#morfran

Morfran was a knight who was so ugly that during the battle of Camlann, no one wanted to fight him cause they all thought he was a demon. Rude!

Morfran was referenced in a welsh triad as being one of the three slaughterblocks of britain (that’s why he’s a executioner here)

He was also included in a triad where he was labelled as one of the “three offensive knights” along with Saddef and Glewlwyd. Here I made them into a little found family along with Glewlwyd’s servants, Gwion, Penpingion and the rest.

Swirling, twisting, dancing through the air, I fly on magpie’s wings, following the fall of feathers, black and brown, salted by the sea, an ocean raven on the wind. O’ Morfran, seen by few, honored by less, you call to me, a sea raven’s song upon the salty sea wind, and I fly towards what you show me– a reflection of myself.

I’m a bit late for this but i want to thanks all my friend that made a little masterpiece for my Birthday. Up and Left: @whirlwind-lancer-dilan with our new baby Darrel&Kay, they are so beautiful and charming~♥

Up and Right: @hikarain with Închis and Takao, (and two mini ele-chan e Hika-chan XD) i love Închis’ expression and sorry for complicated your life with Takao’s outfit X°D

Down and Left: Teo has no Tumblr. Morfran seem a very villain when he draws him XD

Down and Right: @raven-84 thanks for these adorable Morfran and Caronte, i want to squish the cheeks to both XD

Chief poet to Elphin am I. My home is in the land of the angels. I was with the Lord in the heavens When Lucifer fell. I was in the ark with Noah And survived the fall of Troy. I was atop the cross of the merciful son of God. Johannes the prophet called me Merlin, But now kings call me Taliesin. I am the chief poet of the West. Now release Elphin from his chains.  

In the days when Arthur ruled over Britain, there was a nobleman of the land named Tegid Foel, who had a wife named Ceridwen who was skilled in magic, enchantment, and divination. She and Tegid had a son who was terribly ugly. They named him Morfran, the Great Crow, but also called him Afagddu, or Utter Darkness.

Ceridwen loved and pitied her son, so she determined to give him the gift of prophecy to counter his hideous looks. She discovered that by certain herbs and cunning she could make a potion that would give him this special knowledge. The mixture had to be cooked in a great cauldron of water for a year and a day. At the end of that time, three drops containing the virtue of prophecy would spring forth from the cauldron...

- Gwion Bach and the Taliesin in Celtic Mythology: Tales of Gods, Goddesses, and Heroes.