The Forgotton Celts

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History- The Story

The Beginning

It all began one morning years ago. The remaining members of House Forgotton were rising out of bed from a long night of music, drinking and women (don't tell Dafydd's woman about this though) we realize we had managed to not only not pay for any of the food we ate but drank most of our hosts alcohol as well. We being scared about a long tab proceeded to use our powers of the "Forgotton Vanish" and high tail it out of the Pub. Unfortunately we had a very long night of drinking and it was actually 3 in the afternoon and we only made it about 5 steps to the door before the bar keep called out to us. Knowing that there was no escape we begrudgingly turned to see the bartender.

Much to our surprise and amazement we were asked to return that night to ply our guitar skills and not to worry about the tab. This pleased us greatly (as we really don't like having to pay for our alcohol) and we conceded to playing that night.

Thus the Forgotton Celts were born. At that point it was only Dafydd, Gwydion, and Ford but Ford was dragged off kicking and screaming by some blonde and we were forced to find others that could increase our number and skill.

Felim O'Roix

One day while Gwydion and Dafydd were walking they came across a ditch. Well the ditch had been there for a while but now it suddenly started making noise. They became concerned about what they had drank the night before but were relieved when they saw that someone was actually in the ditch making the noise and it wasn't the two of them hallucinating. Upon further inspection the saw that it was a fairly large man that was trying to crawl out and was mumbling something about crickets talking to loudly. Suddenly as he had almost gained his freedom from the road side obstacle the three heard the chimes of church bells. The man in the ditch (well almost out of the ditch actually) began screaming loudly and grabbing his head. He spun to see the location of the noise that vexed him so and upon finding it, sprinted with lightening speed.

After a few minutes of bashing around he managed to finally level the place and silence the church bells. We figured since we were looking for a drummer maybe someone who liked to beat on things might be able to do it to a beat and could prove useful. Thus Felim O'Roix joins the band.

Brother Christopher

While sitting in a bar one day while Felim was arguing with the bartender about the quality of the hops in the local beer, he noticed that someone else was arguing along with him (one of those really long night drinking things). He looked over and spotted a man in monks clothing... and who else knew more about beer than monks right? After he felt that the bartender was sufficiently scolded for his lack of knowledge he sat and talked with this monk.

As he was speaking to him Gwydion walked up carrying his guitar. The monk asked if he knew how to play it to which Gwydion promptly responded with "No, I just use it to pick up chicks". The monk shook his head and continued his conversation with Felim. Soon Dafydd walked up carrying his guitar. The Monk asked him if he knew how to play to which Dafydd promptly responded with "No, I just use it to pick up chicks." The Monk looked perplexed as he could have sworn he just had de JA vu. Shaking his head he said a loud, "I need a stiffer drink." Dafydd, always being prepared as he was, pulled out a bottle of his home brewed mead and handed it to the Monk.

Needless to say, one long night of drinking and playing and three hangovers later (Gwydion pulled out his immunity to hangovers trick) the three members of the band suddenly realized that the Monk could play the Bass Guitar. Thinking this would make a great addition since most of them had little recollection of the previous night and that is usually a good sign (either of having a good night or meaning that you won't remember whatever stupid things you did). Thus Brother Christopher joins the Band.

Rian

For a while the Forgotton Celts decided to do a bit of traveling through the lands of Gaul. They went to many pubs and entertained many without getting into too much trouble (there was an incident with a pair named Asterix and Obelix involving a dispute over some wild boar but we won't go into that). While they traveled around they noticed that someone was hanging around them in most of these pubs. In fact he was actually drinking with them, camping with them, and carousing with Gwydion (It only took a couple days for them to notice he was around a lot... they are quick like that). They asked him his name and he said he was known as Rian.

While at one pub they had also come to a massive realization... their tambourine player had been eaten by a dragon a couple days ago on the road (another long story). Since Rian was the closest to them (he was only a couple feet away... not crying on each others shoulders kinda close) they decided to shanghai him and force him to play tambourine.

He seemed to pull it off well enough so they decided to keep him around for a while. They continued to travel around (or get chased... which ever applied at the time) until they decided to head back home. Rian decided that he enjoyed things well enough and joined them. Thus Rian joins the band.

The Milkmaids

One day while the band was traveling through some remote village they noticed a large amount of beautiful women. Thinking it odd that they keep all these beautiful women to themselves they inquire about it to one of the locals. "Oh those are the milk maids. Don't let 'em fool ya with their looks and innocence. They are as wild as a pack of boars and could easily tear a man to shreds." The band had only one thought going through their heads... "oh dear."

