Induction Course

Were Briefing 1:


Culture & Social Structure
The "Recognition"

Most “Weres”, to use the familiar term, trace their origins to the various Saxon/Viking or French invasions between the 4th and 11th centuries. Like the predominant host culture they didn’t make much inroad into the so-called “Celtic” lands, possibly because of the retreat of the older British fay culture into those parts. The Were culture (or cultures) has proved remarkably resilient and resistant to change. Given the prevailing public perception of them as little more than monsters to be killed where they were found, Weres carefully concealed their identities until 1660 when – having backed the Stuart cause in the Civil War – they were granted Recognition at the Restoration of the Monarchy. The Declaration to that effect grants rights to land for hunting (a central part of the culture, and a necessary ritual at each full moon) as well as extensive rights to local autonomy. It enables them to live under their own laws, administered by their own local ruling councils and courts, so long as this does not impinge upon the national interest.

Current conditions

In return for this policy of live-and-let-live, Weres promised to obey the laws of England and relinquish a claim to a separate monarch. Recently there have been signs that a young, radical element wishes to restore the Werewolf monarchy, in parallel with the House of Windsor. The Security Service is keeping that development under surveillance.

Since the Recognition, Weres have combined into Moots (see below) to buy land and protect their heritage. However, less than 7% of Weres are employed wholly to work within the Moots or the overall community. All other Weres will have jobs outside the confines of their own community. The stresses of earlier centuries have largely become a thing of the past and the number of mixed marriages have increased substantially over the last 30 years, though never rising to significant levels. This is partly due to the discouragement of submissives associating sexually with humans, and partly with the problems for human mothers in carrying Were children to term, with the dangers to the mother’s health.

Moots

The basic social unit of Weres is the Moot. Although this is a term which actually refers to any full meeting of the pack, Weres tend to avoid the word ‘pack’ outside their own culture, as they are very aware that the word can have negative connotations for humans. As is demonstrated, all too often, by certain sections of the tabloid press.

Moots comprise a number of families plus unmarried individuals. Domination/submission is a basic, if unwritten, pattern of behaviour and the pack is subject to strict hierarchy. In the same way, Were family members are subordinate to the alphas. Although this is usually a married couple whose family comprises their children, and older or unmarried relatives, some family groups may be led by siblings or a single individual. When dealing with any kind of Were it is wise never to forget that establishing dominance is the mainspring of their social interactions.

Each Moot is governed by a Thing, which is a council of the most dominant Weres. At the head of the thing is the Thane.

Moots are grouped into administrative areas which have developed haphazardly over the centuries. These areas are the Eorldoms and each one is headed by an Eldorman. There are just over 250 Eldormen, who comprise the Althing. This assembles for up to three days each month, the rest of its time its business is carried out through sub-committees which are overseen by the Witan, which is the executive body of the Althing.

The Senior Political Structure

The Witan comprises 16 of the most senior Eldormen, who are elected to this position by their peers for a term of four years. There is no limit on how many terms an Eldorman can serve. The Halfking (Chairman) of the Witan is therefore the most senior position a Were can hold within this administrative structure. The current holder is Conrad, Eldorman of London, who has held it for over 5 years. It is significant that the chairman is known as ‘halfking’, for the holder of the post is widely regarded as the person likely to be named king if the government ever permit that level of self governance within the Were community. Since the constitutional position of Scotland and Wales was altered under devolution, tentative negotiations have taken place with the relevant Secretary of State around the possibility of such self governance, although, if permitted, there is unlikely to be any agreement to reinstitute the title ‘king’. It is felt that would not be well regarded in certain circles. Neither is there any official recognition by the Althing for the popular movement to reinstitute a kingship.

Internal Social Differences

Moots used to self identify as Danelaw or Saxon, although any real cultural distinction died out during the 19th century when new moots were formed in the emerging towns and cities created by the industrial revolution. The Danelaw moots lay roughly within that area of Britain which was the 9th century Danelaw i.e. northern England bordered by a line running very roughly from around Chester to Colchester. The cultural differences are now expressed mainly through a very few variant terms and titles, such as some moot leaders within the Danelaw still occasionally using the ancient title of Jarl rather than Thane. Of much more importance is the political split between the “named” moots i.e. those who whose thanes take as their surname the name of the town associated with the moot, and subsidiary moots, whose thanes retain their own family name.

