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The Forgotten Gods of Aolyth


The Fir Bolg Gods


These spirits were worshiped by the tribes of men that once roamed Aolyth. After a great war with the Tuatha, the remaining clans retreated to the mountains or assimilated themselves with the Andruness arrivals. Lost to time, the knowledge and power of these spirits is being rediscovered in the ancient ruins of the Fir bolgs and in the teachings of the high mountain tribes.

Erawyn- “The bowman”,” The Wearer of Skins”” The bastard”. He is the god of winter and hunting. He is known as a shape changer, a great liar, short tempered, and a revenge god. The most extreme practitioners of his worship follow the mysterious and bloody priestess known as the huntress. While his priestess is regarded as a cruel forest witch, Erawyn himself is not an evil god. Erawyn's followers are mostly rangers, woodsmen, and archers.

Lugaid- “ The Bull God”. Lugaid is the God of summer, battle, and the raising of domestic animals. He is often depicted as both a boy with a shepherd's crook or a man with sword. Lugaid is considered the model of a virtuous man; attractive, honorable, and skilled with weapons but slow to use them. He is not as cunning as his half brother Erawyn but far stronger and more beloved. Lugaid's followers are mostly herdsmen and warriors.

Aíne- “ The Flower” “ The Muse.” Aíne is the goddess of spring and romantic love. She is known as a great beauty, muse to artists, and fickle in nature. She is the bride of the Tuathan god Valineal and spends winters in his otherworldly garden. Her followers are mostly artists and lovers and preach that the pleasure and beauty of life is fleeting like the flowers of spring. While generally considered a good and gentle goddess, she is know to be forgetful, vain, and capricious.

Modron- “ The Hearth” “ The Weaver” She is the great mother to Aine, Lugaid, and Erawyn and goddess of the Autum harvest. For most of the year she sits at her loom and weaves the tapestry of history. She must also tend to the great hearth fire at Avalloch and keep house there. In Autumn she drapes the land in the colors of her weaving and with sickle grants a bountiful harvest on its people. She is portrayed as anchor of the family, strong willed, and more practical than her husband. Modran he is the ideal mother, wife, and woman.

Dagda- “ Law giver” “ The Great King” “ The Craftsman”. Dagda is the great father god and king of Avalloch. He is a master carpenter, stonecutter, smith, and leather worker. He taught these trades to men and gave them their cod of laws. Dagda is often depicted crowned, still in his leather apron, sitting in judgment.

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Myth: The Birth of Modron


In early times before the creation of men, Dagda the craftsman was lonely. The spirit peers of the island though friends did not share his knowledge of tools and did not feel the same joy in his heart for a day’s labor and its bounty. They could not provide sympathy for the heaviness in his weary limbs or relief for his aching because they knew nothing of toil or work. They laughed at his loneliness when he spoke of it, and urged him to take a lovely nymph spirit as concubine, not understanding his longing was for more than a mate.

One night Dagda, particularly annoyed with taunting’s by the fey court, retired to his glowing forge for comfort and distraction. A shape for a new tool came to his mind, though the purpose of it was not yet conceived. For hours he worked the metal baptizing it in fire and hardening it with hammerings. He shaped it with delicate care and curved it into a crescent shape. When at last the tool was to his liking he quenched its red hot metal in water, but not before carelessly cutting his palm upon the edge.

In that moment Modron sprung forth from the steam of he quenching sickle. Her hair as scarlet and waving as the furnace flame, her form as round and curved as the sickles blade but with a will as hard at its steel. Her mind was industrious as Dagda’s sweat, but her temperament nurturing from the craftsman’s hands, while her heart, born out of his blood, beat with Dagdas same wants and longings.
Dagda desired her at once as his companion in life and plead for her to stay with him in his workshop. Modron was not convinced and instead fled his den with her sickle in hand and ran away to the forest where she remained until her woo-ing.


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The Wooing of Modron
 
After her birth Modron fled into the wild hills of Avalloch, afraid to lose her freedom to Dagda in marriage. This distressed the mighty Dagda who was much in love with Modron sond he set about at work to woo the autumn haired woman.
 
While Dagda worked Mordon lived among the plants and creatures of the wild and learned new works of her own. From brother ram she learned that the wool of beasts can protect against cold and wet and from sister spider that this the wool can be spun and woven into garments thick. From the field hens she learned that the seeds of grasses could nourish and feed, and from the robin that this grass could be baskets to carry. From mother bear she learned the golden bounty of bees was sweet and could be gathered, and from the pixies that flowering plants could heal.
 
On and on she watched, and worked, and plowed, and sewed and gathered. The forests of avalloch became orchards, the prairies transformed to fields of oats, and the woolly creatures of the hills into docile flocks. One day Dagda found her in her field. To win her heart he had forged her a fine gold chain to wear about her neck, and a golden girdle with gems. Modron laughed at the gifts and threw it to the ground without care for they held no purpose but to be pretty. Dagda was at first angry that his unparalleled work should be cast away but his heart softened when he saw Modron bend and cut bundles of wheat from the field with her sickle. Modron had given useful purpose to the new tool and Dagda came to see all the work she had done in the wilds around them. He fell even deeper in love with Modron, recognizing that his heart and hers were one in the same, and retreated back to his workshop knowing at last what would win the heart of the harvest maid. From trees in her orchard he crafted a loom and spinning wheel and brought these to Modron. To please her further he made a chariot for her rams and the gold chains of the girdle and necklace were transformed into its reins and rigging.

These gifts pleased modron, though she was still wary of marriage and asked Dagda, "Why should I give up myself to your rule as husband? Why should my freedom be lost at your gain?" Dagda smiled and replied, " I desire not servant or slave, but partner. Not one to rule, but to be my friend, my intimate, my kindred spirit. Who will share in my joys and my loss, my burdens and my bounty. A soul with whom the union of my own will make us both better from the blending."

This proposal made Modron blush with all the colors of Autumn and at last accept a husband joyfully.

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