Gwydion and Dafydd, feeling up to a challenge, did not let this piece of information dissuaded them in any way. In fact, once a suitable tavern was found (one with many escape routes) the two set out to locate these "Milkmaids" and determine how much of a threat they were. What they came across was an unbelievable amount of beautiful and talented women all with their hair in pig tails (don't ask... you probably don't want to know), not the boars that were described earlier. Feeling safe, the two returned to the tavern to prepare for the evening.

As night came, so did the music. The band performed exceptionally well and great times were had by all. During the performance a few of the milkmaids trickled in to see what was going on. Gwydion and Dafydd immediately began picking out ones that they would attempt to woo that night. The evening progressed as they usually did, in about an hour they would stop remembering everything that happened so they might as well have fun while they can (right?) and Dafydd had begun wooing one of the milk maids.

To make a long story short (too late I know) Dafydd was in such rapture with this milk maid that he is now handfasted to her and the milkmaids themselves can occasionally be seen following the band, teasing and harassing or just blessing them with the company of beautiful women. Thus is the curse of the Milkmaids (if you could call beautiful women harassing you a curse... Gwydion certainly doesn't think so... of course that could be because he is chasing after one of them though)

Tablero

After Brother Christopher had been traveled with the band for a while he inquired about a game that Dafydd was often found playing... a game called Tablero (click here to find out what that is). Dafydd felt it necessary to show Brother Christopher this game for fear that his curiosity may lead him to a pirate camp that he wouldn't make it home from (at least not the correct home... drunk and midnight don't go along well when you walking home). After showing him the game Dafydd found him to be an apt opponent and they are now often found playing each other.

Now this has not gone off totally without a hitch... your humble story teller seems to remember a particular night when the both had run out of alcohol and decided they were too lazy to get more cider (with which they had been playing with all night) so they just used the highly alcoholic mead that was lying at Brother Christopher's feet.

Needless to say there was at least one person praying to the god "Ralph" that night. Gwydion and Brother Christopher have yet to complete a game, involving playing with hard lemonade (talk about your gut rot), Gwydion being dragged into a wrestling match with some of the milkmaids (one June Fair comes to mind on that one) etc... etc.. etc...

Thus is the story of Tablero, as told by your humble storyteller.

The Wild Rovers

While visiting the far off lands of Blatha An Oir, Dafydd and Gwydion managed to keep themselves entertained while trying to not get into anymore trouble than they had already gotten into. They decided to attend a tourney that was going on and possibly provide entertainment for those (along with the whole drink, pester, and steal all the women) attending the tourney as well.

The people were rather spread out in camps and there was no tavern so the two weren't quite sure where to begin. Before boredom could set in they decided to start playing where they happened to be standing... the main path running through the tourney. Not wanting to linger in one spot (that whole getting in trouble thing ya know) they decided that they would walk while they played. Now Gwydion suddenly realized how hard it was to carry a mandolin while singing and playing a guitar and moved to take his mandolin off when suddenly there stood a woman offering to hold his mandolin for him. She was then dubbed "Roadie #1". After walking for a bit they noticed that they had quite a gathering of people and even a faint drummer almost as if on the wind.

Now with playing comes payment... usually in beer. Now its hard to sing and play guitar while holding your beer so another fair maid stepped out of the woodwork to offer aid... Thus was dubbed "Roadie #2". After it was all said and done they had a group of people that had followed them the entire time... those that are now known as "Go-Go dancer", "Anne", "The Groupie that is also the musician", "Roadie #1", and "Roadie #2". Thus were born the Wild Rovers.

Dafydd

One day as the Celts were wandering to the next town they started hearing some singing off in the distance. The song was the most beautiful thing that the Celts had ever heard so they went to investigate (did I mention that it was a female voice?). As the Celts approached the origin of the voice they saw a beautiful woman floating over the edge of a cliff singing.

Dafydd was so entranced by the singing that he actually walked right off the cliff trying to get to the woman. He started to fall down to his doom when at the last moment the woman sailed down through the air and snatched him up and carried him off to some foreign isle. (Well really Dafydd just joined the band Siren Song but that wouldn't have made as good a tale just saying that now would it?)

Heather the Dryad

So yeah, cute chick, flute player... need I say more? I guess so since this is suppose to be a story...

Being that they didn't have a flute player the Celts thought it might be a good idea to find another one (and that whole having another body for those damned brain sucking aliens). As the Celts were commenting on this situation to one of the bands that they drink with one of them mentioned that his lady happened to know how to play the flute and she probably would enjoy playing with the band (obviously the Celts left out the whole brain sucking alien part). The next day they were introduced.

So the Celts thought "Hey, sounds like a great idea" and proceeded to throw her right into the midst of a gig to see if she sank or swam. Well chicks having that extra... buoyancy... swam and did quite well. Thus Heather the Dryad joined the band.