This day We have come to this hostelry
We Majesties Wilhelm and Vienna
With all the East Kingdom in company
Called to our thrones, before us on bent knee
We have here the scribe Faolán an Sccreccain
A lord known for skill with parchment and pen
His skill has grown from scribbles of knotwork
Done sitting on stairs while dancers did lurk
Now crafts manuscripts, full of the graces
done fine, in the tiniest of spaces
A combat scribe, Our Faolán an Sccreccain
Calligraphy skills used time and again
Imagine him clad in drab olive-black
Hiding behind trees, wary of attack
Inscribing scrolls lost or suddenly inspired
Avoiding onslaught with muck, not desired!
Creating words in a Barony blue
Working with inks to achieve varied hue
He collects fonts and letters a plenty
His portfolio will ne’er be empty
Today he joins the Order of the Maunche
His great artistry for the East, most staunch
These arms which we grant for him alone:
Argent, two porcupines statant erect respectant maintaining between them two pens in saltire, a mountain of three peaks sable.
The wearing of these, We will condone
In Concordia, Barony of Snows
We Celebrate fellowship straightaway
Surrounded with this ridiculous prose
27th, October is the day
Expressly pleased are We, with all surveyed
On Anno Societatis fifty three
In Our Copious Lands from shore to sea