Legends of the Jarin

Most seeming contradictions are intended to be there, and are not mistakes but "the way things are". Imagine yourself a small child, outside at night under the moon and stars, with only their light and that of a dying fire. Imagine listening along with your family to your grandmother telling you the stories of your people. You may not interrupt, though you are allowed to sleep. In one story, Fimbolg's table is said to be able to seat twenty, and in another story there is room around it only for two. This is simply how it is, and if you ever came to tell those same stories, most likely the table in the first would be a large affair, and in the second an intimate piece.

Anneon chu Geogul: This is the cauldron which was originally used by Gulbrennin to cook his children in, which he then served up to the gods, in order to weaken them and seize their power. After his punishment, which consisted of being boiled alive in the same cauldron and then living imprisoned in the otherworld, the cauldron was taken and hidden by Drubiach the sorceror. Shortly before Drubiach's disappearance, Annwyn found it and took it to Barrach Negen. There he used its cursed powers to create all manner of evils, including Creach-Lin, and to augment his considerable magical talents. When Annwyn was overthrown by Breghleor and followers (including Fimbolg), the cauldron was placed at Mallcuon don Caurhéu, with the bear-monster Dorlebh set to guard it. Later it was stolen by Lindhoeg, but it soon fell into the hands of the sorceror Elich. Much later he in turn gifted it to a newly arisen Annwyn in return for the crown Tuar an Taulegh. In Annwyn's possession it remained until it was destroyed by Ferroag, who died in the process. This diminished Annwyn's power to such an extent that he was once again able to be defeated, though the greatest heroes of the time had already perished in previous conflicts.

Asteroath: A famous shape-shifter who wanders the world in many forms. He is said to be forever searching for or pursuing his half-brother Lycoath, who fled his home after slaying their mother.

Beroiwyth: A great hunter who sought Beccás hand in marriage, in competition with his brother Beor. Beccás father Fimbolg declared that the brother who found and slew the bear-monster Dorlebh, who had been terrorising the area, could marry her. Beroiwyth tracked Dorlebh for many days, before cornering him in a cave, wrestling it to the ground, and finally overcoming the beast. Having thus gained his trophy, he was ambushed by his brother Beor, struck down, and killed. Beor then tossed Beroiwyth's body in a river, and made haste to Fimbolg's home with the carcass of Dorlebh. Fimbolg, not suspecting the treachery, gave permission for Beor to marry Beccá. Meanwhile Nindoen the bard had found a bone from Beroiwyth's body, and had fashioned from it a pipe. It happened that the next home he came to on his wanderings was that of Fimbolg, on the day of the wedding. Nindoen offered to play for the gathered families, and took out his pipe. When he played upon the instrument, however, it ignored his craft and told instead of how Beor had slain his brother Beroiwyth from behind, and of his falsehood at claiming the prize. At this Beor's family exiled him, and Fimbolg forbade him both to marry his daughter and to remain any longer in his lands. Whereupon Beroiwyth sprung whole and alive from the pipe made of his bone, and it was he who married Beccá; though ever afterwards he was lame.

Biathaid: Long ago, when the Tualfehn were still but recently arrived in Rianne lands, there was a young woman, of marriageable age but unwed. She did not lack for suitors, for she was very beautiful; and her name was Netgaithe. She spurned all who wished to marry her, and spent much of her time roaming the forest, often staying there for days before returning home. One day she came to her mother, Gleguth, complaining that her belly hurt, and describing other illnesses. Gleguth looked at her daughter and gave her a bitter drink. Then she said that she hurt because she was with child. Netgaithe asked how this could be, since she let no man approach her. Gleguth in turn asked the child what she did when she went alone into the forest. "First I run far under the trees, for the day is young, and I am not tired. Then I stop to rest and search for plants to take back with me. When I have collected enough I am hot, so I swim in a stream. Then I climb upon a shady hill, and there the wind cools and caresses me. Afterwards I walk slowly home, and that is all."
Gleguth listened to these words and thought; she said that one of the winds must have come to her as she lay upon the hillside. Now she carried that wind's child, and Gleguth warned her that anyone born from such a union would have allegiance with both the mother and father. Reassured by this knowledge, and unafraid of the future, Netgaithe prepared for her new rôle.
Some months later the baby boy was born. Netgaithe called him Biathaid, and he looked like any child but that already he had long black hair on his shiny head. His mother loved him and raised him. When he was only a few years old, however, he disappeared from his home, and could not be found anywhere. Netgaithe was distraught, but Gleguth calmed her fears, telling her that the boy had only gone to meet his father for the first time. So they waited, and after many long weeks the child returned, and his mother rejoiced. But from that time on Biathaid spent time with each of his parents in turn, walking into the forest to find his father and some time later returning to his human home. And though the years passed, he seemed never to grow any older, and he remained always the small child he was when he first disappeared.
One year there was a terrible storm; the rain poured down and the rivers burst their banks. The people decided to move to higher ground until the sun should return, and packed their belongings. But as they did so the rivers flooded even further, and cut off one home from the rest; and two children still remained in that place. Without any hope of rescue, for the waters were too high and swift for any to cross, the adults grieved but prepared to depart. Then someone pointed to the forest's edge, and all could see the boy Biathaid standing beneath a mighty tree. As they watched, he lifted up his arms, unrestricted by any garment, and cried out loudly in a voice which had no words. Immediately a great gust of wind beat the tree, and it fell cracking into the water. Just as quickly Biathaid leaped onto the trunk, clambering up to perch next to a branch. The tree began then to roll and turn, and by some miracle it was carried by the current to the place where the children were trapped. One end caught on a rise, then the other came to rest against a standing tree; and a bridge was formed between the two lands separated by flood. Seeing this Biathaid gave a wild laugh and lept straight into the river. And while he was not seen again that year, the other children were rescued from the rising waters.
Biathaid also gave new foods to his mother's people, for often he would return from the forest eating berries or grubs that others hadn't tried for fear of their unknown properties. Once, however, he stopped someone from eating what he himself had chewed, and managed to convey the message that that particular plant was not good for people. At about this time Netgaithe died. Biathaid was in the forest, but on the day she was buried he arrived at the place. In the freshly turned earth he planted an indala flower, and wept. Then he returned to the forest forever, his tie to human places broken. Yet there are those who claim to have seen him since, and children who find themselves in trouble or difficulty in the wild places sometimes turn up safe and sound, saying they were rescued by a small naked boy with long black hair.

Bran: A creature of repellant features which served Annwyn. It is not known whether Annwyn summoned, found or created it. At first Bran was kept in and around Barrach Negen, performing various duties. When Breghleor and his armies stormed the fortress, they found Bran cowering in a dark room, perhaps trying to perform some magic. When Annwyn was at last overthrown, it was taken back as a captive, though some warned against this. Leanwych was given custody of it for a time, but it escaped, setting Leanwych's home ablaze. Leanwych's wife and three children all died; Leanwych, driven mad by grief, demanded recompense from Breghleor, and tried to kill him when the king could not restore his family. His attempt failed, and Leanwych died at Breghleor's hand. Bran, meanwhile had made good its escape, though to exactly where is uncertain. Many believe it stole away to the ruins of Barrach Negen and prepared for its master's return. Others say that it fled to a deep place where it remained hidden until summoned again by Annwyn. Still others think it was made to serve Elich, or some monster like Corhegg. In any case, when Annwyn was once more established in Barrach Negen, Bran was with him. Using new magics, Annwyn enchanted his servant so that it could adopt other, more fair, features. In this way the creature became a very useful pawn in his plans, going forth into the world performing his master's task, all the while unsuspected of being in the service of Annwyn. It was on such a mission in the world, going to stir up trouble among those who lived in Rianne lands, that he was spied by a beguiled Caelmyn. Due to his altered state, the former chieftain saw Bran's true form and slew the creature.