Internal and External Regulation

Moots vary tremendously in their resources. All have the power (most recently given via the Regulation of Moots Act 1934 aka “The Regs”) to levy a subsidiary tax on all Weres falling within their administrative area to provide facilities and services such as housing, education and social services, and to enforce all Were children to attend a moot school. The Education Act 1944 extended this to include the Were children of non-Were parents, and also provided funding for such schools independently of the levy. In general, this means that each moot, in addition to the land it owns for the purposes of hunting, is a self contained community, employing its own teachers, social workers and administrative staff. The Regs also gave moots to authority to employ their own security guards, commonly known as ulfhednar or berserkers, although their official title is that of n the jurisdiction of the moots. Within urban areas this means that many members of moots are not werewolves at all, but can comprise many more exotic species. This has led to a cultural breadth in urban moots which sometimes creates tensions within the wider Were society. In turn, this has given rise to a subsidiary voluntary taxation system by the Althing on all moots to provide funding for areas which may require greater assistance.

Cultural Customs and Social Issues

All moots assemble at least once a month, on the evening closest to the rise of the full moon, in order to hunt and to conduct other moot business requiring a full assembly. Apart from this, the day to day administration of the moot is conducted by the Thing and the thane.

All moots are based on hierarchy which, in turn, is based on the dominant/submissive character of werewolves. Dominants continually fight for position within the moot or rise above it to become Eldormen. Submissives take their lead from the dominants. The change of authority within a Thing or of a thane is conducted by means of an imprecise combination of several factors, including individual ability, personal popularity or dominance and even, in some moots, a limited form of election. Very, very rarely is a thane ousted for unsocial or criminal activity; it is much more likely that they will be forced out of office for physical or mental incapacity.

Although Weres commonly do change shape at full moon, “The Change” is not always irresistible, depending upon the dominance of the individual. However, stress usually weakens the individual’s ability to resist alteration. In human shape, Weres refer to a condition of being “in the skin”. Obversely, when in their animal identity, the equivalent phrase is “in the fur”.

Were religion is embedded in the culture and draws on the traditional Germanic/Scandinavian model. Use of shamans (called ‘saymen’ or ‘saywives’) is endemic, especially at rites of passage. In the past the “Lawspeaker” function was associated with a few shamanic families but the Regs gave the Bureau the sole authority for appointing lawspeakers and, over the years since, we have been able to mainstream the function out and separate it from its religious origins and associations. This has been very useful in maintaining an indigenous peacekeeping force and gaining an acceptance of majority legal processes. We still have some way to go with this as we have yet to find a resolution for the heavy toll imprisonment makes on the Were psyche, and how to deal with “The Change” under prison conditions.

Working within Were Liaison

Dealing with Weres is unusually stressful in itself. Because it is possible to know a Were for years without encountering one “in the fur”, it is easy to forget how different they are from humans (or fayfolk), culturally and psychologically. We have found that some officers need help when this difference presents itself; indeed, some are found not to be suitable for a posting in Were Liaison, which is a specialist section, even within the Bureau. Some never overcome a revulsion, once presented with some of the more apparent forms of difference. It is better to admit this than carry on and possibly create some political embarrassment.

Despite its small size, the Bureau has its own Secretary of State, and successive Secretaries have demonstrated a close interest in Were Liaison. It is wise when dealing with Weres of any political standing to assume that the more senior figures among Weres themselves, such as the Eldormen of certain counties and cities, have access to members of the government beyond our own Secretary.

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He stood there looking uncertain, on the common under dark skies. For a moment there was no car; no farmhouse behind us; and no Sam. There was only Merlin standing in front of me, the cloak hiding his form, save for one black sleeved arm that held a staff that seemed alive.

Under The Skin



 

I wasn’t faking the anger I felt. But the upright hair on my hackles wasn’t entirely down to that. I was also scared shitless. Walking into that was like walking into a storm. Worse, almost immediately my energy began to leave me. I felt tired, and stumbled. As I did, I needed no smell to see the triumph on Black Jack’s face. For once, our gods were wrong, and had betrayed us. I howled my misery.

Remembrance Day

Deep in the forest glades they say,
That since I last came here to stay
A fine voice sings whose tone is fay,
And glimpses seen, of crimson gay
As in Camelot so grand.
But who hath seen this fairy maid?
And why should any be afraid,
Of something armed with fine brocade
Here in my dear Broceliande?

Merlin and Vivian

He pulled over onto the slight verge and we stared at each other. The reaction to what I’d smelled was both physical and emotional. I wanted desperately to change; to run; to fight in the fur. Just to be out of my skin. I hadn’t wanted to put my clothes back on. My teeth and hair had already slipped and I could feel the pressure at the base of my spine where my tail ought to be. What had happened inside was the greater change

Bloodline

This thing called sex, this thing called lust;
it's shown as need, as bump and thrust,
with hand on bum and hand on bust.

But in the fire's dim ember glow,
the shadows melt and sharp lines flow.
There bodies meet and passion know.

