And it came that in the spring of 1097, the spirit of the high King fled from the vessel of Wraith, Laird Buchanan, into it's true resting place in the body of Angus Ryan, conceived of the Morrigan, delivered of the Blodwyn and raised by the Cerridwen. And the form of Wraith returned to his natural, elven form and all could see that the spirit of the high king was no longer with him.

Now Wraith saw that his otherworldly powers had left him and he was afraid. When the true High King, Angus Ryan, still yet a babe, but six months old, was threatened by the goblin hoards, wraith sent his troops on a mission to relieve the siege of Dun Robin rather than to Pitlochry, which is called by some Pitlochry, where Angus Ryan and the Cerridwen were sore pressed by their enemies. But a group of heroes, with the clan McYokel, the Old Invincibles and the Exiles amongst them, defied the order of the traitor Buchanan and went to the aid if the babe and the Queen.

Through cunning and bravery the Goblin hoards were sent from Pitlochry and the Cerridwen and her charge were kept safe. Then did the Blodwyn the Morrigan and the Cerridwen meet, to discuss matters of import, and they were filled with sorrow at the betrayal of the traitor Buchanan, and they did seek him out at Rockholme, and did ask for him to repent. But in his pride, he would not and though many men did speak against him and in truth, he did bring forth a witness to speak falsely for him, but the Cerridwen did discern the lie and did send the traitor from her sight.

 Then did Buchanan flee south to the lands of Albion, for he did fear the wrath of the Queens. And his titles and positions were stripped from him and from thence he was known only as the Traitor.

Lady General Heather McBeth Queen Morrigan,

Megan McTwattum Queen Cerridwen & Shennanigans McDroo Queen Blodwyn.

Your indispensable guide to the various groups at the Gathering.

The MacGregors

Gregor McFinn (rather elderly and slightly deranged uncle of Craggle Finhorn) disappeared one day when he popped oot for a loaf o' bread..... None o' the McFinns saw him again. He turned up in Connacht promptly set up home with any & all of the available local lasses. He was joined by various rouges, Jeraphim Brown & Willie Brennan just to name a few. They all fathered various offspring and became tenant farmers. On the death of Gregor his son Cian led the clan across Grin but soon after Cian drank himself to death. Leader less, the children of Gregor arrived in Meath where the bard of the clan meet Craggle Finhorn in an easten port & after a night of carousing the clan agreed to let Craggle lead them.

After hearing how uselas the dragons were he led them back to Caledonia. At present the MacGregors wander on landless & tartanless (as they have not got just one but a few in the clan...).

By the Gods it's cold out here !

After taking a bit of a wee holiday in the east of Erin and becoming the chiefy of the MacGregors I went to talk to King Ash and ask about land for the clan. The MacGregors having been tenant farmers in Connacht for a while, he offered us land in Meath. Well we were going to move in when terrible news arrived from Dunnagal. The city had been had taken, Derry had been sacked and an army of red gold wielders and formorians were set to invade the rest of Erin.

So we decided to hitch a lift with Boggy Black, a captain from the fleet and head back to Caledonia. I myself shall go to the moots and talk to the queens and swear the MacGregors allegiance. The MacGregors and the McYokels will stand shoulder to shoulder and Barrel to Barrel at the Gathering. So I look forward to seeing you all soon. I thank you for your hospitality of the last year or two, but now I shall be a chief at last and fight alongside you in my own right.

Farewell and all the best

Craggle Finhorn MacGregor

(nee McYokel, Nee McFinn)

Editor McYokel

In the last copy of the Bull it read:

...descendants of Dragonswoe (aka Sheepworrier) McYokel after they started heretical rumours that Yokel was actually the offspring of Bethan the sacred sheep... I would like to set the record straight on the following points:

1. Dragonswoe was never called Sheepworrier, this was a scurrilous rumour and completely unfounded. He never worried any sheep and infact got on well with almost every sheep he met.
2. Dragonswoe was (like the rest of our clan) a McTaff. The whole clan are McTaffs because we (this is you included) are descended from Taff; which leads me on to my third point.
3. We are all descended from Taff, son of Bethan. Just because your half of the family lost the record books in the great fire of 947 and you all became confused about your roots (to the point of changing your names), it doesn't change our heritage.
4. "Heretical rumours" is not the correct turn of phrase. For one, it is factual knowledge about our ancestry not a rumour; and second, if we were (but we are not) the ones to get our ancestry wrong then it is surly not herasy, we do not claim that you are heretics for your beliefs....but then every one knows that all your inbreeding has made a lot of you simple rubbish.

