The Feast of the Gods
Bacchus the god of wine came unto Khoreg, bearing two bottles, and Khoreg poured both into one goblet and drank and said, “I needed that.”
Bacchus drank also and said, “They do go rather well together don’t they?”
So Khoreg took his ease and slept amid the slain.
When Khoreg awoke he looked around and the world seemed grim. He said unto Bacchus, “I will not try that again.”
And Bacchus replies, “That is what they all say, I say it every morning.”
And Khoreg took another drink and the world seemed a brighter place.
Bacchus called forth more drink of all kinds and flavours and all the gods drank and celebrated their victory. The Sun rose a dozen times upon the victory feast.
This was the only time all the gods and goddess were in harmony.
The creature Gelgerrigoth was slain and the gods defeated the creatures that came against them. Khoreg had led them to victory.
And for thirteen days all the gods of all the races feasted together and were glad.
The Ogre God sang the worst song he knew and the Lady Chasitity just sniggered.
Khoreg reclined close to where Bacchus poured the finest mead and the Elixir that Khoreg had himself invented.
And it seemed good to Khoreg that Hecate the goddess of dark magic should rest against his shoulder. Khoreg and Hecate were as one that night.
On the thirteenth day Khoreg found the world more grim than it had been before. The Dwarf God said, “Drink of the river.”
And Khoreg drank of the river and stopped all its flow but the world was still grim.
The Dryadd Goddess said, “Take a piece of the bark from the tree beside the river and chew it.” And Khoreg did so, and then he slept.
When Khoreg awoke and the world was bright once more he said to the Goddess, “That’s one hell of a tree you have there, I’ll keep that as sacred.”
After the feast of the gods the deities went about finding themselves dwellings.
The elven gods went into the forests or built high towers of pearl. All save one who took the form of a spider and crept into the depths of the earth.
The Dwarf gods carved halls of stone in the hills and the human gods sought places where food would grow. All the gods chose a place.
But Khoreg had no abode and wandered far into the mountains with other warlike gods and fought the giants and dragons there.
In all this time the wind blew only from the east, for there were no other winds and all the world save where the gods dwelt was bleak.
And Khoreg came down from the mountains and all the gods and goddesses asked him where he would dwell.
So Khoreg looked around at the slender elf towers and the wide dwarf caverns. At the welcoming human halls and open lands of the centaurs.
And Khoreg said, “I will dwell somewhere strong.”
And Khoreg went to a lonely crag.
There in a single night arose his dwelling. He turned the very void into its moat and built might walls and sturdy gates, massive towers and cunning mazes.
And as the dawn came he rested and Looked upon his works and was satisfied.
When he had chosen the place of her dwelling, Hecate took the seed of Khoreg and brought forth children, a son and a daughter.
The son she gave to Khoreg to care for and that son was weaned on mead.
The son was taught to hold a dagger as soon as he could walk.
And the daughter was weaned on the strange foods of the house of Hecate.
At his birth the son of Khoreg was named Baynne. Though he drank like his father, he took little joy in the wielding of weapons.
And he walked the darkest places of the fortress of Khoreg.
But Khoreg banned him form the wine cellar.
Baynne then, to his father’s delight took to spending his time in the armoury watching weapons made.
“If he cannot be a warrior a crafter of fine weapons is still good.” Were the words of Khoreg to Hecate.
After Baynne has spent a whole year Grafting weapons he used the forge to make darts of magic.
And the forge was made cold and never would its fire burn again.
Khoreg had to trade a small lake of ale to the Dwarven gods to build a new forge.
So Khoreg Spoke to Hecate.
And Hecate told how her daughter learned little magic but bent wands by wielding them as though they were swords.
And thus was she driving Hecate to distraction.
So Hecate cared for Baynne and Khoreg cared for his sister. And all was content.
The hands of Baynne became skilled in the wielding of all his mother’s arts.
Long were the summers in the Lands of the gods.
And Baynne sported beneath the trees with the daughters of the Dryad Goddess.
They drank cider and blessed the trees where the apples grew.
Though this was a time of bliss for Baynne he knew that he would need to find a dominion of his own.
Bacchus drank also and said, “They do go rather well together don’t they?”
So Khoreg took his ease and slept amid the slain.
When Khoreg awoke he looked around and the world seemed grim. He said unto Bacchus, “I will not try that again.”
And Bacchus replies, “That is what they all say, I say it every morning.”
