In the heart of Gaul lies a town called Cenabum, known today as Orléans. Flowing through this town is a significant river named the Loire, which played a vital role for the local inhabitants. The town had a special bond with this river, as it served as a pivotal hub for trade and business activities. Numerous discoveries have been made in this region, ranging from African coins to Greek wine containers, suggesting that people from distant places gathered along the banks of the Loire in Cenabum.
Cenabum must have been quite a spectacle. Historical records indicate that it was a bustling center for trade and craftsmanship and served as the annual meeting point for the Senodruides, particularly within the territory of the Carnutes. Whether it truly was Cenabum is still a subject of speculation.
The Name Cenabum
The celtic word “Cen” (‘point’) and “Avon” (‘Water’) suggest a point on the Water.
Histoire de Villes de France”, Paris, 1855, p. 575 ff
Place of Distribution
Jacques L. Pons
The Sky Falls
As the Sonnos (sun) began to pierce through the storm clouds of Taranis, Sonnos’ rays gracefully swept across the sky, pushing away the dark shroud and bathing the land in a warm embrace. With a final check on your cargo, you prepared to embark on your journey to Carnutica. This bustling town, the heart of Gaul, lay nestled in Cenabum. Just as Litauia’s womb was known for its fertility, Cenabum was renowned for its prosperity.
Guiding your boat to the shore, you felt a single raindrop on your skin, and your gaze turned skyward to find the clouds reconvening as swiftly as they had dissipated. The ever-changing temperament of the Thunderer, Taranis, remained as unpredictable as ever, a thought that crossed your mind as you stepped onto the welcoming wooden planks of the dock. Laughter, infused with the innocent joy of children playing with polished bones, wafted through the air, momentarily distracting you from the imminent rain.
Passing through the gates, the vibrant streets of Cenabum unfolded before you. Initially overwhelming, the symphony of hammer strikes and animated conversations quickly became a harmonious backdrop. The expertly crafted swords forged by skilled metalsmiths caught your eye, as did the newly gilded jewelry from the hands of the goldsmiths. The glint of sunlight was almost blinding, but your attention was soon captivated by the intricate wine barrels just beyond. Amidst this scene, a sudden commotion erupted as a wagon careened down the crowded street, disconnecting from its steed and spilling grains in its wake. You contemplated assisting, yet your focus shifted to the enchanting melody and lyrics of a nearby bardos, drawing you into their captivating performance.
Continuing your journey towards the town center, the sights and scents of exotic goods from distant lands enveloped you. Cenabum was undoubtedly a trader’s paradise, a realm of endless possibilities. Nearing your destination, the clash of swords and the calls of warriors engaged in spirited combat reached your ears. Although these warriors were among your most valued customers, their presence always hinted at the potential for conflict. Today, however, they seemed at ease, their camaraderie evident in their merriment. One of these warriors, catching sight of your newcomer status, extended an invitation for a drink, an offer you gratefully accepted given the unease that had settled since the wagon mishap.
Just as you were about to savor your drink, a sudden collision sent you stumbling and ultimately tumbling to the ground. As you looked up, you were met with a vision of resplendent clothing in a myriad of hues, the glimmer of meticulously crafted chainmail, and the radiant gleam of a golden brooch and torc.
With a firm hand, the warrior-chief extended his assistance, his voice resonating with a mixture of gruffness and urgency. The air was charged with curiosity and a hint of trepidation as he rallied his fellow warriors, a sense of impending action palpable in his tone. Intrigued and somewhat apprehensive, you followed his lead down a narrow path that wound its way into a verdant forested area. Yet, your steps came to an abrupt halt as you laid eyes on intricately carved wooden statues of Deuoi, gods that were unfamiliar to you.
Turning your gaze towards a clearing in the woods, you observed a diverse assembly of people gathered around a select group. They spoke, and all listened with rapt attention—an unusual scene that stirred a disquieting sensation within you. The Druides, as you assumed, emanated an air of mystique, their words carrying an enigmatic quality that was difficult to grasp. Among them, a group of Uatis conversed, their discourse seeming like a blend of cryptic incantations and elusive wisdom.
Suddenly, from all directions, the haunting notes of the Carnyx resounded, filling the air with their haunting melody. Your gaze involuntarily lifted to the sky, revealing the clouds that had been on the horizon now looming overhead. As if guided by an unseen force, you found yourself sinking to your knees before the wooden Deuoi.
Thanks to Casnis for the guidance in words to create this story.
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