The Bread-Mother Returns: The flight of the people from their enslavement was a rapid and unplanned one. They owned few possessions and took few of those with them on their journey. So when the Tualfehn settled and built their homes, they lacked many necessary things. Among these was the Bread-Mother, with which the rising bread was made, and the people were hungry without it. In each family the ailid ("matron") tried to encourage the Bread-Mother into their pots, leaving jars of water and flour in places of warmth. Nowhere seemed blest, and many despaired of ever having this gift again. But the wife of Fernmaige, one of the sons of Ciuleagharan, was Meidb; and each evening she left a bowl of flour and water on the rocks by the river Rethid, whose waters near its source carry away the heat of Nailegh's forges. One morning when she came to that place to check on the bowl, she found it gone without trace. That evening she did not put out another pot, but instead stayed at home.
Meidb had a son, Oengus, and it happened that at this time he came across a wolf-cub in the forest. Its parents were not to be seen and Oengus took the animal back to his home. Fernmaige was pleased with his son's find, saying that the creature might become a useful hunter for the family. But Meidb was uncertain and thought it would be best to return it to its parents. This could not be done, however, for no-one knew where its parents lived. Therefore Oengus kept the wolf-cub, which he called Lenaid Dim, for the animal travelled everywhere with the boy.
Many days passed and the people grew ever more hungry. All had given up hope of regaining the Bread-Mother. Many of the people remained in their homes, lacking the energy to move. But every day Oengus would go out with Lenaid Dim and roam the wild-lands, hunting for food. But game was scarce and barely was enough even to feed Oengus and his hunting companion. Once he came to the warm river, and there by the banks he saw the prints of a large wolf in the mud. Remembering the words of his mother, he sat down on the rocks and waited for the wolf-cub's family to return. But time passed and no animal came, and then Yael rose. Oengus did not wish to miss the wolves, but he knew that he should not remain near that place at night. So with much regret he told Lenaid Dim to remain, while he returned home.
The next morning Oengus returned to the riverside. That day there were more wolfprints on the bank, and Lenaid Dim was nowhere to be seen. But resting on the rocks was Maidb's bowl, and the goddess had breathed on it, for it contained the Bread-Mother. Oengus ran back home with this gift, and with it Maidb was able to make the bread which would feed the people. Soon each family once again had the Bread-Mother, and only Oengus was sad, for he had lost a friend.

Bricriu: Soon after Ciuleagharan had led the Tualfehn to Rianne lands, the daughter of his sister was given the right to make a tapestry of this recent history. The daughter's name was Bricriu, and she was greatly revered for her skill at weaving. For this particular work, of such special importance, she resolved to outdo her former efforts. First she sought the finest material with which to make the tapestry. So she journeyed to the home of the giant Uithecair, who kept a flock of excellent sheep. When she saw them Bricriu knew that here was the best wool in the world; for the white was bright and pure, good for dyeing, and the black was as thick and deep as a moonless night. Resolving to get some of this wool, she approached Uithecair, whose head rested among the clouds. Shouting his name out as loud as she could, she attracted his attention, and he lay down with his dew-covered head before her. "Why do you whisper my name, so that I can scarcely hear it?" he asked her, and Bricriu was almost knocked off her feel by the force of the giant's breath.
"I have come to ask for some the wool from your animals."
"But what shall you give me in return?"
Bricriu was at a loss, for she possessed no thing that she might give to Uithecair. Then she noticed that his huge ears were red with cold, and his whole face damp. So she said, "If you give me enough wool I shall use a part of it to make you a hat, to protect you from the wind, and keep you warm and dry." The giant was much pleased by this arrangement, and gave her permission to take what wool she needed. For many weeks Bricriu worked to make the enormous hat. At last it was done, and she gave it to Uithecair, who wore it always after. And he thanked her and bid her farewell, and she parted from his company with many bags of wool.
Next Bricriu set off into the forest to find the plants which she would use to make the dyes. As she travelled she came across Biada, a strange old woman with nails of iron and hair which was strands of gold and silver. And this creature spoke to her, pleading for her help. If only, she said, her hair might be nicely arranged, she would again be beautiful. Indeed her hair was matted and tangled, and many leaves and twigs were caught within it. So Bricriu brought out her comb, and bade Biada sit before her; then she combed her hair, and picked out the forest debris. And as she combed some strands of hair came loose and fell to the ground. When Bricriu saw this, she asked Briada if she might keep them for herself. Biada, pleased with her new appearance, happily gave over those strands, and took her leave; and Bricriu thought to herself that now she could make a rich tapestry that would shine in the sun, if she used those hairs in it.
Then she continued on her way and searched for those plants that would yield their colour to stain the wool. Many that she found she did not recognise, and many of those she knew from the Old Land she could not find here. But she was not discouraged, for she understood much of the ways of plants, and how the gods had made their natures apparent to women. So she examined the shape of the leaves, the size and colour of the berries, the tenderness of the roots, and many other such properties of those plants she did not know, and in such a way she determined also their inner qualities. After many days she had collected plants for many woodland colours, greens, browns, yellows, and oranges. Yet she was not satisfied only with these, for she greatly desired to be able to use blue in the tapestry. However, no plant that she knew or could find had this ability, though she searched long and far and used all the skill she possessed.
Dejected, Bricriu began to walk home. But when she left the forest, for the first time in many days she saw the clear open sky. Noting its magnificent blue colour, she resolved to get some of it. Immediately she made a fire and in it burnt different herbs, such as release smoke and smell, and she prayed to Caerogion. From his halls in the heavens, the god saw the smoke from the herbs, and smelt their odour, and he looked down on the world. Then he heard Bricriu's prayers, and say her lying beside her fire. He summoned the north wind and bid him lift the woman up to the god's home. Dobérad obeyed and swept down to earth, taking the still-praying Bricriu before Caerogion. The god spoke: "I have brought you here so that you may explain yourself to me. Why did you pray to me, asking for the sky? You are no child of mine, surely, who seeks now some inheritance? What do you mean by this request?"
Then Bricriu was afraid of the god's anger, but she steadied her voice and answered. "I do not claim the sky, lord, nor do I wish dominion over any part of it. I ask only that I might have some of its colour, for nowhere but in the sky is a blue of such wonder found."
Caerogion was somewhat mollified by these words, and less angrily spoke again. "But why do you wish to have this colour? Such a marvel belongs here, for it pleases me to have it adorn my house. Not even in the still water where the heavens can be seen is this colour present."
"How much more glory could be yours, lord," replied the clever Bricriu, "if you allowed humans to represent you in your true majesty. For I wish the sky's blue for a tapestry I am making, and wish to properly honour the splendour of your domain."
Caerogion was moved by this thought, and he granted Bricriu's request. He took her to another place where many bottles were stored; and in each of these bottles was enough blue to colour the entire sky. For every morning the god would empty the contents of a bottle over the blackness of night, and the sun would spread it over the sky in the course of his travelling. So the god took down a bottle and gave it to Bricriu, who thanked him, and was returned to earth.
Finally Bricriu borrowed an enormous cauldron from Fer Loga in which to boil up her dyes. And the colours were so potent that they stained the metal of the pot, creating swirling designs on it; when it was returned to Fer Loga he considered it his finest possession. When she had finished the dyeing, there was still a large amount of blue left in the bottle. Wishing to make this colour available to every woman, Bricriu went into the forest and surrendered the bottle to Deon. This goddess then put the colour into a plant, which would after always be the only source for that colour. And Deon knew that Caerogion would not wish to have that colour present on earth, so she disguised the plant, making its leaves a dull green and the berries yellow.
With the dyeing done, Bricriu made the tapestry, using also the metal hair she had gained from Biada. In this way the greatest event in the history of the Tualfehn was told in the greatest tapestry ever made.