And Khoreg took another drink and the world seemed a brighter place.
Bacchus called forth more drink of all kinds and flavours and all the gods drank and celebrated their victory. The Sun rose a dozen times upon the victory feast.
This was the only time all the gods and goddess were in harmony.
The creature Gelgerrigoth was slain and the gods defeated the creatures that came against them. Khoreg had led them to victory.
And for thirteen days all the gods of all the races feasted together and were glad.
The Ogre God sang the worst song he knew and the Lady Chasitity just sniggered.
Khoreg reclined close to where Bacchus poured the finest mead and the Elixir that Khoreg had himself invented.
And it seemed good to Khoreg that Hecate the goddess of dark magic should rest against his shoulder. Khoreg and Hecate were as one that night.
On the thirteenth day Khoreg found the world more grim than it had been before. The Dwarf God said, “Drink of the river.”
And Khoreg drank of the river and stopped all its flow but the world was still grim.
The Dryadd Goddess said, “Take a piece of the bark from the tree beside the river and chew it.” And Khoreg did so, and then he slept.
When Khoreg awoke and the world was bright once more he said to the Goddess, “That’s one hell of a tree you have there, I’ll keep that as sacred.”
After the feast of the gods the deities went about finding themselves dwellings.
The elven gods went into the forests or built high towers of pearl. All save one who took the form of a spider and crept into the depths of the earth.
The Dwarf gods carved halls of stone in the hills and the human gods sought places where food would grow. All the gods chose a place.
But Khoreg had no abode and wandered far into the mountains with other warlike gods and fought the giants and dragons there.
In all this time the wind blew only from the east, for there were no other winds and all the world save where the gods dwelt was bleak.
And Khoreg came down from the mountains and all the gods and goddesses asked him where he would dwell.
So Khoreg looked around at the slender elf towers and the wide dwarf caverns. At the welcoming human halls and open lands of the centaurs.
And Khoreg said, “I will dwell somewhere strong.”
And Khoreg went to a lonely crag.
There in a single night arose his dwelling. He turned the very void into its moat and built might walls and sturdy gates, massive towers and cunning mazes.
And as the dawn came he rested and Looked upon his works and was satisfied.
When he had chosen the place of her dwelling, Hecate took the seed of Khoreg and brought forth children, a son and a daughter.
The son she gave to Khoreg to care for and that son was weaned on mead.
The son was taught to hold a dagger as soon as he could walk.
And the daughter was weaned on the strange foods of the house of Hecate.
At his birth the son of Khoreg was named Baynne. Though he drank like his father, he took little joy in the wielding of weapons.
And he walked the darkest places of the fortress of Khoreg.
But Khoreg banned him form the wine cellar.
Baynne then, to his father’s delight took to spending his time in the armoury watching weapons made.
“If he cannot be a warrior a crafter of fine weapons is still good.” Were the words of Khoreg to Hecate.
After Baynne has spent a whole year Grafting weapons he used the forge to make darts of magic.
And the forge was made cold and never would its fire burn again.
Khoreg had to trade a small lake of ale to the Dwarven gods to build a new forge.
So Khoreg Spoke to Hecate.
And Hecate told how her daughter learned little magic but bent wands by wielding them as though they were swords.
And thus was she driving Hecate to distraction.
So Hecate cared for Baynne and Khoreg cared for his sister. And all was content.
The hands of Baynne became skilled in the wielding of all his mother’s arts.
Long were the summers in the Lands of the gods.
And Baynne sported beneath the trees with the daughters of the Dryad Goddess.
They drank cider and blessed the trees where the apples grew.
Though this was a time of bliss for Baynne he knew that he would need to find a dominion of his own.
Cultural Reception
The feast of the Gods seems to be a commonly accepted event in most of the churches and religions of Teutonia. however their are varians. For example many who believe in the trinity of the gods believe that Bane is not the son of Khoreg but the father. How exactly this alters the events of the feast varies from belief to belief.
Regardless of the difference in belief the Feast of the Gods has become a nationwide celebration for most people in Teutonia, a time to celebrate the gods by feasting themselves.
Feast of the Gods
Regardless of the difference in belief the Feast of the Gods has become a nationwide celebration for most people in Teutonia, a time to celebrate the gods by feasting themselves.
Feast of the Gods
Date of First Recording
Unknown
Date of Setting
Before the Creation of the World
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