I remember yet the giant of Stonemarche,
Who gave us love in the days gone by;
Baronies I knew, the many in the Kingdom
With sharp wit and sharp blade. None to rival his
Of old was the age when Ronan lived;
Sea nor cool waves nor sand there were;
Earth had been born might from his hand
But a yawning gap and grass nowhere.
The Marshall grew a range for all
Ronan the mighty shared home wall to wall
The sun from the south warmed the stones of earth,
Teaching young and teaching old
Garbing the masses, showing all his warriors path
Knowledge he had knowledge he shared
The moon knew not what might was his,
The stars knew not where their stations were.
It is with utmost glee, you, Ronan O’Faelan, servant of the people and the kingdom, are to be inducted by our hands, King Ozurr and Queen Fortune to join the ranks of our Silver Mantle. We do this for you, this day The Great Northeastern War, AS LIII.
Vopiscus Rufias Donatus, Order of the Silver Mantle
Arrows soar keenly from armored body swift
Sites set
Surrounded by shield wall
Stalwart Bravery
Militia formed to end the foe
Auxilia commander, prowess formed
Leading by example
Pray heed, attend the call of Vopiscus Rufias Donatus
Fine Combat Archer
Attend he who remained at the great battles at Pennsic Defending the east
Tireless effort he gave to the East
Tzar and Tzarina, Ivan and Mathilde, grant many thanks and do so by inducting Vopiscus Rufias Donatus into the Order of the Silver Mantle January 10, A.S. 52 at the 12th Night celebration in Endewearde.
Silver Crescent words for Cedric of the Floppy Hat
By Solveig Bjarnardottir MKA Lauren Haywood
Were he to keep a lower profile, he might
Have lived quite unknown in the East Kingdom the rest his life.
The list fields he prowled most every day,
Crossing swords with joy and never delay.
His clothes, most oft his vest and his stripes,
Though his hat alone would identify and suffice
Then, mostly alone save for only a few
To whom he had confided his whole story true.
One afternoon he turned up at the court
And offered his services at their report
To fetch and to carry—any kind of work
No task to small, no trial would shirk
And, to cut short a tale already long,
He strove to study and train and belong
To the rapier marshallate where by and by
He was a cunning fellow who kept a sharp eye
On every fencer and event support staff.
(Which is no small feat alone and by half.)
As Atlas was strong and wise as an ox,
As Apollo was swift and wily as a fox,
With all of these qualities alone, he was good
At teaching and training, as any with such skill should.
He took time to do any job he was asked.
Filling each duty, request, or each task
Helper, mentor, and friend were the names that they called him,
The very notion of abandoning those in need appalled him.
Few folk of the kingdoms were, as all would support,
Were half so beloved as he in the court.
So gentle was his manner, and seen by the crown,
That all of the East Kingdom rang with renown.
So great grew his reputation in time
Both for his helpfulness and service in prime
So for nine years he led life in this way
Through trials and struggles and joys he did stay
And did his job so well, both in peace and in war
That there was no man whom the East valued more.
So we grant Cedric of the Floppyhat, crescents of silver
To show our thanks, we now deliver
Counsels Tindal and Albrecht do bestow in Ethereal Court
This day and forever shall this honor shall be cavort.
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Words for Phillipe- Silver Brooch
Words by Lady Solveig Bjarnardottir
Based off a 12th century Troubador Song by Guillaume IX (1071-1127)
Translation by Baronness Kirsa Oyutai
I shall make a new song
Before the wind blows and it freezes and rains
My passion is trying me and putting me to the test
To find out how much I love it
Well now, no matter what the struggle is, I am moved for that reason
It shall not loose me from it’s bond
Instead I become it’s bard and I deliver myself to it
The consuls may write my name down in their charter
Now, don’t go thinking I am crazy
I love my noble kingdom
Without it, I give no song
I have caught a hunger to serve with my music
None shall remove me
I serve no other kingdom
If I do not give my music, I shall wither and die
Today, I pledge my oath
As I now serve
A brooch as it’s mark, the consuls bestow
On this day, a silver brooch I am born
Une nouvelle chanson j’écrirai
Avant que le vent souffle et que la terre gèle
Ma passion m’éprouve et me défie
De trouver tout l’amour que j’ai pour elle
Maintenant, peu importe quel est l’obstable, je suis transporté
Je ne peux échapper à son emprise
Je suis dorénavant son barde et je me livre à elle
Les consuls inscriront mon nom sur leur charte
Ne croyez pas que j’aie perdu le nord
J’aime mon noble royaume
Sans lui, je n’ai aucune mélodie
J’ai faim de servir avec ma musique
Nul ne peut me retenir
Je ne sers aucun autre royaume
Si je ne peux partager ma musique, flétri et mort je serai
Aujourd’hui, je prête serment
Comme dorénavant je sers
Une broche comme marque, les consuls m’offrent
En ce jour, une broche d’argent est née
Words for Symonne aus Chevaux d’Or- Silver Wheel
Based off an 11th century Troubadour song Bien me deusse targier
One ought to cease making song with words and music
One makes song with one’s deeds
Since she travels quietly, her work speaks for her
She does not boast
But others do
From the lowlands to the high
That she does more for the kingdom than for any lover
Yet she is glad to put her body and soul into her work
Symonne aus cheveaux D’or, proudly rides throughout the kingdom. Event steward with a smile, her heart gifted to all. Officer of the people and a quiet, proud servant. May her work be remembered as do our Consuls Tindall and Alberic do see it fit to have her inducted into their esteemed order of the Silver Wheel this day _.