Brochleth River: This river is believed to be one of the rivers that flow from the otherworld to the mundane world. Its waters are thought to be magical, and have healing powers. The location of the river apparently changes frequently, as does its appearance, making it all the harder to find. It is rarely, if ever, come across by accident.

Caelmyn: An unfortunate figure, Caelmyn was a successful leader of men until he accidentally came across Morgael performing a sacred ceremony in the form of a woman. To avenge this transgression, Morgael bewitched Caelmyn so that he would "see what is not." From this moment he abandoned his home and people, preferring instead to live almost like a beast in the forest. There he lived by laying traps for fish, angling for berries, and cooking water. He befriended many animals, and often spoke with them. When dusk fell, he would arise and be active until sunrise when he would rest once more. When he encountered men, he thought them wild and ferocious beasts which made unintelligible sounds. His family tried to bring him to his right senses, but he did not recognise his own sons; one he killed with an arrow, and the other he fled from in terror. One benefit of his condition was that he saw truly that which was designed to deceive. When at one time he found Bran going about its master's business, he was so disgusted with the other's true visage that he smote it dead. Caelmyn was finally released from his wretched condition by Creánon, who slew him, but not before the blind man had killed his old friend Dunmaec, who was now unknown to him.

Caelych Goregh: A religious site atop Liobhan Hill, marked only by a wide area bare of tree and bush, and a large stone slab imbedded in the flat earth. All manner of rites and ceremonies have been held here. Chioante was sacrificed on the stone, and spirits of those long dead summoned. Breghleor was taken to this place by Drubiach and shown the future. Annwyn is said to have come here in order to speak with the gods, and from here Fimbolg surveyed all the lands he ruled. The child Iolainn was found crawling on the stone, and as an old man Malbéar left his staff at the place when he grew weary of this world.

Convocation of Animals: It is commonly believed that on at least one night in a year, many sorcerors and witches and supernatural creatures gather together for some arcane purpose. The name of this assembly derives from the widespread ability among the participants to change into animal form.

Creánon: When a young man, he rose alive and whole from the earth after his enemies had cut him up and buried him. A left-handed hero, he slew a giant boar with a twin pair of tusks. He never became old, though he lived long, and in the end disappeared from the summit of a high mountain.

Cromwellech: The burial mound where it is said slain gods rest, before perhaps returning to life again. The site of this mound is not known, but it is porbably in the otherworld, though perhaps with an analogue in this world.

Cynfael: A henge of wooden "stones" in Incalleogh, avoided by everyone, including most sorcerors. It is said that even the gods do not go there. Malbog came here, before making his way to Cromwellech; and Chioanté's son Ferroar returned from the place deranged, and shortly after drowned in lake Lachui, believing he could walk on water. Who built the henge, or what its purpose is, is not known, despite its obvious relation to other henge sites.

Dearedh: Once upon a time a handsome young man lived all alone in Tir na Noath. Each day he would leave his hut and venture into the deep forest. He wandered everywhere, over streams and rivers, through thickets, down valleys and up hills, before returning at dusk to his home. There was nowhere in Tir na Noath that he had not been, and he knew every path and trail in the forest. As he walked beneath the trees, he would often sing, and his voice was very beautiful. But none other than him and the natural dwellers of the forest heard him, for he kept away from his fellows, and went where they were not.
One day he was walking quietly across an open meadow when he heard the soft sound of music ahead. Curious, he advanced under the trees, to discover who else had come to this far corner of Tir na Noath. But as soon as he passed into the shadows, the music ceased. Much disappointed, for the sound had seemed to him most fair, he wandered aimlessly for some time. At length he came upon a river, whose waters tumbled down small waterfalls into a still pool. Sitting down here on the bank, he stayed awhile in peace. Then, for no particular reason, he began to sing; and in his song he told of the sun shining on the grass, like but more precious than emeralds, and he told of the bright water, which sparkled like diamonds but was yet more dear to him. And as he sang the animals around ceased their talk and were still, and the wind died in the trees; and it seemed to him also that the sounds of the water were silenced, though it still ran down over the rocks. Then the song finished, and all was as before.
The next day the young man returned to the same spot, and sang again. Once more all grew quiet around him. The song told of his wanderings through Tir na Noath, the things he saw and heard, the things he touched and smelt. It told of running beneath the trees and swimming in lakes. And as he sang another voice sang with him, and it was light and fair to hear. The young man was much enchanted by the beauty of the voice, and stopped his own words so that he might better hear the other's. But when he stopped, just as suddenly did his accompaniment. Disappointed, he left the spot and returned home - but not before he had called out his appreciation to the singer he could not see.
On the following day, as the man walked to the pool, he noticed that all was still; and then he heard, coming across the water, a soft singing, such as he had heard and admired the day before. But now the music did not stop as he took his place on the bank, but rather continued, sounding out among the trees. For a long while the man sat and listened, the words carrying him away with their story. It was a story full of wonder, about a life spent in and along the streams and pools of the forest, roaming under the leafy sky for long miles and long days. A life spent swimming with otters, leaping salmon and clumsy bears; a life of listening forever to the wind's voice among the reeds and the willows.
When the singing at last faded into silence, the young man looked about him; but still he could not see who had been making such music. So he called, asking for the singer to appear, but gently, for loud noises did not suit that place.
It was a few moments before the voice replied, telling him that he must walk into the centre of the pool and cover his eyes. He obeyed, and slipped into the cold waters. Moving out into the middle of the pool, he placed his hands firmly over his eyes, so that all was dark for him, and waited. Soon he felt his hands being taken away from his face, and he saw before him a lovely woman standing in the water just as he was. And the young man wept, for she had a beauty that was not mortal. But she smiled, and brushed away his tears, and asked him his name, saying that she herself was Nasleanne.
The man was confused, for he had no name that he could remember, and said so.
"But you must have a name," insisted Nasleanne. "If you have no other, take the name that I give you, Orfeané, the Beautiful Voice."
The young man was pleased to have a name, and thanked Nasleanne for her kindness. Immediately he sang a song about his new name, and the woman who had given it to him; and he smiled and laughed as he sang, for he was happy.
Then in a rush he jumped out of the pool, for it was very cold there, and held out his hand to Nasleanne. "Come with me, let us run under the sky and the trees, and see the forest together."
But Nasleanne shook her head, though her smile remained. "It cannot be, Orfeané, for I may not leave the water that is my home. I cannot go with you, nor may you come with me, now you have once entered and left my domain. Indeed, we may not see each other like this again, nor hear the other's voice so clear."
At these words Orfeané's heart grew heavy, and his body shook with grief; he saw that he had lost all that he had so recently and so joyously gained. But again Nasleanne smiled, and spoke.
"Do not be troubled, Orfeané. Realise that though you may not see me, nor I you, I am nonetheless still here, and I shall keep singing, always. You will hear by songs, and you will be a part of my songs. Such a thing deserves no tears. I, too, shall listen, and as I roam the forest I will hear your own songs."
Orfeané did not stop his tears, but turned and fled the pool, and returned to his hut. There he stayed for many days, never venturing out, even for food, such was his grief at the loss. But one morning, as he lay weak and tired, he heard outside a distant music. Instantly he lept up and ran out, following the sound. A great distance he ran through the forest, the sound growing louder and louder; and suddenly he recognised it, and it was not Nasleanne's singing, but the melody of the lark. High above him on a tree branch the bird sat, calling out, and staring down at the dispirited Orfeané. Wretchedly Orfeané clutched his hands over his ears, and stumbled back to his hut.
Before he reached his dwelling, however, he came across a small spring, where a trickle of water emerged from the ground. Thirsty, he bent to drink; at that moment, he heard within the gurgle of the flowing water the singing of his lost love. Cupping both his hands, Orfeané gathered up a drink. As he sipped he heard from all about him the sounds of the forest: the birds and other animals, innumerable insects, the trees and plants growing; and through them all, the song of the water.
Then Orfeané was sad no longer, and rejoiced in all the sounds that were about him. Leaping to his feet he started to sing, as he set forth into the depths of the forest. He sang again, having not made a sound for many days; and while he sang Tir na Noath listened, but did not cease in her own music. He sang, and when he listened to the words he heard himself telling how he had been given the name Orfeané; and he heard himself telling how he had now the name Dearedh, which was his own, and which meant the One Who Listens.