To Cass

And I was Michael, now, here. It was I who ran my thumb down the low werewolf hairline that half hid the misshapen tattoo. It was I who bent to kiss it and breathed her name. It was I who ran my hand down the curve of her body. The need for her was a pain inside me that had nothing to do with the physical urge. She was my wolf. My wolf. Beyond that, she was Isolde, someone I had not expected, and I would not give her up. Damn it, not for Declan; not for anyone.

Wyrdwolf

They make of me a monster, and of you a figure of fun.
They talk as though our times are past, as though our day is done.
But while there is still pain and strife, and while there is a lust for life –
Then e’er so long I am your wife,
Your other half

The Morrigan

To In Daghda

that was a form of Russian roulette with the odds stacked against me. Against us. On the basis of what we knew, Michael going to prison was the only certain way of neither of us dying. What a bleak choice.

Remembrance Day

I raised my axe and held fast, waiting for the inevitable. I had been through this so many times before, but each time was new; each was different. Each time was an assault I had to face alone. Cally had proved we could fail. Would this be my time?

Under The Skin

For if upon the host you light
and not with speed avert your sight;
their thrall shall fall upon you straight,
and twined with them shall lie your fate.

And as they ride, your soul be drawn
along their path, until with dawn
shall hie their host under the hill,
and go you too, whate'er your will.

The Faerie Host

What had the original Emrys had been like, the first Merlin? Not like this. But at some stage this is what they had become. Here, in his own house, energy seeped from him constantly, maintaining the plants and the property in a circle of harmony and peace. He was like a wire, connecting the land and the gods.

Wyrdwolf

Let nothing befear thee: let nothing befright thee;
The darkness has passed and dawn's glory is here.
The wingtips that brushed thee, are driven before thee;
The gods shall watch o’er thee, oh child of their heart.

The promise of Protection

What had the original Emrys had been like, the first Merlin? Not like this. But at some stage this is what they had become. Here, in his own house, energy seeped from him constantly, maintaining the plants and the property in a circle of harmony and peace. He was like a wire, connecting the land and the gods.

Wyrdwolf

The passage graves of Ireland and Scotland give us the most dramatic demonstrations of Neolithic culture in terms of communal industry, art, precise architecture and astronomy. Here we find grand structures built to such careful planning that the corbel roofs they created have survived to this day. This was allied with the ability to create the ‘light box’ in Newgrange or gap in Meas Howe to catch the sun at the winter solstice, or the equinoctial sunrise at Loughcrew. How were these great structures built? What was their purpose?

Stone Age Culture

I didn’t ask him where we were. From the fairy light adorning the surrounding hills, it had to be Elfhame. This was the land ruled by the Seelie Court and we were all trespassers.

Luck & Judgement

T’was at the Autumn equinox we all joined hand in hand
And we formed a great big circle and we chanted and we sang.
As there’s nothing going on just now and no one has a clue
Of what it is we celebrate, but that’s what pagans do

Oh it all makes a rite for the pagan-folk to do..

Song - The Wheel of the Year

“If you expect me to believe you can trace your family line back to the frigging Anglo Saxon period or beyond and you’ve all kept your heads down so successfully no one knows who you are, you must expect me to have been born frigging yesterday. And I’ll tell you something for nothing, sunshine – I was not born yesterday. Why the fecking hell would every generation in your frigging family want to keep hidden? It’s not as though you’re frigging -”
The word ‘Merlin’ hung unspoken in the air.

Remembrance Day

Sleek, sorcerous, with sulphur eyes,
Fierce-feral, dappled Bacchus traces
the silver threads of mortal lives;
He treads the spiral dance, he paces
the labyrinth of lost embraces.
Romance made manifest, he charts
The entrance to grimalkin hearts.

Summer Solstice

Max approached me slowly. Now it was his time he seemed reluctant to do what he had threatened for so long. Now that the time had come that I had dreaded, the fear lifted and I prepared myself to fight my mate as if he were a stranger.

Wyrdwolf

if the Inquisition or the Bureau ever found out I’d held this court, it would be a criminal offence. Enough to put me in jail for a while, and so kill me. That was the chance I took every time I made a judgement, and it wouldn’t stop me. Or perhaps, one day, it would. But at this moment, in this place, I would do what I was meant to do.

Luck & Judgement

the Spinner spins a crimson thread
ex nihilo, bred
of no body, blood
of no blood, running red
over the wheel, flood
of tears and wear and tear of years
and bitter woes that flesh inherits
but also joys, fresh merits and unmerits
which the body gives and earns
and which no angel ever learns
by only pure intelligence.

The Weaver

Both the wheel and the swastika – another version of it – were common symbols throughout Europe and Britain, and were associated with a sun deity. Numerous examples are found on dedications and grave goods. In Britain the swastika was particularly associated with the Anglo Saxon god Thunor. It is generally assumed that both indicate the solar cycle, and the rolling of a burning wheel at midsummer would occur at the turn of the solar year.

