#deret beshelar

[calaathmaza]

[ID: a three panel comic depicting maia, cala, beshelar, and eshevis tethimar from the goblin emperor. 1) maia seated at the throne, his nohecharei behind him. he looks very weary and is saying, "what is your concern, dach'osmer tethimar?" the nohecharei look on past maia in suspicion and disapproval. 2) a closeup of tethimar, looking darkly upward and saying, "our concern...? our concern is..." he launches up, pulling a long, thin knife through the air, cloak billowing behind him as he says, "A KNIFE!" 3) cala and beshelar crowd in front of maia, who looks horrified. cala holds up a hand crackling with maz, and beshelar raises one arm in front of him, the other shielding maia. both are yelling, "NO!!!" end ID]

let me see what you have!!!! A KNIFE

this was @lollians 's idea thank you my beloved

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[thereadingmoon]

yall i need to know more about beshelar's social life. i need to know about his friends. his family. because he is so disagreeable and opinionated that he blurts his thoughts out at his emperor. that is probably a quarter of a quarter of his power. he is a mouthy motherfucker. he has opinions about everything and he lets people KNOW IT. i'm half-sure that his superiors only let him rise to the ranks to becoming a nohecharis despite his lip because at least it's pro-monarchist yapping. he'd recite back uniform requirements at his superior when he notices that they forgot to tuck in their tunic right. he is the horribly blunt friend people go ask advice from when they know it's time to stop fucking around, but honestly he doesn't even wait for permission before deadass reading his friends for filth, and you know what, i already know my boi is right. beshelar.

[waestlandbaby]

The way friendship is a central theme of the Goblin Emperor, the way Maia chose Cala and Beshelar as his two closest companions in a ritual that would have them in the place of his two closest friends. The way Cala's rebuke of Maia not being allowed to think of them as friends hurt him more than the attempted coup for his throne (and in fact) may have aided in Dazhis' betrayal, as Maia did not allow himself to know Dazhis. The way Cala and Beshelar and Telimezh and Kiru cared for Maia anyway, beyond their oath. The way the resolution of the story is Maia, acting for perhaps the first time as his own person under the title of Emperor and not as the person he knows he should be, declaring his care for Cala and Beshelar despite what he should feel and acknowledging their relationship as a unique kind of friendship. I love them all so much.

[heyitsrink]

Then we will be a different sort of friends.

[baladric]

crown prince chenelu drazhar is a beautiful name for the breaking of the cycle of generational trauma

(beshelar has younger sisters, i am right)

[tartan-tardis]

Someone just give Edrehasivar VII a hug

[fleursdesmorts]

i love their relationship

[unremarkablelunacy]

Among the characters I like in The Goblin Emperor, Deret Beshelar especially amuses me. Maya is pretty perceptive about personalities and intentions, so when he initially made the wrong assumption about Beshelar, I assumed the same thing.

The truth, though, is that Beshelar is perfectly suited to be the well-starched governess of a 10-year-old prince or princess, yet his job completely frustrates his need to mother-hen his charge. You can't reprimand the emperor.

So Beshelar has to stand behind Maya and heat up like a teakettle, hissing out steam when he just can't contain himself anymore.

"Serenity! You cannot! What of....What of your bedchamber? You cannot appear before a woman in only your nightshirt!"

That would be appallingly improper! *clutches pearls*

I am dying.... What are you gonna do when he gets married, Beshelar?

He's officially just a bodyguard, but he's determined to protect Maya from alllll the things.

[k-she-rambles]

By far one of the more interesting things in the coup aftermath is Beshelar (and Cala, but mostly Beshelar) having a crisis over the fact that Edrehasivar does not necessarily trust him and it may partially be his fault.

[calastrophe]

two a them...

[ID: Full-color shaded digital illustration of Cala Athmaza and Deret Beshelar from The Goblin Emperor from the waist and chest up respectively, on a gradiented dull green background. They are standing next to each other at a 3/4 view, Cala slouching and looking down at Beshelar with a smile, while Beshelar stares straight ahead, frowning. Cala has pointed ears, pale skin, wavy and wispy white hair, and round glasses. His hair is in a messy braid, and he’s wearing pale blue robes. Beshelar has pointed ears, pale skin, and straight white hair in a top-knotted undercut. He is wearing red robes and gray metal armor with brown leather straps. Both of them are wearing silver earrings and a maroon sash with gold embroidery depicting a snarling cat. End ID.]

[calaathmaza]

would you fuck your clone

ID: digital portraits of several characters from The Goblin Emperor, with captions from the “would you fuck your clone” poll meme. In order: Beshelar with a stern expression and the caption “I don’t want to fuck my clone because that would be gay sex and I’m not gay.” scribbled next to him with an arrow pointed at him are the words, “is gay.” Csoru smirking deviously with the caption, “I’m not gay, but I would actually totally fuck my clone.” scribbled next to her with an arrow pointed at her are the words, “also gay.” Vedero looking down at a book with the caption, “I’m gay, but I still don’t want to fuck my clone, that’s gross and weird.” Maia wringing his hands with a worried expression, captioned, “I would not have sex with my clone because what if my clone is evil.” Celehar looking tired and miserable with the caption, “I don’t want to fuck my clone because my self-loathing is THAT strong.” Csevet holding some papers looking self-satisfied and the caption, “I’d fuck my clone because who would know better how to fuck ME than ME?” Cala staring straight ahead with a blank expression and an unsettlingly wide smile captioned, “I’d totally do all sorts of weird things to my clone I’d be too embarrassed to ask someone else to do.” Csethiro with a fencing saber resting on one shoulder, captioned, “It’s basically the same as masturbating, right? So no big deal.” Telimezh, looking outraged and making an “x” with his arms, captioned, “It’s not the same as masturbating; it’d be like having sex with your twin. Wrong and bad!” Iäna smiling angelically, captioned, “Not only would I have sex with my clone, I’d probably make a bunch of clones and just get it on with all of them at once because that’s how pro-clone fucking I am.” Lord Berenar holding a glass of wine and smiling, captioned, “To be honest, fucking my clone has always been my fantasy.” end ID