Dorlebh: The monstrous offspring of Duessa and Malbéar, having the form of a large bear, though his eyes were human. He was slain by Beroiwyth. For a time he protected the cauldron (of?) Anneon chu Geogul, before this was stolen by Lindhoeg.

Duessa: A witch, the lover of Malbéar, who often takes the form of a raven. She lives in a bear's cave. It is told that her mother died before her time, when Duessa was still very young. Her father refused to marry another woman, and the child was left without a mother. Instead her grandmother, Rhea Collainen, raised her. Rhea taught the girl all of the knowledge she possessed, telling her the stories of gods and heroes, of secret places and unknown mysteries. Always Duessa was with the old woman; never did she hear the tales of those giving life. For many years it was like this, until Duessa was a woman. Then her father sought to find her a suitable husband, and told his daughter to join in the search. But Duessa's mind was closed to such a path; she was young, but knew all the old law. She fled her home and went to the wild places. There she followed her grandmother's wisdom, and found those who would teach her. And so Duessa became a witch of great power and fame.

Dunmaec: A chieftain renowned for his powerful voice, both in battle and in debate. He possessed Telech an Wobn for a time. He was killed by Caelmyn, when engaged with Creánon on a quest to get water from the river Brochleth, in order to heal his wounded daughter Feanwe. She had been bitten on the ankle by a venemous snake at the site where Dunmaec had slain the sorceror Elich (with the help of Duessa).

Feaddur: The great betrayer who brought an end to the time of mighty heroes and legendary deeds. While he originally swore allegiance to Gwystul, giving his aid to fight Annwyn, he betrayed his oath, and allowed Outsiders into the land. At his invitation and with his aid strange beings never before able to gain entrance invaded the land. Though Feaddur was slain by Derell, his treachery could not be undone so easily, and even after the original incursions had been repulsed or destroyed, still others continued to find ways into the land previously barred to them.

Ferroag: A hero renowned for his ideal virtues. The son of Dioraen and Caelwyn, he lived a short life, but in that time slew many creatures which threatened his land, rescued Duessa (thus ending her emnity with the family of Tuchalwych), and died in destroying the cauldron Anneon chu Geogul, which he achieved by voluntarily leaping within its depths.

Fimbolg: A magical king who rescued Tolwytha from Magron and married her; she bore him a son Asteroath, and a daughter Becca. He possessed an enchanted table that always provided food for its master. After the murder of Tolwytha by her first son (to Magron) Lycoath, he left his homeland to seek the otherworld, where he might be reunited with his love.

The Frog Rune: Once upon a time there lived a woman by the name of Haola. She was not married, for she was the servant of Drubiach, and helped him in his tasks. One year there was a great draught in the land, and many crops and plants withered, and animals died. Then the river waters ceased to flow, until there were only muddy puddles left in its channels. With this the shortage of food grew acute, and the people were in great despair. At length they called on Drubiach to help them, and he came. But the sorceror did not have the ability, powerful though he was, to remove the drought, and he did not wish to interfere in the workings of god. The people, though, were desperate, and begged him to do something. Drubiach relented, and decided to take a reading of rune-sticks.
He called Haola, his helper, to his side, and took from her bag the rune-sticks. After having sung over them, he threw all of them into the air, letting them fall how they may. Then he bent to the ground and inspected their patterns. Suddenly he exclaimed aloud, and pointed at one of the sticks. "See here," he said, "this is a mystery. For such a rune as this has never before existed, and was not carved on any of my sticks."
Haola looked, and indeed she saw, beside the Eye and the Mountains, a rune she did not recognise; and it had the shape of a six pointed star. Drubiach was puzzled, and sat long in thought.
Haola soon became thirsty, standing in the hot sun, and went to the river to find some water. Little water remained there, but at last she found a small pool. She was about to scoop up some water in her hands when a sudden movement caught her eye. Sitting only a few feet away was a frog, which had just swallowed an insect. After a few moments the frog jumped away, hopping rapidly along the river bed. Haola called out to it, saying, "Frog, do not go away so soon. Stop and talk with me here a while, and I shall share this water with you."
The frog ceased its jumping, and said to Haola, "But I have no need of that drop of water; you may have it all yourself." And it resumed its hopping.
Haola was amazed, for she could see no other water about her, The land was dust dry and cracked. "Where is this water, that you do not need mine? For I can see none, though I see further than you."
"I do not need to see it," answered the frog, continuing to jump away. "The insects tell me of it, before I eat them. The river is blocked, they say, far upstream, and that is where I am going. For to be sure there will be water there in plenty."
Much excited Haola returned to Drubiach, and told him her news. Immediately he set off, accompanied by many men and women, marching up alongside the course of the river. Soon they passed the frog, and later they reached the place where the river was indeed blocked. For at this place two giants had fought, and the vanquished one had fallen into the river, filling it entirely. Around his body the water swelled, forming a large bog. Quickly the people set to work shifting the great bulk. When this was done the river rand steadily as before, and the drought was broken. And ever afterwards the new rune was carved on rune-sticks, and the symbol was called the Frog.

