Now I mentioned Bran was dying. He got stabbed in the thigh, or maybe in the feet, or given the way this usually goes down, the genitals probably. Also maybe the spear he got stabbed with, if he got stabbed … Continue reading →
This was when Pierced Thighs said, “hey you Irish jerks, I’ma take you all out!” I don’t know who Pierced Thighs was, maybe it was a nickname for Bran who gets his thighs pierced in a bit? Regardless, that battle-cry … Continue reading →
Mallolwch was not pleased to learn that his offerings had been so soundly rejected. “We offered him gold and whiskey with an e, what more does he want? I’m giving the throne to his nephew, even!” His advisors whispered among … Continue reading →
Mallolwch of course was able to see Bran cross the river; Bran was like fifty feet tall after all. So he threw together an emergency plan. It wasn’t a good plan, as Mallolwch would have been the first to admit, but … Continue reading →
So Mallolwch was sitting in his court, fretting maybe about how he was politically obliged to treat his wife like garbage, or maybe he was just drinking. Either way, he and a bunch of Irish courtiers were there and they … Continue reading →
Some time went by. Mallolwch and Branwen, as king and queen of Ireland, sang and danced and made merry and before too long they had a son, Gwern. And for a while everything was cool! But then, after a couple … Continue reading →
When we left off, Bran (king of Britain) was offering a gift to Mallolwch (king of Ireland). “The Black Cauldron?” “The Black Cauldron! It’s magic!” Bran saw further explanations would be necessary. “Say you have a corpse, okay?” “Sure.” “Fresh … Continue reading →
Bran the Blessed, son of Llyr (pronounced Lir, apparently) was king of all of Great Britain once upon a time. He hung out on a beach with his brother and two half-brothers, Manawydan, Nissyen, and Evnissyen. Nissyen was a good … Continue reading →
Three years later, Pwyll and Guy were out fishing together, just shooting the breeze. “Hey, Pwyll.” “Hey, Guy. How’s tricks?” “Fine. Listen, there’s a reason I summoned you here, away from your wife and court, out to Presseleu.” Pwyll’s face … Continue reading →
I recently started listening to some new podcasts. That statement is almost always true, because my podcast consumption is constantly churning as I get tired of the remarkable lack of insight in Slate’s Political Gabfest or I realize that I haven’t actually … Continue reading →