BONUS:

ID: a sketch of Kiru rubbing her chin in deep thought, captioned, “would that count…?” end ID

[deretbeshelar]

ID: a drawing of beshelar from the goblin emperor edited into a facebook post. the body of the post is submitted by katie dawson to the group "dogspotting" in new york, and reads "This hot pink bitch was named breakfast!!!" He is a slender young elf with thinning white hair in an undercut bun and a blue military uniform, standing with his back to the wall beside a doorway, glaring downward and away with a deep, stressed flush. end ID

[searchingforserendipity25]

Drinks With Friends | The Goblin Emperor

The emperor of the Ethuveraz and his nohecharei walk into a bar - Well. Beshelar limped, mostly. Cala supported him, an operation made somewhat more difficult with how they insisted in keeping Maia safely between them.

“Oh, let us,” Maia said, too afraid to be mild and all out of patience with propriety.

It was, he thought, a sign of how fraught matters were, that he did not even feel badly for snapping; and a mark of Beshelar's character that even grimacing in pain, his appalled look was so distinctive.

"Serenity," he said, grudgingly. At Beshelar’s grudging nod Maia took on some of his weight with an arm around his shoulders.

Maia had braced for it, and almost staggered. A pair of guiding a group of young michen towards the festivities in the higher avenues looked at them and then away, plainly reproving.

Am veiled, at least, Maia mocked bitterly to himself. He shook his head away. Not the time for that, fool. He needed what wits he had clear enough to swallow the sour guilt from his mouth, and focus.

Cala's attention was on their pursuers, focused less on their steps that the streets around them; there was a good reason why the nohecharei of the body and the nohecharei of the spirit were vowed together, each with their own absorbing tasks, but Beshelar was not able to stand well-enough to do his own guarding presently.

Still, he was ever-focused on his charge, quick enough to help Maia take up Beshelar's weight.

“Pretend to be drunk,” Cala suggested out of the corner of his mouth. Maia, high-strung almost beyond bearing, nearly giggled at what Beshelar’s face did then.

They were not being followed. Almost certainly, Cala had said, just after they turned down the narrow alley under the arch, where three burstling streets met in a confusion of carriges and bunting; but almost was not nearly enough to lower their guard.

Maia was hardly an apt substitute - his mind kept leaping toward mad possibilities, imagining hidden daggers behind every worn door frame left ajar while the owners were out. For a brief, bitter moment he wished he were insignificant enough and selfish enough to walk inside of the townhouses with their worn stonework windowsills and tiled fronts, hide away from any seeking assassin without having his conscience weighted by the possibility of bringing danger to someone else's life.

One door, at least, was plainly open all the way.

They hesitated by the mouth of the street, keeping to what few shadows there were.

"Should we -"

"It is too much a risk," Beshelar ground out.

"We shall," Maia said, putting a courage he did not feel in his voice. "Cala, can you manage it?"

Cala's eyes unfocused for a moment. "There is a backdoor in the kitchen that goes two steps from the hidden entry to a common theater. If we place ourselves to the back of the room we could escape quickly, and make for the cover of the theater's basement and the catacombs underneath, until we find our way out of the city."

So it went, almost like a bad jest. The emperor of the Ethuveraz and his nohecharei walk into a bar -

Well. Beshelar limped, mostly. Cala supported him, an operation made somewhat more difficult with how they insisted in keeping Maia safely between them, an operation made somewhat more difficult with how they insisted in keeping Maia safely between them.

Maia had hoped there might have been an inn or rooms to let above the bar, but no such luck. The best to be done was to hide away in plain sight - "It can be done," Cala said, the soft curl of his voice lined with a strange inkling of steel. "The maz is simple enough, and the more convincing the simpler it is. Beshelar, how art?”

The sound of the door closing at their back would almost be a relief, if not for how Maia's heart leapt in his chest as he struggled to adapt his eyes to the dark room. What lighting there was spread itself dim and unenthusiastic over well-filled desks. It was the first time he went to a drinking place, and like as not the last. He might have enjoyed the change better if he were not still trembling with fear.

Beshelar grimaced. Under the grimy, scratched table, Maia felt him move his ankle, and stop very abruptly, before trying again. “A sprain only, maza. Nevermind that. Any news from our fellows?”

“Nought yet, since Kiru sent the message for flight,” Cala said. His eyes were on the door, the dark walls, the groups of shop-keepers and scribes huddling around their ale and their conversation; except that Maia had the unnerving impression that it was not his eyes that were surveying.

He turned those keen eyes on Maia. "Serenity," he whispered. "We hate to ask this of you."

But there was too much to focus on - the fear, and the indifferent faces turning to see who entered the bar, and looking for a place far back to sit upon. The men that had attacked Beshelar - that had attacked Maia, and been stopped by Beshelar - had used life steel, but there were many more dangers in the world besides hidden blades.

"Count on us," Maia ordered. "We shall keep guard, as you do your working." Then, speaking as the question came to him, aware of sounding a little ridiculous - "Only - is there ought we ought to do?"