Fruatha: A spirit she-wolf who sometimes aids those who are lost. Often she is also regarded as a harbinger of death by violence.

Gliann Dor: Long ago, when Tolmen ruled, his wife bore him two sons on the same day, and a daughter also; and he was considered much blessed, and his wife more so. In the same year that his children were all to become adults, Tolmen died, having fallen into the Lir River. Further disaster followed. On the day before his coming of age Maelych, the elder brother, was found murdered, a knife in his heart. This caused a great disturbance, but the ceremonies went ahead. The next morning at dawn Ranni, the daughter of Tolmen, became a woman, and took part in the counsel of women. That afternoon she came to Gliann Dor, her brother, and spoke to him. "Listen brother. The women do not know who killed our brother, and so they suspect you. For you will rule after this evening. Therefore they have devised a test to determine your guilt. They are even now preparing a great feast for you; if you cannot eat every morsel they provide for you, you will be put to death."
Gliann Dor thanked his sister, and went into the woods alone. As he wandered he passed near the place the women were preparing food, and he saw that there was too much for any man to eat. Worried, he continued on his way. A little further on he came across a small fire burning in a clearing. A man stood there, chopping logs and laying them on the fire. Gliann Dor greeted the man, who only grunted in reply; for no sooner had he placed more wood on the fire than he had to start chopping more, in order to keep the flames satisfied.
Gliann Dor walked on, and as he did so he pondered this sight. Finally he stopped and called out to Belisama. When the goddess heard, he asked her to lend him her aid, to give him the appetite of wild-fire. Belisama agreed, requiring an oath that Gliann Dor repay his debt at some later time; and years later he did indeed fulfill this oath.
Later that day, as the sun began to fall beneath the earth, he undertook the ceremonies and rites which marked his crossing into adulthood. Immediately afterwards the women brought forth many pots filled with food, and commanded him to eat. With Belisama's aid, Gliann Dor quickly consumed all the food given to him. And in this way he was allowed to live, and ruled for many years.

Goan Ma's Beans: As you know, we take our food from the forest and from the land. But it was not always so, and we are fortunate that the gods allow us to live in this fashion. Once, long ago and in another place, some of our people almost forgot that what we have we have by the grace of god, and that what they have given they can also take away. For the people of this village grew beans, and each year they would harvest them, setting aside some as seed for the next year and eating the rest. One year, however, the crop failed. The people were somewhat surprised, for this had never happened before, but as before they put aside some of the seed for the next year, and ate the rest, though there was little enough of it. These people loved their beans, and wouldn't go without. Except for one, Goan Ma. He left all his share of the crop for seed, and ate none. The others all thought him foolish, but he tightened his belt and scraped by on other foods.
The following year the crop failed again, and the plants were all withered and brown. And now the people of the village, all except Goan Ma, ate all of the beans, for they thought that otherwise they would starve. But Goan Ma used all of his beans for seed, though it meant he was very hungry that year.
When the next year came, the people had no seeds for planting, and they did not know what to do. They cried out that Deon had abandoned them, and that the land was no longer bountiful. They began to pack up their belongings, to set off for a new land where they might find more food, leaving behind their village.
But Goan Ma ignored their talk; he did not pack his things. No, he went out to the fields as he always did, and he planted the seeds he had saved from his meagre crop the year before. As the weeks passed, his plants grew and grew, tall and strong; and the beans hanging from there were large, and their colouring amazed everyone. For rather than being a simple green, they were a mottled red, specked with white. Many plants grew from those few seeds, enough to feed the entire village. And the people were contrite, for they had doubted the gods unjustly, and they prayed for forgiveness, which was granted them.
From that time they did not despair when pestilence laid waste their fields; for they would then plant all the seed the had, and go hungry, knowing that the gods were testing them. Forever after, also, those red beans were called Goan Ma's beans, though we see them rarely here.

Imroi Boánn: A fortress in the Tir na Noath, this building is dominated by the Tower of Flints that rises to a great height above the surrounding forest. The place is ancient, and the architecture is unlike anything else in this world. The site has long been deserted, but it was once the home of Morgael. It is told that he took possession of the hold after he was swallowed by the serpent which dwelt there. The name in fact means Serpent's Home.

Iolaipth chu Geoghan: The magical spear that was the weapon of Iolainn. When Iolainn was only seven years old he was taken forcibly from his home by a band of Creach-Lin. As they travelled the weather grew stormy, and before the captive and his enslavers reached Neach Lin, lightning bolts were raining down from heaven. One such struck a nearby tree, splitting it asunder; and there, resting between the two parts, lay a great spear, of wonderful strength and unnatural sharpness. Taking up the weapon, the young Iolainn laid about him, striking the Creach-Lin with many mighty blows, and they fell to the earth and lay still.
It was only later, however, that the spear was given its name. Having returned home safely, he was visited by Duessa, who took him with her to a deep cave under the ground; she ordered him to return the spear to the earth by throwing it into the pit of fire that was there. Iolainn did as he was bid, and hurled the whole weapon into the fire with all his strength. Leaving the cave Duessa then took the boy to the bank of a black river, which was called Diorhiann. There a mighty ash tree stood, its branches stretching out over the water. One branch which grew straight and strong was tipped with a glowing sheathe of metal, and no leaves clung to it. Duessa told Iolainn to pluck down the branch and bathe it in the water, taking care that he did not get wet himself. He did this, but as he raised the spear from the river, some drop fell on his hand unnoticed. These ceremonies complete, Duessa named the spear Iolaipth chu Geoghan and gave it to Iolainn to be his weapon and protector forever.
And so for many years it served Iolainn, and he became a mighty hero; and Annwyn was afraid. But the drops of black water that had gone unnoticed so long before now began to do its work. Soon he became extremely weary, and fell into a great slumber. He dreamed, and in his dreams all those he had slain were assembled together, at a place where stones touched the sky, and a burning tree shed fiery leaves and burned the faces of those he loved. Then the leaves became spears, and still they fell, and his friends died, while those he had slain laughed and rose up in life. And Iolainn, remembering his life, saw that indeed he had killed, and had killed those who replaced the slain, but companions died also, and no others came. Feeling himself alone, he left his armies and wandered the land by himself.
At length he came to Nin Tolwar, and a sudden fit took hold of him. Cursing the fate of those doomed to remain when others left, he took Iolaipth chu Geoghan in both hands, and brought it crashing down on the stone altar that stood in that sacred place. With a blast like a thunderclap the spear broke in two, its parts quickly consumed entirely by a fire of huge heat. His mood leaving him, Iolainn kneeled down and wept upon the unwelcoming earth. At last he rose and returned to the battle. And so it was that the hero Iolainn died as he fought to the very gates of Barrach Negen, surrounded by foes and unaided by his magical spear.

