Whispers in Carnuticâ, Cauaroi and the Natrix

Gaulish Druidism, Gaulish Polytheism

Deep in the heart of Carnuticâ, many stories are told. Some of these stories are brought in by our traders and warriors. Some of them are from far-off lands. And some of these are stories told through the ages. 

One such story is of the Cauaroi (Giants) and the mighty Natrix (serpent). It is said that ages ago, a Mighty Warband led their people out of a dying land to find fertile grounds to make their new home. These people come from the East of the unknown. On their incredible journey, they came upon Cauaroi so big they pierced the sky above. They spent years battling them as they stood in the way of a better life. They gave great devotion, but the Cauaroi seemed not to care about it like their great Deuoi. Many people died of hunger and from the elements that the Cauaroi threw their way. Some people got so entranced with the Cauaroi that they ended up making a deal with them and staying in their care. High up in the battle, you could see down below an enormous blue Natrix coiling its way. Others made their way out but only to be caught in the great blue Natrix coils. Others fought and managed to escape the great Natrix to make it into the fertile lands.

Here in Carnuticâ, most of us have never seen these Cauaroi or the great blue Natrix as for us, they are only tales from long ago. In our hill lands, the people speak of the great Cauaroi and the danger of crossing the threshold of the mighty Natrix. This Natrix separates the tame from that which is untamed, the wilds and the civilized. Only those great with a spear should be tempted to walk into those lands in the west, as the slightest footstep will awaken them from their slumber.

These are some of the whispers heard from around fires. Every once in a while, you can listen to the Bardoi sing and tell these stories about such things. Each Bardoi has many versions of the same tales, some full of imagery and some full of morals. 


The Cauaroi are the Alps the Natrix is the Rhine river.

This is not a myth but a legend to reference stories to come.

Thanks to Artocatos for sparking my interest.

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