Category: Scroll Texts

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Suleiman bin Iskander- Silver Wheel

Based on traditional arabic poetry

O Suleiman bin Iskander, O shining star of generosity,

With your hands, glory rises, and joy lights the halls.

You set up sites and adorn the lands, like a gentle breeze that swiftly blows.

You stand unwavering, your presence a beacon of light.

And upon the vast web of the unseen world, you weave a path for those who stray.

How could we not honor the hands that assist setting up greatness and build memories?

So take, O noble one, the Silver Wheel, a radiant gift most deserved by hands of Demon-King of the Three Heavens Reborn and Maharani Indrakshi, Horned Queen of the Night Sky. 

As of AS 59 at the Crown Tournament by Rapier Convention, you too may display this honor.

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Words for Baronial Award Scroll

Based on Buffy the Vampire Slayer (As requested)

In every generation there is a chosen one. He alone would stand against the mundania of solid colors and boring prints.  Muin maqq Minain, first of his name but not last of his bloodline and protector of the plaid-ypus. A man of egg-straordinary tastes who was so brave he always took the whisk! He was the Baron.

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Baronial A and S champ Scroll- Octavia Veritas

Through time’s vast veil of ash and smoke,
A mystery burns, a tale unbroke.
Greek Fire, the tempest, the sea’s fierce bane,
A whisper of alchemy, lost in flame.

A weapon forged in secret’s keep,
That made the mighty navies weep.
A liquid blaze, unquenched, untamed,
Its makers lost, its name unnamed.

Yet through the past, with steadfast gaze,
You walk where history’s embers blaze.
Octavia Veritas, seeker of the spark,
You chase the fire through the dark.

In scroll and script, in lab and lore,
You trace the past, unlock its core.
With wisdom’s torch, you light the way,
And bring the lost to modern day.

For knowledge burns as bright as war,
But builds where ruin stood before.
And so, we honor what you inspire—
A scholar’s mind, a soul of fire.

Baron Ferghus and Baroness Sabina do we

Instill title A and S champion on thee

Silver Wyvern AS 59 Tavern Halls

Today will be marked in our annals

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Backlog- Silver Wheel for Budang Altajin

Beneath the boundless steppe’s embrace, where whispers weave and wander,
A warrior’s will, wise and warm, shines brighter than gold’s grandeur.
Budang Altajin, a beacon bold, whose spirit takes its flight,
Not for clashing, crushing blows, but for kindling others’ might.

When his own blade rested, silent, his spirit stayed unbroken,
Guiding, guarding, growing strength, with steady words unspoken.
Through winter’s wail and summer’s song, the circle’s spark was sown,
A flame that flickered, fed by faith, where fellowship had grown.

Today we toast not just the sword, swift, sharp, and sure in hand,
But the heart that holds and helps the weary make their stand.
Budang, may your deeds echo on the steppe’s wide sea,
A legacy of strength and care, in eternity’s harmony.

Done by the King of Demons as he delights with the Queen of Bengals, as they both bestow at the Tournament of Daffodils, the honor of induction into the Wheels. Done this day during AS 56. 

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Silver Mantle- Ellyn Grene

Lo, mark the hand that flies so true,
With strength and craft, it bids adieu.
The spear, the axe, the dart they cast,
Shall find their mark and hold it fast.

In battles thick, where valor shines,
The hurler’s art doth draw the lines.
No clashing swords, no mighty bow,
But deadly skill to loose their throw.

Arms, like tempest, rend the air,
With cunning born of skillful care.
Through wind and storm their fury rides,
And in its wake, no foe abides.

Ellyn Grene, who’s name we cry

King and Queen with Eagle eye

Matthew and Fiamun grant you this day

A Silver Mantle in their stay

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Silver Brooch- Aelfwine Aekworthe

Pray heed to the edict of the crown and consort that celebrates the craftsmanship of the following gentle :

Meticulous craftsmanship creates a monument to the myths and memories of yore. With a masterful hand and historical heart, Aelfwine Aekworthe recreated thorborg trousers with remarkable precision. This pair, perfectly patterned and produced, reflects his profound passion for past apparel. His work wonderfully weds authenticity with amazing artistry. From creating beautiful bows to accurate arrows and further creating his kit down to shoes, his dedication to detail ensures that every seam and every stitch speaks to the stories of those before. This gentle not only defends his art with writings and study, but with the axes he has also created.

Thus do we, Tindal and Emerson, crowns to the mighty East, demand Aelfwine’s entrance today at Sommer Draw, AS 59, into the auspicious order of the Silver Brooch.

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A and S championship- Iron Bog

Blank scrolls are hard. Do with this what you will.

In the shadowed embrace of this night of specters and enchantments, we, the honored Baron and Baroness of Iron Bog, do joyously recognize the luminous brilliance of [Recipient’s Name]. With artistry and grace that transcend the ordinary, your creation, [specific item or artwork], has enchanted our senses and captured the very essence of our eerie revelry.

