Silver Crescent Finan MacBressail

As we King Omega of East
And Queen Etheldreda  attend
Of good Lord Finán mac Bressail
Who’s become known to royal ears.

That in this land this worthy man
became, a haven for those new.
Ah, Service is a noble thing!
Armor, weapons, made by his hands
Grace gentles and children alike.
Children, the heart's blood of the East,
Must be supported and taught.
He teaches, practices and leads
Our youth sparkle under his care

Some think service is marred by praise
Nay, say we! For all the silver
Shall be worn by thee on this day
In Crescent form with golden crown
For service is solace to all
Without which we could ne'er go on

The silver crescent We do give
On this day, July eleven
At the Great NorthEastern War in
Province of Malagentia

 

Words by Baroness Aislinn Chiabach
Calligraphy and Illumination by Katrusha the Skomorokh
East Kingdom Gazette - Unofficial Court Report for Great Northeastern War XXIX

Lord Finnan has a Scottish Persona, so I chose to emulate the octosyllabic poetry found in The Brus, written by the Scottish Poet John Barbour (.1320 – 1395).

Rosamund d'Alwareton Burdened Tyger Burdened Tyger

The dawn before Our Twelfth Night was crisp and clear in the Shire of Rusted Woodlands. The cooks peeled and chopped a mountain of vegetables, the staff packed and prepped, and the populace readied themselves for a wondrous time. The sun was high and clear, yet clouds gathered on the horizon.

A storm was brewing.

The air was thick with impending snow, winds threatened to rise, and temperatures began to drop. In fear of Mother Nature and her Winter Mantle did the site of our celebration close its doors, shutter its windows and prevent all entrance to the joys planned therein.

But hope was not lost! Straight away did our event steward, Lady Rosamund d'Alwareton, put out call after call, after call, after call. We were astounded; the event was moved to the next weekend and messages dispatched heralding the news to all and sundry.

We had our solution and Our Twelfth Night went on. And we laughed a little louder, danced with more fervor, ate with a fiercer joy and looked at the halls with brighter eyes, knowing that disaster had been averted.

Now, in celebration of the quick wits and ready tongue of our servant Lady Rosamund Do we Rapturous Darius and Blithesome Alethea, King and Queen of the East have the honor to induct her into Our Order of the Burdened Tyger.

Done this day the 11th of April, Anno Societatis XLIII at Coronation of Andreas and Gabriella in Our Shire of Nordenhal.

Rosamund Burdened Tyger.

Illumination and Calligraphy by Heather Rose Mac Gordan

Finnguala Burdened Tyger

An event such as the Wars of the Roses,  is immersed with the twofold weight of the  history of the Plantagenets  and the 36 years of the Society.  As steward, one  find oneself steering the unwieldy course of a juggernaut and hoping everything lands in place at the correct moment.  To rein in  such a beast is a task sought out by masters.

Yet with unfallowed verve, Finnguala ingen Neill meic Chuircc did secure those venerable reins.  She faced the fierce winds head on and even the heavens did  agree that the path chosen was the precise one to take.  
She tamed the beast and made it purr.  For that do We, ardent King Omega and audacious Queen Etheldreda are moved to admit Finnguala into Our Order of the Burdened Tyger!
Given by our hand, this July, the fourth at Our Shire of Glenn Linn at Northern Region War Camp, AS XL.

Olivia Baker Burdened Tyger

To the grand multitude of this Eastern Kingdom/
Right honourable, with our most humble and dutiful thanks for Lady Olivia Baker’s  bountiful goodness towards us at this year’s past Wars of the Roses as Steward, do we King Darius and Queen Etheldreda have made bold to present our virtuous  Olivia with such a poor and homely thing for a simple gift of adjoining her with Our Order of the Burdened Tyger/  

As the people can afford, beseeching that according to Our Lady Olivia’s accustomed goodness, you will vouchsafe this burden in good part; and we shall say most earnestly to all assembled here before us to give our sincere and earnest Lady Olivia many happy healthfu days and any and all such furthur endeavours as stewarding such a  tremendous enterprise as that the Wars of the Roses can be.
From our lands in the Shire of Glen Linn this iv of July, Anno Societatus xl at Northern Region War Camp

-based on an Elizabethan letter from a son to a mother

Wordcount 158

(The lower case Roman numerals and the / instead of a . are on purpose.  It aligns up with the Elizabethan writing style.) Image of scroll is unavailable