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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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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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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