"Stay where we are and be at ease," Cala said, and managed a taunt shadow of his usual smile. "As much as you can appear to be, Serenity. The thing I am to do is to blur the image of this table and those sitting around it, so the more credible we can be the easier it shall be. Beshelar knows how to." 

"It will be as we trained, maz," Beshelar said gruffly.

Maia had not thought to think of what nohecharei training was like - sword forms for one and strange books for the other he had supposed vaguely. The notion that the two of them, or the four perhaps, spent their spare hours playing maz hiding games for the benefit of his safety, would be hard to believe, if Beshelar were not so capable at it.

He moved in his seat, so that the military lines of his back eased, and his harmed leg spread out comfortably. The starched line of his collars was unbuttoned at the middle, and without support it seemed to crumple in the comfortable dishabille of a guard's man on holiday leave.

Something strange happened then. It seemed to Maia that though he knew him, and had only the day before spent many long meetings with Beshelar standing beside the door directly before his desk in the Governor's manse, he could not quite keep his focus on him without his eyes sliding away as they would on the blurred surface of a rainy window.

Maia raised Cala’s worn old cloak around his starched brocade to hide the white of his sleeves underneath, and steadied his breathing and the slant of his ears. No one had given the shout - no one had said, Hail, there the emperor! - but there were enough engravings of Maia on the papers, and he did enough public appearances that someone might recognize him, if Cala's spell failed.

The fear abated a little, moment by moment. The room was shockingly warm in comparison to the winter evening outside; it was more strength than Maia had to keep his fists from uncurling a little. The server came and returned with a basket of flatbread Maia pecked at and a triad of chalices they only pretended to bring to their mouth.

No one paid them any mind in particular.

He wondered what they saw, or their eyes thought they saw; they made a strange group, but there were stranger in the tables, and rising up to dance when a fiddler struck a tune. Most eyes were for the fireside, where some men sat singing in a warm, almost harmonious choir, and soon a flute and viol competed with the fiddle. It was Winternight, not yet noon; there were many songs to be had, in the streets and the drinking houses.

“Were we but anything and not ourselves, we would set aside the prayers, and spend the day at home, for we seem to have the most cursed birthday in the land,” Maia joked weakly.

Winternight, and the most important part of the emperor’s visit to the Southernmost Province. Even now, he ought to be in his guest quarters in the Governor’s household, sitting in the high stool while the edochorai brought out the fine net of silver and pearls the city council had offered the emperor, and that Nemer was so excited over presenting with certain choice combinations of Southern silks and embroideries. 

Without his cloak, Cala's robes were still plainly cut in the maza style, but few enough people met a maza for long. Beshelar was clearly a soldier by the set of his back and the engraving in his boots. Maia thanked Csetho that the drinking house they had chosen did appear to be popular with the city guard, who might have recognized his insignias.

And himself. There were other goblins, drinking and eating the noon meal, making ready for a merry night; and the attack had caught him at a rare moment of slightly diminished grandeur. The combs in his hair were silver, not gold, and subtle; his earrings and rings not very many. He might have been a rich man's son, merchant-born; a student of the University home for the holiday, or a young law-man. 

Most importantly, he was veiled for the temple; as were a good quarter of the people inside, and more even outside. If anything, the veil won a few wry looks from patrons who imagined the story for him - a religious family, and a young fellow scurrying off from prayer for a drink with friends before the celebrations.

He tried not to stare too much at Beshelar. That would be - revealing, he suspected, even with Cala's guise shrouding them from recognition.

“We know you shall not like it, but we must,” Maia whispered wretchedly. “If we had not insisted on visiting the temple for Winternight prayers, we would not be so easily isolated for an attack. “This is our fault. We - I should not have been so -” 

Witness, greedy hobgoblin, the Setheris that dwelt in his heart sneered. Hast the cunning of a door. Wantest play the peon in a play, and nevermind the weakness for thy enemies to make use of and thy nohecharei be wasted on thy whims.

Maia might have become stronger than ever he could have thought to be in Edonomee, both in will and in rank, could not quite silence him as he had often become able to.

At least, he thought wryly, he could look into himself and see what was memory and what was of his own making. Setheris would have little care for any servant of his, but even in his cruel imaginings he could not pretend to think of Beshelar or Cala or Telimezh or Kiru as anything other than his nohecharei, a thing different to all the devotions and services he was given. 

Even now, he did not know how Telimezh or Kiru were. They had held the way out; and Beshelar had been fought and tripped in the confusion of steps and shadows, making the way up from the dark chapels of Ulis, deep underground the monastery in the heart of the city.

Every time Maia closed his eyes he saw the sprawling mass of the would-be assassin in the steps, and felt again the lurch of horror when Beshelar almost failed to rise beside his enemy. 

“Serenity,” Beshelar gritted out. “We beg you not to apologize, It is us who must ask for pardon in shame, for failing you in this time.”

“Thou hast not ever failed me,” Maia said determinedly. His stomach turned with nerves once more. 

“Nor would we wish that you should be sorry for taking the opportunity to pray,” Cala said, using the plural. 

“Can we agree none of us ought to apologize, perhaps?”

Under the table, Beshelar was one tense and pained line. But he looked at him, as directly as he ever did, and nodded firmly.

 Maia wished strongly that he could offer some comfort. He had a mad notion of extending a hand in friendship, to be clasped as friends did, or more fiercely still. But he could not do it, whatever closeness there was between them, if he did not know Beshelar would welcome it. 

And he could not burden him with the question now. Guarding the emperor while being followed by treacherous enemies in a strange city while wounded was far from Beshelar’s preference, and almost more than he could bear. 