On devrait cesser de faire du chant avec les mots et la musique
On fait du chant avec ses actes
Puisqu’elle voyage doucement, ses labeurs parlent pour elle
Elle ne se vante pas
Mais les autres, si
Des plaines aux montagnes
Qu’elle fait plus pour le royaume que pour aucun amant
Or elle est joyeuse de se mettre corps et âme à son travail
Symonne aus Chevaux d’Or chevauche fièrement à travers le royaume.
Intendante au sourire, cœur offert à tous.
Officier du peuple et servante calme et fière.
Qu’on se souvienne de ses efforts comme nos Consuls Tindal et Alberic jugent bon de la faire intronisée dans Leur estimé Ordre de la Roue d’Argent ce
AOA- Halfdan
This was based off Beowolf
Delight, praise of the prowess of people-kings
of sword-armed Halfdan, skilled in combat,
we have heard, and what honor this Saxon brings!
Oft foes fought with feuded feats,
from a large tribe, Stonemarche, the bear-pits tremble,
the echos called. Since ego laid down
friend, a feat, fables reclaim him:
for he waxed under weights, in western battles fought,
Pennsic, shoulder to shoulder, far and near,
who wisdom was vast as whale-way, heard his mandate,
gave him recognition: a wealth of reason!
To him minds-worth laid before,
a son in battle, an elder to books
to favor Grímnir’s lip-streams, meeting their flights head on
the Wielder of Wonder, with world’s renown.
Mighty Queen Margarita, glory-filled, awards you arms
this day, A market day at Birka, AS 54 in the Barony of Stonemarche
Scroll for Alianor Salton
A woman whyt words can find her whey.
Quiet, though well versed, she has her head covered when there is work to be done.
Norse, South, East, West the books take her.
Through research, new mysteries are unveiled.
Her attention to detail brings truths to the light.
Her family, all, gathered in notes, papers, quill and ink.
All this is brought to a head till the very end and capped off with certainty to accuracy.
With fine attention to detail, I, Margarita, Sovereign to the East kingdom, do find it only true and proper, to induct Lady Alianor Salton into the Order of the Silver Brooch, this Yule, January 4, Anno Sociotatis LIV, in Ostgardr and have her join her rightful place.
Silver Wheel for Ntisa Farstrinder
To raise an army, we do not simply start as skilled fighters as adults. The community of our army starts from when we may raise sword and shield. We go to war and nurture at every stage. Our youth do not learn skills on their own. With the guided aid of Ntisa Farstrider, our future begins their journey. Without a place to sleep or food to put in our bellies, we do not survive the war. Ntisa builds our travel home at times of war when it is most important. We survive and grow because of you. With that in mind, we Konig Wilhelm and Konigen Vienna, do invite you to join our order of the Silver Wheel at Shire Wars VIII, October 20, AS 53.
Silver Brooch for Svana Vefa
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Yet you, our loyal subject, capture it in frame. Times which would only be left in memory to those who lived it, now tangible to all. Fleeting art now immortalized. You weave our history and create memorial, such that Arachne and Athena would marvel. You dress the part and bring joy to your art. Diverse artisan, humble and joyful. Your talent helps our kingdom grow. With that in mind, we, Konig Wilhelm and Konigen Vienna, only find it fitting, to bestow upon Svana Vefa, a symbol of our appreciation. We, this day, October 20, AS 53, at Shire Wars VIII, do make you a member of our order of the Silver Brooch.
Words for Simona Bat Leon, Silver Crescent
Words by Lady Solveig Bjarnardottir (Based on Psalm 31)
A woman of noble character has been found!
She is worth far more than rubies, she is the diamond of our kingdom.
She lacks nothing of value.
She brings good all the days of her life.
She works with eager hands and brings service to all.
She is like the merchant ships, bringing her company and good deeds.
She gets up while it is still night;
she provides for the kingdom
She considers a task and performs it;
She sets about her work vigorously;
her arms are strong for her tasks.
She sees that the Barony lamps do not go out at night.
She opens her arms to the poor of spirit
and extends her hands to the needy.
When it snows, she has no fear for her household;
for all of them are clothed in black and hold.
She is clothed with strength and dignity;
she can laugh at the days to come.
She speaks with wisdom,
and faithful instruction is on her tongue.
She does not eat the bread of idleness.
Many women do noble things,
but she surpasses them all
Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
but this woman is to be praised.
Honor her for all that her hands have done,
and let her works bring her praise at the East Kingdom Gates
And so, by our hands, do we, Emperor Brennan and Empress Caoilfhionn , see fit to induct, Simona Bat Leon , into the order of the silver crescent. In Addition we grant her arms Per pale azure and argent vetu, a mullet of six points between three bees, all counterchanged, at Falling Leaves, in the Barony of Carolingia, As 53.
Meddlings of the Minnesinger 