith, there envisioned as the Triad, and the Ard is seen by the New Faith as and the Old Ones as an incarnation of him. By the Blue Order, the most recent incarnation of Varayan is Ohean Pennanyn.

Aiuryn is the Goddess of the Abyss. There is some debate over who her children are, the Three Brothers. Amana and Addiwak counted among them. She is absolutely not the mother of Varayan or of Tethys, both being called her fosterchildren, or her neice and nephew.

Amana- Goddess of the Earth and especially the Mountains. She is personified as big boned, full breasted with long coiling hair and wide apart eyes. Her chief place of worship is the Rootless Isle Ylen Amsahar, her chief priestesses of the Amsahar, though all the women of the Rootless Isle are not her priestesses.

Arddu- Death, or the psychopomp leading souls to the land of the dead, may be Varayan or may be Ostos. Some believe Arddu is only a title.

Erkovan and Eskovan- The Sky Twins, creators of the universe and lovers of Varayan in the mythos of the Blue Temple. See Vayu.

Nesephone- Queen of the Land of the Dead, the Springtime and the Sleeping earth, daughter of Amana though some think she and Amana are the same. Goddess of Change and Rebirth.

Olea- (Alliyah) Goddess of the Heavens and Queen of the Kokaubeam.

Ostos- God of the World of the Dead.

Osumari- God of the Rainbow

Tethys- Goddess of the Waters, especially the deep sea. Her sign is the Whale. She is prayed to be all Solahni sailors and revered by the people of the Spice and Spiral Isles. Her daughter is the Oceanid Doris and the Vykast Vomor. Among her granddaughters are the Nereids, and her great grandchildren are the Merfolk. She is invoked in trances and prophecy, being identified with depth and flow.

Varayan- the all Encompassing One. He is identified with the World Serpent, though he is thought not to simply encompass the universe, but pervade all of it and keep it moving. His color is blue and he is foremost revered by the mages of the Hidden Tower. His chief temples are in Rheged though the New Faith identified him, or his incarnation as the Ard, with their God.

Vayu- sometimes called Vayu-Varayan, he is the God of the Great Overarching Sky, lord of storms and considered to be both the lover of Varayan and consort of Addiwak. In iconography is like unto Varayan, being young and blue with black hair and broad shoulders. The distinction between himself and Varayan is that Lord Varayan bears a flute while Vayu bears a lightning bolt. Vayu and his brothers are considered to be the fosterchildren of Amana. Sometimes Vayu and Varayan are called/ substituted by Erkovan and Eskovan.

Xbalanque- the Serpent of the Sun, revered by the Tribes of Southern Westrial, Sussail, and Zahem and exalted in Solahni temples, Xbalanque is the God of the Sun and all fire, and the younger brother of Vayu. In the Royan lands he is also called Bel or Belmarine.

Xocalotl- Xbalanque’s twin, the youngest of the Three Brothers, also called the Black and White One. He is God of the Night, and of the Moon and when paired with Varayan, God of Sexual, especially Homosexual Lust. His proper offering is chocolate, which is named for him. His semen in the Milky Way.
 
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That was a beautiful ending to The Book of the Blue House! I liked where things left off and look forward to reading what is happening 2 years later! The appendices were very interesting too so thanks for them. Great writing and I look forward to more soon!
 
Oh, I'm glad you enjoyed. As you can tell this was a rougher draft than some and there will be a more expanded form of this story eventually, but when we return to these folks, or to this world, it will be a whole new story.
 
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