Maia was not certain he had not hit his head in the struggle; he was very still as one that might be sick if moved too sharply, the muscles of his face and neck pulled to a taunt pallor, and Cala’s brief examination had healed the worst of the damage under the skin, he knew enough about maz to know it was a battle-working, quick and efficient and of little use against pain.

Maia felt the stillness before the movement; Cala straightened. 

"The Governor and his staff have been apprehended, and Mer Aisava has identified the culprit. It seems the Governor's bursar has quietly been substituting the city guard with men loyal to his pay. His daughter is wed to the industrialists as opposed to the raising of the bridge. The men ordered to hold His Serenity are all accounted for," he said, and Maia heard Kiru’s intonation in his voice. "All among the dav are well. Serenity, preparations for the celebration in the town hall continue."

"That is as it ought to be," Maia confirmed.

Maia wilted in relief in his heart for only a little moment. Even Beshelar's unhappy mouth, Maia noted, eased its strained line. 

A slow, relieved smile moved across his face - he barely felt it, and could not have stopped it. 

The political muddle rose with pitiless clarity in his mind, and with it the certainty that there were at least half a dozen points he was missing; but he would not have the holy day ruined for it. "We shall join you presently."

Beshelar’s eyes, a little glassy and unguarded, were staring at Maia - at Maia’s smile. He could not look away; he ought to; he would not. 

On his other side, Cala twitched. Maia turned to look at him; but whatever quicksilver gleam there was in his eyes moved away swiftly. He turned away; the singers were rising to their feet now, their voices rising in a rounded swell, a call for cheers - he watched with the rest of the patrons, cheeks burning with the close air, pretending he had not been caught looking, that he had not been looked at.

"To Kiru," Maia said, giddy, and strove to press his shaking fingers to stillness. He could not bear to clap, but the relief and sudden silence left his light-headed; he was suddenly very aware of being thirsty, and hungry, and quite tired.

Again he thought of his lent boudoir, the work waiting for him. There would be Csevet's fear - poor, dear Csevet! - his list of meetings, missives, orders to give: the matter at hand was treason, and if he thought of it he would become more nauseous than anything else.

If he were not what he was -

Maia took a rash sip, barely at the tail end of the collective raising of the glasses, and made a horrible face. No one had ever quite had the cheek to offer purple absinthe to the emperor so far; he did not think any warning might have done it justice. 

Beside him, and entirely despite himself, Besheler huffed something like laughter, and silenced himself as quickly as he could. Cala's shoulders shook silently, grin barely hidden behind his hand, and with the other offered a flask of water.

"A little slower, perhaps," he teased, eyes creasing with his smile.

It was the smile that allowed Maia to feel steady again, more than the quiet. He allowed the alarm to soften over his own shoulders, as much as it ever did. If he leaned a little into Cala, and Beshelar kept his back to the door as he sat to his other side, that was nothing strange and remarkable: a dozen other young people in love did so on days of feasting all over Edrehasivar’s realm, and their small table was a safer place than much of the rest of the world just then.

[autistic-beshelar]

May we please hear more of your thoughts about autistic Beshelar?

yes you MAY

the ethuveraz does not have a word for autism. beshelar knows that there is something wrongbadbroken different about him, but he does not know what it is. (there are of course, many people who have their own little words for it. the athmazare, being a wizard school for wizards where people go to sit in a room and learn all about being wizards, is full of autism creatures, and they have their own terms for it. but those aren't terms beshelar knows, at least not yet.)

he didn't speak much until he was six. he still isn't super talkative for the most part, unless you get him talking about a special interest. he never totally loses the ability to talk, but he does sometimes find it very difficult if he's upset or particularly stressed.

special interests include: goats (grew up in a farming village). boats (saw one in a book one time, proceeded to demand as many books as possible about boats). he very rarely talks about these, but if you do manage to get him to feel comfortable enough to prepare for a 3 hour long power point presentation

to feel a texture... is to suffer. loud noises and bright sounds he does not like but he can cope with. but a TEXTURE? evil. this is a bitch that cuts all the tags off his shirts and has to wear a layer under his uniform bc it's too scratchy

he doesn't visibly stim. it is fairly obvious, in a world full of all the various isms in tge, why he doesn't visibly stim. when he was younger, he used to rock back and forth on his heels a lot, and does still occasionally get the urge to. mostly he clenches his jaw (rip in pieces now u have chronic pain) and curls his toes, and occasionally if he's nervous he does this lil blink/squeezing his eyes thing that's kind of halfway between a stim and a tic

he loves to ORGANISE. to put ITEMS into CATEGORIES. he is the image of the kid stacking blocks on the wikipedia autism page.

this is partly the ocpd but he genuinely cannot function without a routine. he has to know what he's doing every minute of every day and if things get disrupted he WILL have a meltdown. the meltdown is scheduled for 3am.

i have so many more things i could say but i will finish with a fun one. going back to texture: he enjoys a SOFT. a soft fur, or a wool. but the right kind of wool, bc of course he has very strong opinions about wool. he also enjoys a SMOOTH such as a perfectly tumbled stone or a piece of glass.

[baladric]

Gods, how breakable you all are—you, no less than him, even for all your coiled muscle, your immovable stance.

found a banger of a flash fic in my wips folder this morning 🥹

[loracarol]

The list of TGE characters, gods and places from the glossary, for fic reading/writing/etc.

This list contains some spoilers.