Through the whispered tales woven into your work, your skills’ splendor shines like a beacon in the twilight. Your dedication to the craft and your ability to conjure beauty from the mists of time have earned you this distinction.

May your creative spirit continue to soar on the wings of inspiration.

Given this [day] at Ghosts, Ghouls and Goblins, AS 59 by their Excellencies Andre l’Epervier and Genevra d’Angouleme.

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Silver Wheel- Úlfarr Gyldir

Úlfarr is another human who has been in my life for several years. He works hard and is an incredibly skilled story teller. When you see him in full blown Bard, it’s captivating. I’ve been lucky to also serve as a mentor to him for running events but also to see him grown in his own with service to the College of Performers as well as service to his Barony. When the scribe asked me to wordsmith this scroll, I was overjoyed. I hope he feels the same way.

Master of service and Skald we emplore,
In the heart of Settmore Swamp’s embrace,
Thy name resounds, esteemed evermore.

And never in adversity do we face

From northern climes and storied past,
Thy voice like a beacon doth shine,
Guiding the realm with tales steadfast,
And lore that through ages entwines.

In halls where the minstrels’ voices blend,
Thy contributions ring clear and bright,
College of Performers, a chatelaine and friend,
Thou art a beacon in the night.

With tireless hand and spirit bold,
Thou hast nurtured as Seneschal through Settmore’s song,
Fostering the craft with wisdom untold,
Where bards and poets together throng.

Through stewarding gatherings, great and small,
Thy service doth never wane or cease,
For Settmore and the realm’s great hall,
Thy deeds bring harmony and peace.

To each event and joyful fest,
Thou bringest both cheer and grace,
Uplifting all, thy gift expressed,
In every heartfelt, joyous space.

Thus, we honor thee with verse,
For thy service, so noble and grand,
In Settmore and the East you traverse,
Thy legacy in tale shall stand.

Ducal Challenge Of Brennan and Caoilfhionn

With the above we proclaim

A.S. 59 Given by Crowns Tindall and Emerson

With all rights, privileges and word-fame

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Silver Wheel- Ceara inghean Eoin

I always loving doing scrolls for friend’s. This was a very long time due scroll and I am glad that the scribe reached out to me to wordsmith. I have known Ceara since about a year after she and her spouse (at the time) moved to the East Kingdom from Drachenwald. We became close bardic friends. She is who I go to regarding fairy tails. She could give you 3 period versions of Cinderella if you asked her to. However, she has magic in the kitchen when she cooks so I wanted to combine both of those things. I do mix pronouns on purpose.

In the whimsical world of Ceara’s kitchen service, where spatulas dance and spoons sing, there lives a chef whose passion rivals that of any fairytale’s fervent hero. Imagine a kitchen where the aroma of fresh-baked bread mingles with the scent of adventure, where each dish tells a story as magical as any spell from a storybook. This culinary artist, with a heart as warm as a freshly brewed pot of tea, whisks up wonders and ladles out legends. With every chop of the knife and stir of the pot, they’re not just preparing meals—she is crafting enchanting experiences. The kitchen becomes a castle, the oven a dragon’s lair, and the ingredients, a treasure trove of fantastical flavors. Her love for fairytales is sprinkled into every dish, transforming humble ingredients into culinary enchantments. A sprinkle of this, a dash of that, and voilà—each made with love.

Will full bellies and full hearts, it is only right that we, Tindal and Emerson, Crown and Consort,do hereby induct Ceara inghean Eoin into the order of the Silver wheel,at Harper’s Retreat where she can continue to feed our Blue Tyger Kin in times of peace and times of war.

Calligraphy and Illumination by Robert dwe Makminne

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Order of the Pelican- Tessa Martini D’agnostino

In the heart’s abyss where shadows dwell,
Amidst the veils of selfish yearning,
A soul ascends, its tale compelling,
In selflessness, its virtues swell.


Through realms of doubt and worldly spell,
A journey vast, its essence burning,
In light of love, its manifested yearning,


To serve, to give, its purpose well.


In Tessa’s work, where idle hands quell,
And all sing out in realms discerning,
The altruistic soul finds grace, returning,


To realms where selfishness expel.


In charitable, true greatness lies,
Beyond the self, where spirit flies,
In service to the greater good,


A journey marked by all she stood.


Thus, let us strive, like Tessa’s work,
To rise above those who tend to lurk,
And in philanthropic ways, find our truest light,
Guiding us through the darkest night.

Thus Royals Tindal and Emerson, noble hands do we,
Raise Tessa Martini D’Agonstino up with glee
To the ranks of Pelican we grant
At the Great Northeastern War XXX VI, now and forever we chant

A member of the flock, never diminished or title scant.

Based off Dante’s Divine Comedy, 14th Century Italy

Calligraphy and illumination by Nataliia Anastasiia Evgenova Sviatoslavina