Yours in Bethan's Name...

Dai McTaff, Cheify of the Clan McTaff

Iyll tell ya all dis storee too tri to place dis fowl monster in the korrekt lite. Can you magine dur hoomiliation. My muva woz thrown owt of the septic armpit tribe and wee ad 2 bee brought up on s'vgs ann stuff.

I wanted to no yhy me mum wos thrown owt ov dur tribe. Menee of mi cusins had dads woo wore skirtz and didn't visit butt they wore still excepted as septic armpitt boys. Eye asked me arntee and she sed dat she chose du dads ov all mih cosens. So after assking me mum annd why dere is all this hommiliation. It was cos Nobbee chose my mum. Can not sommthing bee don to stop fowl perverts like Nobby from arrasing people ?

Torpid

(doesn't want too be related to do McYokel).

Ow I kild Lord Raif

... so I'm down thu pub rite ... an I ears raifs a durtee traitor ... Wen all a sudden like in ee warks rite up to thu bar an says eel ave a pint ov tee an sum butturd scons ... an then all albeeon like ee spilt my pint so I goes oi raif ar you lookin an it im wiv me ax ... anyway ee jus larfs an says I carnt kil im cos I ain't got a majik wepun ... so I goes thats wot you fink cos like I knows ive got a GERT MAJIK WEPON (eh? eh?) ee dont no abowt rite ... anyway so I puts me and down me trowsurs like and wips owt (I think that's probably about enough of that - editor).

Vel

This month Uncle Yargon cannot be with us but thankfully Chaos and Denzil have bravely agreed to cover for him...

Dear Uncle Chaos,

For some reason no one seems to trust my leadership anymore. Yesterday I asked if anyone would like to walk down the shops with me and everyone hid. Please help.

Unpopular of Caledonia

Dear Thomas,

You can be MY friend. Mr Turnip likes you too. He doesn't like shops though. They gang up on him. Sometimes they say nasty things as well. I hear them. Maybe (that's enough of that as well -Editor).

Dear Uncle Denzil,

Only a few weeks ago I had a nice quiet life with my husband, son and army of lackeys ... now I'm reduced to a nervous wreck having heard that the Bears intend to soundly kick my grovelling minions this year.

Flustered of Albion

Dear Lady T.

You're going home in a Tartan bodybag! ... you're going home in a tartan bodybag! ... you're going home in a tartan bodybag! ...(oh my god they're everywhere! I can't manage a single article without one of the loonies getting to it! That's it, out of the office all of you! And you Halibut! Go to the pub or something and leave me in piece! - Editor).

Here, in the mountains near Loch Tay, a group of brave McYokels, led by Chiefy Nobby McYokel are seriously kicking Goblin butt. Below us Master McTays tower is a forlorn and the target of the Goblin armies. Attacking both day and night the McYokels are using skill, tactics and in the case of the Storm Bulls, each other to whittle the goblin numbers down. Morale is high here as a new supply of mead has reached our hidden camp and today's victories are being celebrated in typical Celtic fashion.

Ah, Aaron a word for those not here to enjoy the fighting and celebrations?

"Ha ha, you missing out on seeing that I'm better than Denzil, at drinking and at fighting. Storm Bull more like Shower Calf."

Viscous accusations indeed about the leader of the Storm Bulls.

Is there any word of your missing charge Ash and your Uncle Yargon? "No, otherwise we would be having a real party." Thank you Aaron.