Aäno: maid at Edonomee; daughter of Kevo

Adremaza: the master of the Athmaz’are

Aisava, Csevet: a courier; Later Edrehasivar VII’s secretary

Aizheveth: Witness for the Wisdom of Choharo; scholar of the second rank

Akhalarna: a god

Alcethmeret: the emperor’s residence within the Untheileneise Court

Alchenada: a noble house

Alchenin: a noblewoman

Amalo: a city in Thu-Athamar

Anmura: god of the sun and god of war

Anmur’theileian: a fortress built by the elves in the Evressai Steppes; called Memory of Death and Carrion-Bones by the Nazhmorhathveras

Anvernel: a country across the Chadevan Sea

Ashedro: a city in Thu-Athamar; seat of a university

Ashevezhko: the Barizheise goddess of the sea

Athmaz’are: the institution of the mazei of the Ethuveraz

Athamara: a river of the Ethuveraz; meets the Istandaärtha at Cairado

Atterezh, Clemis: the emperor’s Master of Wardrobe

Aveio: a town in Thu-Evresar

Avris: one of the emperor’s edocharei

Bakhoree: a manor belonging to the Drazhada in Thu-Cethor

Barizhan: the Ethuveraz’s southern neighbor; the land of goblins

Barizhin: the languague of Barizhan

Bazhavada: a noble house

Bazhevar, Dalera: nephew of the Count Bazhevel

Bazhevel: a count of Thu-Tetar; father of Stano Bazhevin

Bazhevin, Stano: fiancée of Ciris Drazhar; daughter of the Count Bazhevel

Belmaliven IV (dec.): Belmaliven Zhas, the 123rd Emperor of the Elflands; brother of Belmaliven V; father of Belvesena XI and Belmaliven VI

Belmaliven V (dec.): Belmaliven Zhas, the 124th Emperor of the Elflands; brother of Belmaliven IV

Belmaliven VI (dec.): Belmaliven Zhas, the 126th Emperor of the Elflands; son of Belmaliven IV; brother of Belvesena XI

Beltanthiar III (dec.): Beltanthiar Zhas, the 113th Emperor of the Elflands; defended by Hanevis Athmaza from Orava the Usurper

Beltanthiar V (dec.): Beltanthiar Zhas, the 121st Emperor of the Elflands; a child emperor who did not live to see adulthood

Belthelema IX (dec.): Belthelema Zhas, the 88th Emperor of the Elflands; husband of Valestho Drazharan

Belu: a soldier of the Hezhethora

Belvesena XI (dec.): Belvesena Zhas, the 125th Emperor of the Elflands; son of Belmaliven IV; brother of Belmaliven VI

Berenada: a noble house

Berenar, Eiru: the Witness for the Treasury; later Lord Chancellor; husband of Anzhevo Berenaran

Berenaran, Anzhevo: wife of Eiru Berenar

Benevolence of Marigolds: a Barizheise steamship

Beshelar, Deret: First Nohecharis to Edrehasivar VII

Bralchenar, Evrenis: an airship worker; a follower of Curnar

Bromada: a noble house

Bromar: the Witness for Foreigners

Bucarezh: a comic novelist

Cairado: a city in Thu-Athamar

Cala Athmaza: First Nohecharis to Edrehasivar VII

Calestho: a town in Thu-Evresar

Cambeshada: a noble house

Cambeshin, Dinan: a playmate of Ino Drazhin

Carcethlened, Amu: a Barizheise poet

Celehada: a noble house

Celehar, Thara: a Witness for the Dead; kinsman to Csoru Drazharan

Celehel: a count of Thu-Cethor; father of Csoru Drazharan

Celvaz: a country bordering the Ethuveraz

Ceredada: a noble house

Ceredel: a marquess of Thu-Cethor

Ceredin, Csethiro: great-niece of Arbelan Drazharan; daughter of the Marquess Ceredel

Cetho: the city surrounding the Untheleneise Court

Cethora: a river of the Ethuveraz; meets the Istandaärtha at Zhaö

Cetho Workers League: an organization of the working class people of Cetho

Ceth’ulimeire: the ulimeire of Cetho

Cethoree: a manor belonging to the Drazhada; Arbelan Drazharan was relegated here by Varenechibel IV

Chadevan Sea: the ocean of Barizhan’s southern coast

Chavada: a noble house

Chavar, Nurevis: son of Uleris Chavar

Chavar, Uleris: Lord Chancellor of the Ethuveraz

Chavel: a viscount of Thu-Athamar; brother of Uleris Chavar

Chevarimai: a god whose cult was suppressed

Choharo: a city in Thu-Istandaär

Cloud Horses, the: a bar in Amalo

Clunethada: the principal house of Thu-Athamar

Clunethar, Orchenis: Prince of Thu-Athamar; husband of Uleviän Clunetharan

Clunetharan, Ebreneän (dec.): sister of Varenechibel IV

Clunetharan, Uleviän: daughter of the Duke Tethimel; wife of Orchenis Clunethar, Prince of Thu-Athamar

Convent of the Lighthouse-Keepers: a convent for votaries of Ashevezhkho in Urvekh’

Corat’ Arhos: Cruelty of Water; the sea serpent

Corat’ Dav Arhos: the palace of the Great Avar of Barizhan

Corazhas: advisers to the emperor; the Corazhas is composed of seven Witnesses: the Witness for the Judiciate, the Witness for the Prelacy, the Witness for the Universities, the Witness for the Treasury, the Witness for the Athmaz’are, the Witness for Foreigners, and the Witness for Parliament