Article - Wheel of the Year

But the cloaks, amazing as they were, weren’t the most eye-catching thing: that was the staff. I had only glimpsed sight of that once, when Freya briefly gave me a true sight of Michael, five years ago at Aconbury. I’d completely forgotten about it since. More accurately, I’d assumed it didn’t really exist. Now here it was: about five feet of dark, twisting wood, carved with ram horned snakes that moved, topped by a perfect representation of an owl. It turned its head to study the visitors, wooden eyelids blinking.

Remembrance Day

Starlight has an athame, Wodenson an axe;
They all use force to thrust them into other people’s backs.
Dressing up in costumes, playing silly games,
Hiding behind free speech shouting out rude names.

Pagan Wars

Michael reacted instantly, thrusting out his hand to push her back from the circle occupied by the jinni. By doing so, she staggered, losing her balance. Jinn closed in on that part of the outer circle. Michael immediately reversed what he was doing, reached out, closed his fist and yanked back in towards himself, as though pulling in a rope. It was too late.

Under The Skin

It is said that in the Middle Ages Brittany was covered by the forest which was the Broceliande of Arthurian legend.  For those whose familiarity with such legends is bounded by British references, it may come as a surprise to know that the major medieval romances, including Malory, were entirely at home with Arthurian cycle taking place, to a large extent, in Brittany.

Brittany: of Megaliths and Merlin

Marilyn screamed as the blade drove between her and the mara. Or the mara screamed as the silver destroyed it. In that brief moment she was free I whispered to her that she could start again, start afresh. Live without it. But it was no good. I saw a new shadow approach through the walls to occupy her.

Bloodline

Of all the drink that I brought here, I drank it in good company;
And any harm you think I’ve done, alas was done to none but me;
And any harm you think you did, I thankfully now can't recall,
So fill with me the parting glass, goodnight and joy be with you all.

The Pagan Parting Glass

The sound of the gun firing was as much muffled by my flesh as by the silencer. My paws, scrabbling to gain purchase on the ground to enable me to get a better hold, simply gave way under me, as though the nerve cells no longer carried the messages from my brain to the muscles.

Wyrdwolf

many pagans may be surprised to discover that this specific concept of the horned god appears to be a little more recent than many might think, as it derives from the writings of Margaret Murray, in the 1920s.

Who Is Cernunnos

I turned on him, snarling. He hissed back at me. Green eyes to my amber he spat his annoyance and I drew my lips back all the way. I felt my teeth change, the canines growing. This close to total full moon it meant I’d have them now until after the hunt. Oh, absolutely marvellous. The night was getting better by the minute.

Wyrdwolf

Once upon a time there was a coven.
It started life in 1452.
But the family history of each separate member
Went further back as these traditions do.

These are the days, my friend,
Let’s make them never end.
We’ll tell our tales, to crowds of envious fools.
We’ll give them total rot:
We’ll lie an awful lot,
For we can’t lose, we know that we can’t lose.

Traditional Witchcraft

After Vortigern's death, Merlin assists Pendragon, who is now the British king, and his brother Uther in their struggles against the invading Saxons. Just as Merlin has foreseen, a great battle is fought near Salisbury in which Pendragon meets his death. Uther then ascends the throne and adopts the name "Utherpendragon" to honour his brother, and Merlin erects the great stone ring (Stonehenge) on Salisbury Plain as a memorial to the fallen Britons.

Merlin in France

When she spoke, the syllables on the paper took on a guttural life. A flame sparked in the inner circle within the pentagram and flared into something fierce. In the fire was the silhouette of a man, wavering in the heat haze. The light caught us all, except the ghost, whose form reflected nothing.

Under The Skin

It was all bizarrely like something out of a 1970s Hammer horror movie. Did Andrew completely lack any style or was this the sort of thing most magicians actually went in for? There were red and black hangings around the altar, large black and red candles in places, and various symbols drawn on the flagstones and around the altar.

Bloodline

I'm a Heathen by conviction
All things German I've a fix on
But my wife's a proper vixen
So I worship Thor.

Ode to Thor

The wight chose to take a fairly common form similar to a small bogle: a human shape with a pot belly, oversized head, hands and feet, and stick-like arms and legs. A downy fur covered his body. I wasn’t falling for it. All that meant was that he felt friendly towards us, or at least neutral. If we pissed him off he’d take another shape if it suited him. Some of them could be huge and very unpleasant.

Luck & Judgement

In ancient times in Ironwood cold, two ettins and their dam
Ran free in wood and snow and ice, far from the gaze of man.
And one had hair as pale as stars, and one was red as fire;
And both ran wild beneath the moon, beside their shaggy sire.
Oh rose-red maid, Oh snow white maid; they ran beside their sire.

Tyr's Bride