Mythical myths and legendary legends

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Where we talk bout the thing on the title.

My personal favorite myth would have to be the black shuck a Celtic myth about a black spectral dog. In legend, it is usually a person celtic decent who sees the black shuck. The black shuck which can mean many things, is usually an omen of bad things to come. If one were to go near it, the dog will usually bark at them and then disapear. The person is usually met with misfortune and usually this involves death. Is also the basis for the monster in "The hound of Baskervilles" by Sherlocke Holmes.
 
Not really, I'm pretty agnostic, but that doesn't mean I'm going to douche up a pretty good thread idea by posting things that'll kick it straight to oblivion.
 
What's so funny? That she's being a deliberate douche?
As someone who tries to promote religious tolerance due to the boredom that comes from having that same old debate again, I really shouldn't make any jokes.

Why are you so cranky? You're acting like someone murdered your savior.
 
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Long ago, there were a number of lonely lumberjacks working in the center of a very large forest. They cut down mammoth trees and watched them crash into the thick snow in exactly the place where they said the trees would land. They would cut up the trees and haul them hither and thither. They worked hard, Mon Dieu, very hard indeed! But they were lonely for the women they had left behind.

On New Years Day, it snowed so hard no work could be done. The men huddled in their camp and spoke longingly of their home. They passed around the rum and drank toasts to the New Year, but finally Baptiste said what they were all thinking: "I wish to go home today and see my girl!" There were murmurs of agreement, but Jean replied: "How can we go home today? There is more than two meters of snow on the road, and more snow is falling."

"Who said we were walking out of here?" asked Baptiste. "I am going to paddle out in my canoe." Now the men all knew that Baptiste had a canoe with paddles out back of the camp. Baptiste had made a pact with the devil. If the devil would make the canoe fly wherever Baptiste wished, the lumberjack would not say Mass for an entire year. However, if Baptiste did not return the canoe before dawn of the day after he used it, the devil could keep his soul. While Baptiste and his companions were in la chasse-gallerie, they could not say the name of God or fly over a church or touch any crosses, or the canoe would crash.

Many of the men refused to participate in Baptiste's New Years scheme, but he managed to find seven companions to fly with him in the canoe back to their home town to visit their women. Baptiste and his friends got into the canoe, and Baptiste said the magic words: "Acabris! Acabras! Acabram!"

When Baptiste was done binding himself to the devil, the canoe rose into the air and the men began to paddle their way through the sky to their home. Their womenfolk were so glad to see them! They celebrated long into the night, drinking and dancing. It was close to dawn when the men realized they had to return the canoe to the lumber camp by dawn or forfeit their souls. They searched for Baptiste, and found him as drunk as a lord, lying under a table at the inn. They bundled him into the canoe, spoke the magic words, and paddled away. Knowing that Baptiste would start swearing if they woke him, one of the men tied him up and gagged him so he would not speak the name of God at an inopportune moment and crash the canoe.

When Baptiste awoke, he sat up, struggling with the ropes that bound him. He managed to loosen the gag, and shouted: "Mon Dieu, why have you tied me up?"

At the name of God, the canoe took a nose-dive, plunging towards the ground. It hit the top of a large pine tree and all the men tumbled out and fell down, down into the darkness just before dawn. They were never seen again!
 
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I always love greek legends.

Also not sure if it counts but I love stories about fairies. All kids, the old scary ones the new froofy ones and even the new scary ones. Fae are coo.
 
I always love greek legends.

Also not sure if it counts but I love stories about fairies. All kids, the old scary ones the new froofy ones and even the new scary ones. Fae are coo.
Yes and yes. I know more about Greek legeneds, but I like learning about fae as well. The twelve labors of Heracles is probably one of my favorites, that dude kicked ASS! Though he did unnessacarily murder quite a few people.

I'm also big on Shintoism. Susano vs. Orochi is one of my favorites! He kills Orochi by getting him drunk first. That...that is GENIUS!
 
I always enjoyed Norse mythology growing up... the more I've learned of it since reaching maturity, the more I've come to appreciate it.
 
