Nothing particularly historically accurate about this scroll. I was given the assignment about 1.5 weeks before the event which meant I had like 3 days to finish the words. Luckily I knew the recipient and was also able to get some last minute research on him, his write up and how I could better attack it. To add a small drop of humor, I had seen the scroll layout before it’s final stage. I had recognized the image the scribe based the scroll off of was their profile picture on social media. I had been chatting with the recipient regarding other things and convinced him to wear the garb he is wearing in the scroll. So, without further adiu, Words, Scroll and Recipient.
In the luminous tapestry of life, there exists a figure of resplendent charm and kaleidoscopic depth. His every movement, a dance of blades, a symphony of precision and elegance. It is as if poetry were etched into the very fabric of his being.
This dark creature lives amidst the intricate latticework of pawns, bishops and stones. With a mind as sharp as the edge of his rapier, he dances through nine men named Morris, he battles fox and geese alike and closes the lid, nay, shuts the box with ease.
Dark in register and timbre do his melodies shake. With each lyric spun, he conjures worlds of wonder and whimsy and illuminates the world with the brilliance of his spirit.
With all the above attributes listed, do we Tindall and Emerson, Royals of the great Eastern lands do see fit to make Sylvain du Soleil a Lord of our court and grant him arms. We announce this to our all gathered at Les Beltaines, AS LIX
Caligraphy and Illumination by Caitríona inghean Uí Shíodhachaín
Meddlings of the Minnesinger 