Okay, first look at some kinda-finished art for the Fionn Mac Cumhaill graphic novel pages. Page one, two and three.
Eastern Ireland, sometime around 200CE. The fag-end of the Iron Age, teetering on the edge of the bleak centuries of the Dark Ages.
Some guy turns up somewhere he shouldn’t be. He’s not quite right.
In time, he’ll unite the people of the land, lead the elite group of the country finest warrior poets, defeat inhuman menaces from the past, find love, become a father, know loss and unravel mysteries.
Let’s not get get ahead of ourselves… We’ve got to find out a little bit more about where he came from first.