Csaivo: goddess of rivers, water, birth, and healing

Csedo: a town in Thu-Istandaär

Csovar, Tanet: the Witness for the Emperor

Cstheio Caireizhasan: goddess of the stars, of wisdom, and of magic

Curnar (dec.): a philosopher; executed in the reign of Varevesena

Dachen Mura: the Greater Jewels of the emperor

Daiano: a town in Thu-Cethor, north of Ezho; noted for its mineral springs

Dalar, Evru (dec.): husband of Oseian Dalaran; lover of Thara Celehar

Dalaran, Oseian (dec.): wife of Evru Dalar

Danivada: a noble house

Danivaran, Aro: a noblewoman

Danivin, Thiriän: Aro Danivaran’s daughter

Dazhis Athmaza: Second Nohecharis to Edrehasivar VII

Deshehar: the Witness for the Parliament

Dorashada: a noble house of Thu-Cethor

Drazhada: the ruling house of the Ethuveraz

Drazhar, Cora: page boy in Csoru Drazharan’s household; Maia Drazhar’s third cousin

Drazhar, Ciris (dec.): second son of Varenechibel IV and Pazhiro Drazharan (third son of the emperor); fiancé of Stano Bazhevin; killed in the crash of the Wisdom of Choharo

Drazhar, Ermezhis (dec.): an archduke of the Drazhada; an invalid

Drazhar, Idra: Prince of the Untheileneise Court; son of Nemolis Drazhar and Sheveän Drazharan; brother of Ino Drazhar and Mireän Drazhar

Drazhar, Maia: only child of Chenelo Drazharan and Varenechibel IV (fourth son of the emperor); relegated by his father first to Isvaroë (with Chenelo Drazharan) and then to Edonomee (with Setheris Nelar); see also Edrehasivar VII

Drazhar, Nazhira (dec.): elder son of Varenechibel IV and Pazhiro Drazharan (second son of the emperor); killed in the crash of the Wisdom of Choharo

Drazhar, Nemera (dec.): see Varenechibel IV

Drazhar, Nemolis (dec.): Prince of the Untheileneise Court; son of Varenechibel IV and Leshan Drazharan; husband of Sheveän Drazharan; father of Idra Drazhar, Mireän Drazhar, Ino Drazhar; killed in the crash of the Wisdom of Choharo

Drazharan, Arbelan: first wife of Varenechibel IV; put aside for barrenness and relegated to Cethoree

Drazharan, Chenelo (dec.): second legitimate daughter of Maru Sevraseched, the Great Avar of Barizhan; fourth wife of Varenechibel IV; mother of Maia Drazhar; relegated to Isvaroë by Varenechibel IV, where she died

Drazharan, Corivero (dec.): an empress; an opera, The Dream of the Empress Corivero, was written about her

Drazharan, Csoru: fifth wife of Varenechibel IV; kinswoman to Thara Celehar

Drazharan, Leshan (dec.): second wife of Varenechibel IV; mother of Nemolis Drazhar and Nemriän Imaran

Drazharan, Parmeno (dec.): an empress

Drazharan, Pazhiro (dec.): third wife of Varenechibel IV; mother of Nazhira Drazhar, Ciris Drazhar, and Vedero Drazhin; died in childbirth

Drazharan, Valestho: the empress of Belthelema IX

Drazharan, Sheveän: Princess of the Untheileneise Court; wife of Nemolis Drazhar; mother of Idra Drazhar, Mireän Drazhin, and Ino Drazhin

Drazhin, Ino: younger daughter of Nemolis Drazhar and Sheveän Drazharan; sister of Idra Drazhar and Mireän Drazhar

Drazhin, Mireän: elder daughter of Nemolis Drazhar and Sheveän Drazharan; sister of Idra Drazhar and Ino Drazhar

Drazhin, Vedero: daughter of Varenechibel IV and Pazhiro Drazharan

Duchenada: a noble house

Duchenel: a count of Thu-Cethor

Duchenin, Loran: second daughter of the Count Duchenel; niece of Uleris Chavar

Ebremis: master chef of the Alcethmeret

Echana: a lieutenant of the Untheileneise Guard

Edonara: the marshes of western Thu-Evresar

Edonomee: a manor belonging to the Drazhada; Maia Drazhar and Setheris Nelar were relegated here by Varenechibel IV

Edrehasivar VI (dec.): Edrehasivar Zhas, the 182nd Emperor of the Elflands

Edrehasivar VII: Edrehasivar Zhas, the 209th Emperor of the Elflands; see also Maia Drazhar

Edretanthiar III (dec.): Edretanthiar Zhas, the 172nd Emperor of the Elflands

Edrethelema III (dec.): Edrethelema Zhas, the 185th Emperor of the Elflands; the architect of the current Untheileneise Court

Edrethelema IV (dec.): Edrethelema Zhas, the 186th Emperor of the Elflands; son of Edrethelema III; builder of the Untheileneise Court

Edrethelema V (dec.): Edrethelema Zhas, the 187th Emperor of the Elflands; son of Edrethelema IV; builder of the Untheileneise Court; had Lisethu Pevennin put to death

Edrethelema VI (dec.): Edrethelema Zhas, the 188th Emperor of the Elflands; son of Edrethelema V; builder of the Untheileneise Court

Edrethelema VIII (dec.): Edrethelema Zhas, the 192nd Emperor of the Elflands; a child emperor who did not live to see adulthood

Edrevechelar XIV (dec.): Edrevechelar Zhas, the 201st Emperor of the Elflands; great-great-great-great-great-granduncle of Maia Drazhar

Edrevechelar XVI (dec.): Edrevechelar Zhas, the 203rd Emperor of the Elflands; father of Varenechibel I

Edrevenivar (dec.): Edrevenivar Zhas, the 157th Emperor of the Elflands; known as Edrevenivar the Conqueror; united the eastern and western Ethuveraz