Chief Nobby any comments on the situation? "Well there are lots of gobbos so we had better kill a lot more." That's it from me....

Razzi McYokel, Somewhere in the mountains

(Now I'm off to the bar...).

See the little Goblin

See his little feet

See his little toes-y-woes

Isn't the Goblin sweet

See the little Goblin

See his little eyes

See Denzil's claymore

Watch that Goblin die

(From the rumoured 2IC of the O'Donnells)

In relation to your article published in the May issue, which was totally inaccurate! As for us not wearing Bloody Tartan, this rumour is unfounded. This is because the pattern is just so fine most people miss it, especially Caledonians! Unfortunately you have to be true Irish in order to see the rapidly changing patterns (it is rumoured that Stephen McYokel (Oops) O'Donnell can no longer see 'em since his disappearance in the battles with the goblins.

We are not in general and in most, we are not intent on marrying as many Bears as possible, but seeing this is a new world to us we are (or should I say I am, as my faithful assistant is now Dead due to incompetent leadership in battle) involved in scientific investigation

(Next thing you will now he will be asking to meet Scully and Mulder McYokel!! - Editor).

With the help from other members of our faction I will try and discover if their bits are the same as the bits I/we have. Only the clan Chief is intent on marrying McYokels, a child she maybe as well as from non-noble background, (to my knowledge) he is a disgrace to our fathers name! Yes we are well up for Fighting, Feasting and Singing but seeing the last time we meet our two (at the time) finest singers were engaged in scientific investigation with Fetish McYokel.....

(Thank you very much Fetish - Editor)[You were most helpful.... But I'm still not convinced about this "Mead" thing, could we try again?].

Our chief is completely tone deaf and usually gets beaten severely every-time he try's to sing, which he has a similar sound to a strangled cat... And talking of the disgrace known as "Stephen", he is the only male member of the clan who wears leggins, but only when he's been in the presence of Chiefy McYokel ... (are we missing something? is he going to marry Knobby McYokel as well as Caitlin ?) I can only assume you that the rest of the male clan members who wear kilts (a very un-celtic pastime) DO NOT WEAR GIRLIE LEGGINS OR TIGHTS!..

And on that note at the end of some at least mildly controversial comments about members of the clan near and far a small request to any readers of the Bull (females only at the moment until I find a new research assistant - anyone can apply) could I investigate with your help to either prove or disprove any theories of Mead.

To Roo McPooh or any McPooh, could you explain to me what a Christopher Robin is? Or where I can get one! But any way I must go, more drinking to do, probably some fighting and a lot of scientific investigation (No rest for the wicked or Scientist!!!)

A Vote for free love...

Will see ya all in Battle...

Shamus O'Donnell

The Rules of the Storm Bulls

Rule 1: No Incantors !

Rule 2: No wearing armour unless on privy duty!

Rule 3: No Incantors!

Rule 4: No beating up the Landlord, unless he asks you to pay your tab!

Rule 5: No Incantors!

Rule 6: There is NAH rule 6!

Rule 7: No Incantors!

 Shield Wall, Shield Wall, Shield Wall, CHARGE!

On behalf of the Clan McYokel is proud to extend ...

An Open Invitation to the joint birthday celebration of

Denzil & Breaca McYokel

+ the 3^rd anniversary of the birth of the (possibly) late Ash McYokel

On the night of Saturday 28^th of the 6^th Month at the Moot of the Bears Faction.

 All (except Unliving and Demons) Welcome

Bring a bottle ( as if we need to tell you!)

This Paper was brought to you by Editor McYokel

With Contributions by:

	The Queenies
	Denzil McYokel
	Teran McYokel
	Chaos McYokel
	Razzi McYokel
	Craggle Finhorn
	Vel (ALF)

 

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Storm Bull Costumes

Just to remind anyone (of any clan) who wishes to join the Storm Bulls at the Moots ... The correct uniform is simply A RED TRIM ADDED TO YOUR SASH (in the McTaffs case this will probably look horrible). As usual, spellcasters and Incantors need not apply.

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