I have to say the one that's stayed with me the longest as a favorite over the years is Elizabeth Bathory. I mean I idolize alot of the serial killers from the 1800s-1940s due to their ability to move so freely when there was so little police knowledge to help stop or catch them but Elizabeth's story is easily what I'd imagine myself doing if I had been in her capacity.
 

Spring-heeled Jack. This guy was one of my favorite vigilantes as a kid. Dude could jump up tall buildings, had razor sharp claws and could breathe fire. FIRE! To this day no-one is sure who he is.
 
I've always loved the Greek/Roman mythology and Norse best. I guess I just like the concept of pantheons of gods that are just as likely to turn you to stone as to help your crops grow.
 
I've always loved the Greek/Roman mythology and Norse best. I guess I just like the concept of pantheons of gods that are just as likely to turn you to stone as to help your crops grow.
Man what didn't turn you to stone in those myths? Basilisks, Gorgons, Zeus, it was a pretty common plot ending.

You know who I feel sad for? The Cyclops. These 3 dudes made all the magical items and all of them end up being killed by the Olympians. Ungrateful jerks.
 
I've always had a morbid fascination with the more bloodthirsty of historical figures - Vlad Tepes, Jack the Ripper (THERE'S a fascinating criminology/sociology case), Genghis Khan, Hitler - I can't really explain why.

I found out about the Blood Countess late in my teens, and find it a fascinating story, really... despite the fact that she was only ever convicted of a handful of victims, the claims were reliably crediting her with up to 600 or so young women.

Things that make you go "How the HELL...?"
 
The Jersey Devil. Basically the mascot for all of Jersey, even having a damn hockey team based on it. When Mother Leeds was having her 13th child she said while giving birth "I don't want another child. Make it a devil." And the baby was born looking generally normal. But moments later it's nose started to grow, it sprouted wings and horns and turned into a devil! It then climbed up the chimney and flew away doing all sorts of crazy devil stuff. Modern historians believe the devil to be a deformed retarded child that was ridiculed it's whole life and word turned the child into a full on monster. I still like to believe he's the ol' fire breathing monster I've loved since I was a kid though.

And Vlad and the Blood Countess do technically count seing as how Vlad is the partial basis for the character Count Dracula.
 
Yes, but what do they have to do with mythology?
Because, in the course of telling their stories, these historical characters have their stories distorted, skewed, and linked to myths (Vlad Tepes -> Dracula being the most prominent).

That sort of drift has always been fascinating...
 
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I also like a lot of native american myth and african myth as well.


My favorite greek myths are usuallyabout the gods throwing giant shitfits and being, ahem, petty and cruel.

I like the myths of niobe and arachne for that.
 
Because, in the course of telling their stories, these historical characters have their stories distorted, skewed, and linked to myths (Vlad Tepes -> Dracula being the most prominent).

That sort of drift has always been fascinating...
The stories told of most serial killers before the 40s are myth and legend due to the fact that there are so FEW provable facts and most of it are stories told from generation to generation.
 
Dragons, just about any folk-lore from Europe to Mexico. I just find it fascinating how just about every culturlle has a legend about reptile people be they good or evil. Maybe it is a distant memory of reptilian people, maybe not. All I know is I friggin' LOVE em. My favorit dragon has to be the fire-drake, a basic dragon but still threatening.
 
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...there is so much in reality that just blows my mind. I can't look at mythology with anything beyond mild interest when faced with the wonders the universe has to offer. At most, I'm more interested in the society which spawned said myths.
 
˙˙˙ʇnq ƃuıʇsǝɹǝʇuı sı ǝɹnʇɐǝɹɔ lɐɔıƃoloɥʇʎɯ ɐ ɟo ɐǝpı ǝɥ┴
...there is so much in reality that just blows my mind. I can't look at mythology with anything beyond mild interest when faced with the wonders the universe has to offer. At most, I'm more interested in the society which spawned said myths.
That's a good point. Zeus was most likely created as a way to explain the phenomena of lightning.
 
You know the dragon ball is based on mystical orbs that dragons had in mythology? They were said to allow the dragons to acend to the heavens.
 
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