Erimada: a noble house

Esaran, Echelo: steward of the Alcethmeret

Esha: one of the emperor’s edocharei

Eshoravee: a manor belonging to the Tethimada

Esret: a Barizheise page boy in the service of Vorzhis Gormened

Estelveriär: a country bordering the Ethuveraz

Esthoramire: the prison of the Untheileneise Court

Ethuveraz: the Elflands

Ethuverazhid Mura: the crown of the Elflands

Ethuverazhid Zhas: the Emperor of the Elflands

Ethuverazhin: the language of the Elflands

Evresartha: a river of the Ethuveraz; meets the Istandaärtha at Ezho

Evressai Steppes: home of the Nazhmorhathveras

Ezho: a city in Thu-Cethor; founded in the gold rush of Varenechibel III’s reign

Glorious Dragon: the ship of Shaleän Sevraseched

Gormened, Nadaro: wife of Vorzhis Gormened; cousin of Chenelo Drazharan

Gormened, Vorzhis: Barizheise ambassador to the Untheileneise Court; husband of Nadaro Gormened

Habrobar: a maker of signets

Halezh: a master of the Clocksmiths’ Guild

Halezho, Avro: a member of the Clocksmiths’ Guild; sister of Nedaö Vechin

Hanevis Athmaza (dec.): nohecharis of Beltanthiar III

Haru: servant at Edonomee

Hezhethora: the traditional guards of the Great Avar of Barizhan

Honor of Csedo: an airship

Ilinveriär: a country bordering the Ethuveraz

Imada: a noble house

Imaran, Nemriän: daughter of Varenechibel IV and Leshan Drazharan; wife of the Marquess Imel

Imel: a marquess of Thu-Athamar; husband of Nemriän Imaran

Inver: a soldier of the Hezhethora

Isheian: servant in the Alcethmeret

Ishilar: a corporal of the Untheileneise Guard

Istandaärtha: the principal river of the Ethuveraz

Isthanada: a minor house

Isthanar: the Witness for the Universities

Isvaroë: a manor belonging to the Drazhada; Chenelo Drazharan and Maia Drazhar were relegated here by Varenechibel IV

Kevo: cook at Edonomee; mother of Aäno

Khel-Avezher: self-styled king of the Chadevan pirates

Khever: a groom in the Untheileneise Court

Kiru Athmaza: Second Nohecharo of Edrehasivar VII; replacement for Dazhis Athmaza; a cleric of Csaivo

Lanthevada: a noble house

Lanthevel: a marquess of Thu-Athamar; Presider of the House of Blood; uncle of Iviro Lanthevin

Lanthevin, Iviro: niece of the Marquess Lanthevel

Leilis Athmaza: tutor of Idra Drazhar

Lohaiso: a city of Thu-Evresar

Loyalty of Lohaiso: an airship

Mazan’theileian: the hall of the Athmaz’are in the Untheileneise Court

Michen Mura: the Lesser Jewels of the emperor

Michen’theileian: the emperor’s audience hall

Mich’othasmeire: the Temple of All Gods in the Untheileneise’meire

Narchanezhen, Atho: an airship worker; a follower of Curnar

Nazhmorhathveras: the People of the Night Sky, the inhabitants of the Evressai Steppes; at war with the Ethuveraz

Nazhcreis Dein: a witch of the Nazhmorhathveras; albino

Nelada: a minor house

Nelar, Setheris: relegated to Edonomee with Maia Drazhar by Varenechibel IV

Nelaran, Hesero: wife of Setheris Nelar

Nelozho: a town in Thu-Cethor

Nemer: one of the emperor’s edocharei

Neraiis: a servant in the household of Csoru Drazharan

Nethen Ford: a ford of the Tetara

Nethenada: a noble house

Nethenel, Pazhis: a count of Thu-Tetar

Nevennamire: the prison beneath the Untheileneise Court

Olchevada: a noble house

Omdar: a comic novelist

Orava: known as the Usurper; the only magic-user ever to attempt the throne of the Ethuveraz

Orimada: a noble house

Orimar: the Courier General

Ormevada: a noble house

Orshan: goddess of crops and farmers

Orthema, Verer: Captain of the Untheileneise Guard; husband of Reneian Orthemo

Orthemo, Reneian: wife of Captain Verer Orthema

Orseva: a senior canon of the Untheileneise’meire

Oshet: a Barizheise gardener in the Alcethmeret

Osreian: goddess of the earth, of earthquakes and disaster, of artists and makers

Ozhis: a novice of the Athmaz’are

Parliament: the Parliament of the Ethuveraz comprises two houses, the House of Blood and the House of Commons

Pashavada: a noble house

Pashavar: the Witness for the Judiciate; husband of Ailano Pashavaran

Pashavar, Corvis: a young nobleman

Pashavaran, Ailano: wife of Lord Pashavar

Pashavel: a duke of Thu-Cethor

Pelar: Witness for the Wisdom of Choharo; scholar of the second rank

Pelchara: servant at Edonomee

Perenched, Ursu: natural daughter of Maru Sevraseched; a sea captain’s wife

Pevennada: an extinct noble house

Pevennin, Lisethu (dec.): a lady of the last house to lead a rebellion against the Drazhada

Polchina, Evet: a master of the Clocksmiths’ Guild

Porcharn: a country bordering the Ethuveraz

Puzhvarno: a city in Thu-Athamar, near Eshoravee

Radiance of Cairado: an airship

Reshema: a courier

Rohethada: a noble house

Rohethar, Idra: father of Sheveän Drazharan

Rohetharan, Zharo: mother of Sheveän Drazharan

Rosharis: the head groom of the Untheileneise Court

Salezheio: goddess of wind, winter, couriers, and storytellers

Sehalis Athmaza: Adremaza of the Athmaz’are

Selthevis: the secretary of Maru Sevraseched

Sevesar: Witness for the Wisdom of Choharo; scholar of the second rank

Sevezho: a town in Thu-Istandaär

Sevraseched, Holitho: a natural daughter of Maru Sevraseched; a votary in Urvekh’