Lachui: A lake at the base of the Tiowyn Mountains, surrounded by the Tir na Noath. Many spirits are said to dwell here, though they are seldom met. The stream which, by way of many waterfalls, enters the lake has no name; that which flows from it is called the Cul. Few dare to swim in its undoubtedly magical waters, for it is held to be a gateway to the otherworld.

Lindhoeg: The son of Gearoach, as a young man he fell in love with Willechlea, the follower (lover?) of Annwyn, when the latter conquered his family's lands. Years later he secretly penetrated Annwyn's stronghold Barrach Negen on Taurlibn mountain. From there he rescued Willechlea while Annwyn slept. Once the two reached safety, however, Willechlea grew suddenly older, and in a few moments died of extreme old age. Seeking aid, Lindhoeg learnt from the sorceror Elich that his only chance of regaining his love was to immerse her body in the cauldron Anneon chu Geogul. He therefore stole the cauldron from its ancient site at Mallcuon don Canrhéu, where it was guarded by Dorlebh. Following Elich's words, he put Willechleás body in the cauldron's waters. But to his horror, his love was restored to him only as a Creach-Lin (a nearly deathless warrior slave, a soul-husk). Attacked by this creature, and unable to stand the sight of Willechlea so transformed, he slew her with his spear. Having killed his love, the sorceror Elich appeared to him in disguise, and led the wretched man to take his own life.

Liobhan Hill: A hill at the very end of the Tiowyn Mountains, and the location of Caelych Goregh.

Luibhe: Long ago, before even Dun Ferric existed, the land hereabouts was of great beauty. The forest cloaked the hills, and the only place not under their cover was a silver lake, called Luibhe. In this lake lived a family of spirits (need a better word), who tended its waters and the lands nearby. All was well until the youngest daughter, Tiufe, found in her wanderings a small statuette, hidden under a tree root.
The small token was made from a dark stone that Tiufe had never seen before, and she was repelled by it. She knew that it was not a thing which belonged here, and wished to destroy it. Being a dutiful child, she took it with her back to her home in the lake, and handed the hateful object to her parents, so that they might dispose of it. But to her surprise and horror, her father thought the statuette a fine piece of work, and desired to keep it. Though Tiufe begged with him to destroy it, he silenced her, saying that it was his right to keep the object, and that he found it more beautiful than any other of his possessions.
Much distressed, Tiufe nevertheless remained silent for a time. But as the years passed she noticed how her father was changing; he became more and more feeble, while his concern for the statuette increased, so that he would allow no one to approach it, and cared not at all for his family, who seemed not to notice. All except Tiufe, who at length undertook to improve the situation. One evening she crept into her father's room and took the statuette from its accustomed place, intending to destroy it herself. However, her father noticed her, and accused her of treachery. Hurrying after his daughter, he grabbed hold of Tiufe, trying to wrestle the statue from her grasp. Determined not to let go, Tiufe in turn struck out at her father, pushing him away with the hand that held the statue. But either her strength was greater than she knew, or her father more feeble, for he collapsed under her blow, his blood running freely. Appalled, Tiufe stood in horror as the blood poured out, over herself and the object of strife, and into the lake. Immediately where it touched the water, the trees, the creatures of the lake, they became dark and twisted, as if in reproach at the kin-slayer. And Tiufe's family fled that place, leaving her alone at its heart, where she has remained brooding ever since. And as the years have passed, the lake has grown ever more swampy, and is now a treacherous bog.

Luochlin: When once Creánon was wandering over the Tiowyn Mountains, he saw among the rocks a huge granite hand, which seemed to him to point up to a dark cave high on the mountain side. Entering the cave he could see nothing, but he resolved to go forward. The cave tunnelled deep into the mountain in a twisting passage, and it was long before Creánon came to its end. There he heard, for the depths of the cave were lightless, a piteous cawing, like that of a trapped bird. Reaching out, he was met by a clawed and disfigured hand to match his own. Returning the way he had come, Creánon led the creature out to the light. When it reached the mouth of the cave, it gave a mighty cry and lept forth into the air. Creánon could now see that the beast was in whole as disfigured as its part. Its head was that of an eagle, and the wings of that animal stretched from its back. Its body, however, was like that of a horse, but with long golden hair; and it had no sexual organs. For a long while it flew through the air, beating its great wings, before returning to the earth beside Creánon. Then it took him on its back and bore him up, for it was full-grown and strong, and Creánon named it Luochlin, which is Swift Seeker.
For the next year the two journeyed far and long, Luochlin seeing everything for the first time, Creánon seeing his known world from the air. But at the end of this year, Luochlin felt death approaching, and he bore his friend on his back to Nin Tolwar. There Creánon dismounted, and Luochlin stood before the stone and cried out loud and long in his cawing tongue. Then he fell to the earth and died. Creánon, having witnessed this, left the sacred place and never returned.

Lycoath: The son of Magron and Tolwytha, he killed his mother for her "betrayal" of his father. Now he is pursued by his half-brother Asteroath across the world.

Magidion: This hero was the last born descendent of Fimbolg, who was of Dunan's line. He was the first not to take a spirit as wife, and in this lay his doom. He loved a mortal woman, Elleth, and declined to ally himself and his family to a woman of the forest. After long years of marriage Elleth had yet had no child, and she asked a witch if there was anything that could be done. The witch replied that the matter was dependent on Magidion, and that he should come to her himself if he desired a child. Elleth told her husband this news, and he promptly went to the see the witch. And she was glad that he had come, and said to him that in order to have an heir, he must first sleep with her. Magidion was loathe to do this, but the witch was firm that this was the only way he might ever have children. After they had done this, the witch told him to return to his wife, and lie with her. But first she cut a lock of his hair, and put it away in a box.
Some months later Elleth said to her husband that she was pregnant, and Magidion rejoiced. His delight was short-lived, however, as soon afterwards Elleth disappeared from their home. Unknowing of what to do, Magidion went again to see the witch, but she was no longer there. Then he went to ask the spirits of the forest for aid. They said, "Your family has ties with us which are ancient. For this you may call upon us three times. Do not call on us for aid a fourth time, for you refused the traditional union." The hero immediately asked what had happened to his wife, and the spirits said that she had been taken from her home and was being led to Imroi Boánn. Magidion gave thanks for the answer, and set off in pursuit.
As he approach Imroi Boánn, he saw ahead his wife, led as a captive by a strong, handsome young man. Looking back, the man saw him, and waved. "You are too late, father. You cannot save her." And he took a seed from his pouch and threw it down upon the ground behind him. In an instant a high wall of fire lept up, blocking the passage. Magidion drew near, but knew that he could not pass through the flames alive. So he called again to the spirits, requesting their aid. They came, and told him that he must throw earth on the flames, and they taught him a song to sing while he passed through the barrier. Thanking them, Magidion gathered up handfuls of earth. These he threw onto the flames, and stepped forward as they died down. Singing as he had been instructed, he walked quickly, and came to the other side untouched by the heat.
By now the young man and his prisoner had reached the gates of the fortress. As they passed inside, the man took some dust from his pouch, and blew it at the doors. In a moment they slammed fast, and Magidion's every effort was not enough to budge them, for all his strength was great. He remained shut out and separated from his love. For a third time he summoned the spirits, and requested their aid. And the spirits said nothing; but a great wind arose, and buffeted the gates. For a while they remained in place, but finally the might of the air ripped the doors open. Magidion rushed inside and ascended the mighty tower. And as he climbed, he could see through the narrow windows Tir na Noath spread out around and below him, reaching out almost to the ends of the earth. Then at last he reached the highest room, and there he confronted the young man as he was making ready to kill Elleth. The man greeted him again, saying, "I had wished to spare you the sight of this, father, though it must be done." And Magidion answered, "Twice now you have called me 'father', but my only child lies unborn in its mother's belly."
"It is no lie, I am your son. Is this not yours," and he drew forth from his pouch the self-same lock of hair that the witch had taken, "and does it not match my own?" And indeed the hair was just like that of the young man.
"However this is possible," said Magidion, "you shall not kill my wife." He raised his weapon and attacked, and his foe did likewise. For many hours they fought, and neither appeared to be the better. But as the sun retired to its home under the earth, the young man faltered. Magidion lept forward with a cry, and struck out with a mighty blow. Yet even as he did so, the last light faded, and his foe regained his position. The weapon of Magidion cracked and broke upon the armour of the enemy. Quickly he called once more on the spirits to help him in his need, but there was no answer to his cries. Thereupon the man turned from him and killed Elleth and her child. This done, he said, "Father, I am your son. I am Deorledh. Do not mourn these deaths over much, for they were unworthy of you. Let us go now from this place and enter the world again together."
But Magidion stared long at the body of his wife, and said nothing; until at last, weeping and wailing, he threw himself down from the tower and died.

