Category: Scroll Texts

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Maunche- Anezka

Based off of The Tale of the Twelve Months

First comes the Herald, keeper of truth,
Who knoweth the weight of every name.
They telleth of Novák, the newcomer,
And Černý, the dark, both steadfast in fame.
They lifteth the roll where ancestry lies,
And proclaimeth aloud before noble eyes.

Next comes the Scribe, with ink and light,
Whose hand endureth when voices fade.
By quill are the lineages gathered,
And every stroke a memory made.
Their letters march like ranks of men,
Binding the past to the present again.

Then comes the Fencer, measured of step,
Steel in hand and honor in heart.
They teacheth by blade as by virtue,
That discipline standeth with art.
Their parries are prayers, their thrusts are laws,
Each strike recalling their kingdom’s cause.

Last comes the Fox, both clever and sly,
They keepeth the lore with cunning and song.
They guardeth the craft for future days,
That wisdom be handed along.
Not trickster alone, but watchful and keen,
They walk between what hath been and what’s seen.

Be it proclaimed before all folk and friends:
Anezka is taken into the Order of the Maunche,
By the hands of Ryoukojin and Indrakshi,
To be held in the fellowship steadfast and staunch.
To have and to hold this honor in faith,
As long as the sun shall rise on the earth.

Thus Name, and Letter, and Deed, and Guile
Are bound in one enduring style;
And so is their virtue woven in song,
Their glory assured, unbroken and strong.

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Mauche- Eamon Gray

We, King Donovan and Meghanta, Padshah Begum of these Eastern Lands, have not only heard the resounding praise sung far and wide of the wondrous scribal works of Eamon Grey, but have beheld them with Our own eyes—and in so doing, We are left in awe.

With a steady and unshakable hand, he breathes life into radiant illumination, laying gold and pigment with such brilliance and reverence that each page seems kissed by the sun itself, as though dawn had been captured and bound within the borders of his art. No flourish is too small, no detail too subtle to escape his keen and watchful attention, for his craft is guided by patience, devotion, and a mastery both rare and resplendent.

Yet it is in his calligraphy that he shines brightest of all: choosing the proper hand with wisdom and grace, he shapes every letter as though it were a jewel set into a crown—each stroke deliberate, elegant, and true. Thus are the important messages entrusted to him not merely written, but exalted: made clear as crystal, noble as proclamation, and worthy to endure in memory long after the ink has dried and the years have turned to legend.

Thus, do We induct him as a Companion of Our Order of the Maunche. Done this day at Kingdom Bardic Champions, in the Barony of Stonemarche, A.S. LX. 

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Tyger’s Cub- Isaac of Malagentia

Some seek glory in bright deeds;

He sets eyes upon the quiet good,

the small acts that pass unmarked

yet hold the world together.

Among them we have marked Isaac of Malagentia,
whose hands are never idle
and whose path bends always
toward where the need is greatest.

When thirst stalks the field,
he bears water without fanfare,
cup after cup,
as steady as breath.
When hearth-fires call,
he works the kitchens,
hands invigorated with service,
asking no praise beyond the work done well.

We have seen him run swift as any shadow,
errands for merchants,
messages borne true,
small tasks that stitch a market whole.
We have seen him sit patient and intent,
stringing site tokens,
thread by careful thread,
so order may bloom from cloth and cord.

And when the day darkened—
when a child was lost,
fear skittering like mice in tall grass—
Isaac did not look away.
He searched, he called, he stayed,
until small hands were found
and hope returned to its place.

Such folk do not boast.
They do not linger in the light.
They are the quiet center of the camp,
the sure footing beneath many feet.

So do we, Donovan and Megha, King and Padshaw Begum, set these words down,
as a scholar sets down truth,
to name Isaac a Tyger’s Cub
a helper of all at a Market Day at Birka, A.S. LX ,
whose service binds our Dream together,
one small kindness at a time.

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Silver Rapier for Osanna Schade

Most mighty and mindful lords and ladies all, mark well the measured mastery of this steadfast student of the sword, Osanna Schade. With focused footwork and fierce finesse, she faces the field with patient poise and practiced precision.

Through careful clean cuts, courageous counters, and courteous conduct, she shows a spirit that strengthens the surrounding souls. Her balanced bladework and honor brings beauty to every bout, while gentle and good humor gladdens the gallery around.Thus, her dedicated discipline and daring defenses have drawn the Crown’s notice, and it is demanded by King Culann and Queen Honig, that on this day of our Coronation, AS 60,  she be admitted to the Order of the Silver Rapier.

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Consort’s Bardic Champ Scroll

Based on the poet, Mirabai and Bakti poetry.

I did not go seeking a voice,
yet yours was already chanting—
not for favor,
not for praise,
but because the story would not be silent.

Among many voices,
I heard yours rise,
steady and unafraid,
carrying memory where it was needed.

You were not taught to count applause.

You learned instead
to listen—
to the hush before the story,
to the breath that waits for music.

Let others chase renown;
you chase meaning.
You bind us together
with word and tune,
and the hall remembers itself.

So I set this mark upon you,
and I will not deny it.

By voice freely given
and song faithfully kept,
I, Meghanta,Padshah Begum of the East choose you______ as my bard—
called, witnessed, and named at the East Kingdom Bardic Championship

And in the year AS XL, I command you, play on.

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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