Sevraseched, Maru: the Great Avar of Barizhan; father of Shaleän Sevraseched, Thever Sevraseched, Ursu Perenched, Holitho Sevraseched, Chenelo Drazharan, and Nadeian Vizhenka

Sevraseched, Shaleän: a natural daughter of Maru Sevraseched; a sea captain; her ship is the Glorious Dragon and her home port Solunee-over-the-Water, where she has a wife

Sevraseched, Thever: elder legitimate daughter of Maru Sevraseched

Shulihada: a noble house

Shulivar, Aina: an airship worker; a follower of Curnar

Solichel: a count of Thu-Tetar

Solunee-over-the-Water: a port across the Chadevan Sea

Sonevet Athmaza: the Witness for the Athmaz’are

Sorchev Zhas (dec.): a ruler of Csedo before the unification of the Ethuveraz

Stone Tree, the: a teahouse in Amalo

Strength of Rosiro: an airship

Talar: a Drazhadeise armsman

Tativada: a noble house

Tativin, Aizheän: a friend of Vedero Drazhin

Teia: a Barizheise page boy in the service of Vorzhis Gormened

Telimezh: Second Nohecharis to Edrehasivar VII

Tetara: a river of the Ethuveraz; meets the Istandaärtha near the border with Barizhan

Tethimada: a ducal house of Thu-Athamar

Tethimar, Eshevis: son of the Duke Tethimel

Tethimar, Teru: the Archprelate of Cetho

Tethimel: a duke of Thu-Athamar; one of the wealthiest landowners of the Ethuveraz

Tethimin, Paru: daughter of the Duke Tethimel

Thorchelezhen: a junior canon of the Untheileneise’meire

Thu-Athamar: a principality of the Ethuveraz

Thu-Cethor: a principality of the Ethuveraz

Thu-Evresar: a principality of the Ethuveraz

Thu-Istandaär: a principality of the Ethuveraz

Thu-Tetar: a principality of the Ethuveraz

Ubezhada: a noble house

Ubezhar, Odris: a friend of Eshevis Tethimar

Ubezharan, Hesero: wife of Odris Ubezhar

Ulis: the god of death and the moon

Ulzhavada: a noble house

Ulzhavel (dec.): a viscount of Thu-Cethor; committed suicide after being banished by Varenechibel IV

Untheileian: the hall of the Ethuverazhid Zhas, the emperor; the center of the Untheileneise Court

Untheileneise Court: the palace of the Emperors of the Ethuveraz; also houses the Judiciate, the Parliament, the Corazhas, the Mazan’theileian of the Athmaz’are, and the Archprelacy of Cetho

Untheileneise Guard: the guards of the Untheileneise Court; mostly, but not entirely, ceremonial

Untheileneise’meire: the othasmeire of the Untheileneise Court

Upazhera: a tributary of the Cethora

Urvekh’: a town in Barizhan, on the coast

Usharsu Athmaza (dec.): Adremaza of the Athmaz’are in the reign of Edretanthiar III

Ushenar: a doctor in the Untheileneise Court

Uvezho: a town in Thu-Cethor

Valno: a town in Thu-Evresar; where Akhalarana fell to earth

Varenechibel I (dec.): Varenechibel Zhas, the 204th Emperor of the Elflands; son of Edrevechelar XVI

Varenechibel II (dec.): Varenechibel Zhas, the 205th Emperor of the Elflands; son of Varenechibel I

Varenechibel III (dec.): Varenechibel Zhas, the 206th Emperor of the Elflands; son of Varenechibel II

Varenechibel IV (dec.): Varenechibel Zhas, the 208th Emperor of the Elflands; son of Varevesena; husband, in sequence, of Arbelan Drazharan, Leshan Drazharan, Pazhiro Drazharan, Chenelo Drazharan, Csoru Drazharan; father of Nemolis Drazhar, Nemriän Imaran, Nazhira Drazhar, Ciris Drazhar, Vedero Drazhin, Maia Drazhar; killed in the crash of the Wisdom of Choharo

Varevesena (dec.): Varevesena Zhas, the 207th Emperor of the Elflands; son of Varenechibel III; father of Varenechibel IV, Ebreneän Clunetharan

Vechin, Nedaö: an operatic soprano from Zhaö

Velvet: a horse

Veremnet: a game preserve in Thu-Cethor

Versheleen: islands in the Chadevan Sea

Verven’theileian: the Hall of Consultation, the meeting room of the Corazhas

Veschada: a noble house of Thu-Athamar

Veschar, Ciret: a friend of Eshevis Tethimar

Virenada: a noble house

Vizhenka: a captain of the Hezhethora; husband of Nadeian Vizhenka

Vizhenka, Nadeian: daughter of Maru Sevraseched; wife of Captain Vizhenka

Volsharezh: a “captain” in the Courier General’s office

Vorenzhessar: a town in Thu-Cethor, north and west of Ezho; birthplace of Reneian Orthemo

Wisdom Bridge: the bridge over the Istandaärtha

Wisdom of Choharo: an airship

Zhaö: a city in Thu-Athamar

Zhavanin, Suler: nursery maid of Mireän Drazhin and Ino Drazhin

Zherinada: a noble house of Thu-Tetar

Zhidelka: a Barizheise silk merchant and former pirate