Magron: The enemy of Fimbolg, first husband of Tolwytha, and father of Lycoath. He kidnapped Tolwytha from her family (her father was Nalben), then killed those who came after her. Before this he had been a member of Fimbolg's clan (?). When Fimbolg heard of this action, however, he cast Magron out, and the two became enemies where once they had been friends. Fimbolg eventually rescued Tolwytha, but Magron escaped, using his magical powers (he owned a cloak of feathers which allowed him to fly as a bird). After Fimbolg left this world, Magron continued to cause trouble, until finally he was slain by Tuchulwych.

Malbéar: A sorceror, the lover of Duessa. Their quarrel sparked many events among the heroes, and both played a large part in the events of the Telech an Wobn.

Malbog: A sorceror who originally travelled with Drubiach, but left him and learnt with Morgael, Drubiach's enemy. He quickly grew impatient with his new master's teachings also, and went off on his own. At first he caused trouble among the clans, but was deterred from further such trouble-making by an irate Breghleor. After this he fell in love with Llwycca, who spurned him. Using his sorcerous powers he tried to compel her to love him, but he succeeded only in sending her spirit to the otherworld. So desperately in love was he that he resolved to fetch her back from the dead. [Variant from the above here: different story traditions, I guess. :] To aid him on this quest, though the gift was accompanied by many warnings, Morgael gave him Tuar an Taulegh. Using this he travelled to Camith Giln where he spent many days in opening a gate to the otherworld. Once there he sought and found, after many perils, the spirit of Llwycca. This he took back with him to the world of mortals, forcing the protesting spirit back into the body. Malbog expected her, now once more alive, to be so grateful to her rescuer that she would love him. When she instead once more spurned him, he was so enraged that he struck her dead, sending her spirit to the otherworld to finally rest forever in peace.
After this episode Malbog rejected the affairs of men entirely. He swapped Tuar an Taulegh for seven magical stones from Galadh. These stones, the Linaec Naur, gave him many powers, and for a long time he travelled the world, learning its secrets. Eventually he became tired of this also, and resolved to delve into the mysteries of the otherworld. Passing through devious and unknown ways he came at last to Cromwellech. There he tried to use the powers of the Linaec Naur to summon a sleeping god. The stones, however, did not work as he had expected, and instead of the desired effect he managed only to trap himself in Cromwellech, where his final fate remains a mystery.

Mallcuon don Caurhéu: A holy place set amidst a nameless forest, it is thought to be the site where the gods gathered to create the world. Many large stones are found here, some still standing, but most have fallen over. The place is desolate and atop a high hill. The cauldron Anneon chu Geogul was kept here for a time, guarded by Dorlebh.

Nailogh: The giant smith who lives and works beneath the earth. Sometimes the force of his blows at the forge cause tremors in the earth.

Nalben: Father of Tolwytha and two sons, who both died trying to rescue Tolwytha from Magron; the eldest left a wife and son behind. Nalben was a Trehaen. He married Tulchea na Greogh, the daughter of Culgréach, the spirit-force (?) of the river Cul.

Neach Lin: An old stone bridge that crosses the Lin River. The giant Arach is said to have built it by ripping the single stone slab from Mount Caeleb. It then became the primary means of passage between the lands of Incalleogh on the left bank of the river and the Rianne lands on the right bank. The most famous crossing on this bridge was when Breghleor and his armies marched over the bridge on their way to crush the forces of Annwyn and overthrow the lord himself. Before the bridge was in place Ciuleagharan led the remains of his people across the river in the opposite direction.

Nin Tolwar: A sacred site in the middle of Tir na Noath, this place is especially significant because Toeran was born here, though the circumstances of his birth or creation are obscure. The focus of the clearing is the altar (statue?) of stone that stands at its centre. Offerings were often left here, of animals or crafted objects, and perhaps also people, though the purpose of any such gifts is hard to fathom if they were indeed meant for the Maker. The site is more a place where gifts are given to mortals: it was here that both Tuchalwych and Ferroag were given the weapons and tokens which marked their comings-of-age. Luochlin the griffon flew here with Creánon when it felt death approaching, and died in worship. Creánon, however, forever after refused to approach the place. Duessa buried Tuar an Taulegh at the foot of the altar, in order to remove it from this world; much earlier Iolainn broke his magical spear over the stone, sealing his doom.

Taulegh: A cunning crafter of metals, he made many items of power and significance, including the Tuar an Taulegh. Because of his excellent work, he was commissioned by the god Caerogion to forge a hunting horn from materials the god had gathered from both worlds. Taurlegh was so delighted to have such extraordinary materials to work with that he kept much of them aside, using many mundane metals in the construction of the horn. Having handed over the finished horn to Caerogion, he received his payment: a black cloak that would keep him hidden from any scrying eyes. As soon as the god left with his horn, Taulegh put on the cloak, packed up his belongings and fled his home. When Caerogion discovered the trick and sought Taulegh, he was unable to find him, due to his own gift.
Once the smith had settled in a new home, he began to forge again, but always wore his black cloak, for fear of Caerogion's anger. It was at this new home that Morgael found him. The two came to an agreement. Morgael, being something of a sorceror, would help Taulegh with his enchantments, in return for which Taulegh would show Morgael something of the art of smithing. During this collaboration Taulegh for the first time used the materials given to him by Caerogion for the making of his horn. From them he fashioned a crown of shining metal and bright jewels. Then he asked Morgael to enchant it for him, with the powers of earth and sky, wood and stream, and dominion over animals and spirits. Morgael agreed, and did this, but in secret added also enchantments such that whosoever wore the crown would be revealed to his enemies. When the work was done, Taulegh eagerly put on his creation, unknowingly revealing himself to Caerogion. And though the Tuar an Taulegh did indeed give him the powers he wished, yet it did not protect him from Caerogion, who slew him and in the otherworld chained him in a deep cave with bonds of unbreakable iron.

Telech an Wobn: The armband made by Wobn, given as a coming of age gift to Reorh, was taken from his dead body by a wolf. Later it was found amongst the treasure hoard of the giant Arach by Tuchalwych and worn by him until Duessa persuaded (tricked?) him to yield it to her. A raven next gave it to Dunmaec, whose companion Creánon took it after his friend's death at the hand of Caelmyn, who was in turn slain by Creánon. Creánon lost the bracelet when he was killed, but after rising again he gained it back from the sorcerous Malbéar. The armband finally disappeared with him.

Tiowyn Mountains: A range of mountains believed to be the prone body of the giant Tiowyn, who collapsed here because he grew to such a height that he had no air to breathe.

Tir na Noath: The forest that forms the most distinctive geography of Rianne lands. Except where mountains rise above its roof and men labour at agriculture, the forest is everywhere. It has abundant wildlife, and many men live there also. For those who live outside its eaves it is an awesome thing, and while many supernatural powers dwell there, its guardian is often simply called Tir na Noath. Many of the trees are ancient, and were first created with the sky and the earth. Only in modern ages did mountains rise up and sunder the complete cover of trees, and still more recently have men left their small mark on its expanse; for Tir na Noath is in origin one with every other forest, though they may have differing names.

Tuar an Taulegh: The crown made by Taulegh from materials stolen from the god Caerogion, and enchanted by Morgael. It has the powers of earth and sky, wood and stream, and dominion over animals and spirits; but it also reveals the wearer to his enemies. After the death of its maker and first wearer, Morgael possessed it, though he did not wear it. Instead he gave it away to Malbog, warning him against using it. It is said that Malbog wore it only once, in order to travel to Cameth Giln and from there cross over the otherworld. After this he bargained it away to Galadh in return for seven magical stones (which brought his death). Galadh, though he knew the perils of using Tuar an Taulegh, did so regardless in order to challenge Annwyn. Even with the crown's powers, Galadh proved no match for Annwyn, who destroyed him utterly, thus gaining the crown for himself. Much later, unused, he gave it to Elich in exchange for Anneon chu Geogul. Elich, though perhaps aware of the dangers, quickly succumbed to the temptation and wore the crown. Soon after he was discovered by Duessa, who aided Dunmaec in destroying the sorceror. Duessa ended the history of Tuar an Taulegh by burying it at Nin Tolwar, thus giving it to the gods of the otherworld, to whom it rightfully belonged.

Tuchalwych: A hero and warrior who was exiled from his home. After defeating many of his enemies with skill at arms, cunning, and magical aid, he is tricked by the sorceress Duessa into destroying his family. Whereupon he dies defending the remnants of his people from a mighty serpent.

Tull Reabainm: A burial mound (Tull) erected near Dun Ferric to cover Reabainm and his son Datho. Reabainm had offended Morgael by ridiculing her magic after she had failed to make a cat move from its resting place in the sun. Angrily she told him to depart, saying also that her power was more than enough to destroy mortals, and wishing him happy hunting. On his return home, Reabainm found his lands ravished and his people terrorised by a ferocious hound. The king swore to protect his people by slaying the beast, and hunted it down. When the creature saw its hunter, it tried to flee, but turned to fight when driven to a corner. In a mighty struggle Reabainm was sorely wounded, but ultimately victorious - with a giant stroke he separated the dog's head from its body. Whereupon the corpse changed to be the freshly slain body of Datho. Cursing his foolishness and his fate, Reabainm forsook his own life; thus was Morgael avenged. The mound was built by those who found the bodies of father and son lying side by side in death.

Yrbera: As a young man Yrbera married Bricriu, and though their bond was lifelong, they had no childdren. For both were great crafters, highly skilled in making many things. Bricriu was a weaver, and Yrbera was a carver of wood, and together they provided their people with many fine tools, clothes, tapestries and carvings.
At this time, long ago, the people were settled on the land, but as yet they had no meeting-hall. When all was made ready, Ciuleagharan ordered the building of such a place, a hall fit to mark the arrival of the Tualfehn in this new god-blessed land. In particular Ciuleagharan asked that a record of the coming of the Tualfehn be made, and also an account of the creation of the world. Bricriu took the first task, and she made a tapestry more beautiful than any other. The second task was given to Yrbera, and he set out to fashion a carving to support the roof of the hall.
He travelled alone deep into the forest, to where the highest trees grew. Selecting one of suitable size and proportion, he felled it, and immediately set to work on the carving. However, he had only just begun marking out the Birth of Snake, when the strike of his chisel cracked the trunk wide open, ruining it. Disappointed, Yrbera returned to his home to rest.
The next day, he set out into the forest again, to the deep groves. There he found another tree, of a different nature than the first, but of similar height and girth. After felling it, he set to work on the carving. This time the trunk did not split, but when he came to carve out The Fire Theft, his blows caused the hard wood to splinter, spoiling the work. Discouraged, Yrbera stopped his work, but it was now too late for him to return to his home.
Lighting a small fire, Yrbera wondered at the ill-omened start to this great project. As he did so, he unconsciously picked up some of the branches that lay about, and wittled at them, as was his habit of many years. As he sat and carved, he determined that as the pillar was an artifact of great importance, so it required the greatest of efforts to make, and unsurpassed skill. Thus his thoughts turned to the gods, and especially Toeran, the Maker.
And now, his mind resolved to speak with the god and beseech his aid, Yrbera looked down at the sticks he had been shaping. In wonder he saw that they were in the form of a coiled snake, its mouth gaping. Suddenly inspired, Yrbera held the figure in outstretched arms above the fire, and called to the god. Several times he cried out, and the flames leaped higher, scorching his hands. Letting the stick fall into the fire, he fell back in pain, dazed.
At that moment the god appeared to him.
It is not known what words were exchanged between them, but the next morning Yrbera was filled with resolve and enthusiasm to return to his task. Leaving his resting place, he took with him his new god-given tools and sought out another tree.
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Yrbera finds a good tree, and using his new tools, his preliminary carving is sound. He takes the tree back to his village, and begins work in earnest. After many months, the work is done, and the beam becomes the support for the great hall at Hir Naon. But Yrbera, who was already old, fell ill, and could not leave his hut. He asked his apprentice to fulfil his own promise to Toeran, that the tools given by the god would be returned after this work. The apprentice agreed to do this, but secretly hid the tools, telling Yrbera that he had done as he was asked. When Yrbera died, he was not allowed to cross to the place of the dead, for he had not returned Toeran's gift. As a deathless shade, then, he remained at Hir Naon, trapped near the creation he had not fully paid for. It was only after some time that Yrbera's wife, Bricriu, understood what had happened, and confronted the apprentice. When he revealed all, Bricriu took the tools to Nin Tolwar and left them for the god. At once Yrbera's shade was allowed to depart to Falon, and the apprentice lost all of his skill at carving.