Jotun Eirkr Bjarnason - Order of the Maunche

Here at Falling Leaves in the Barony of Carolingia, Their Majesties East, Ryouko'jin Saisei, Demon-King of the Three Heavens, and  Maharani Indrakshi, Horned Queen of the Night Sky Have this to say about Jotun-Eirkr Bjarnason:
This gentle strikes a pose in dignity
And is understood to play many parts
His presence here is as the awardee 
That will gladden the populace’s hearts 
Spending decades honing performance craft
Ease in the comic or dramatic mask
Refined the art of passions telegraphed
Live or, ethereal, no matter the task
But Beyond myriad skilled performance
His support and acts behind the curtain 
As occurred both after and in advance
Have so impressed and left Us most certain 
    Our praise for dedication of his range 
    Highlights this one who embodies the stage 

As such We now grant Jotun-Eirkr-Bjarnason a place amongst the Order of the Maunche with arms, to wit: Vert, two axes in saltire addorsed surmounted by a double-bitted axe palewise, in chief three mullets, all within a bordure Or.

Done in the Sixtieth Year of Our Society.

Wordcount 175 

Illumination and Calligraphy by Faolán an Sccreccain

Photo by Faolán an Sccreccain

Key - Shakespearean Sonnet

ABAB CDCD EFEF GG/

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Heraldic Language or SPACE

Here at Falling Leaves in the Barony of Carolingia, Their Majesties East, Ryouko'jin Saisei, Demon-King of the Three Heavens, and  Maharani Indrakshi, Horned Queen of the Night Sky Have this to say about Jotun-Eirkr Bjarnason:

A This gen/tle strikes/ a pose/ in dig/nity/

B And is/ under/stood to/ play ma/ny parts/

A His pres/ence here/ is as/ the a/wardee 

B That will/ gladden/ the pop/ula/ce’s hearts/ 

C Spending/ decades/ honing/ perform/ance craft/

D Ease in/ the com/ic or/ drama/tic mask/

C Refined/ the art/ of pas/sions tel/egraphed/

D Live or,/ ether/eal, no/ matter/ the task/

E But Be/yond my/riad/ skilled per/formance/

F His sup/port and/ acts be/hind the/ curtain/ 

E As oc/curred both/ after/ and in/ advance/

F Have so/ impressed/ and left/ Us most/ certain/ 

 

    G Our praise/ for ded/ica/tion of/ his range/ 

    G Highlights/ this one. who em/bodies/ the stage/ 

And as such We grant Jotun Eirkr-Bjarnason a place amongst the Order of the Maunche with arms, to wit: Vert, two axes in saltire addorsed surmounted by a double-bitted axe palewise, in chief three mullets, all within a bordure Or.

Done in the Sixtieth Year of Our Society.

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Meara MacNeil - Court Barony

Let it be known that, We, Matthew and Fiamuin, Majesties of this Eastern Realm, by right of Arms in this office, in Our Barony of the Bridge, have this to say: 

Where therein the Black Rose Ball is held

When there are no leaves, and the winds do blow 

As dancers twirl with elegance beheld 

Carefree in the hall’s comfort and free of snow 

Here therein, a solid story forthwith 

Of one when called, dropped all to lend their aid

Haring through the days for kingdom and kith 

Showing how they enjoyed this roll they've played  

For their staunch persistence on every task 

Their joy when enacting this vocation 

Favored such acclaims so now they can bask 

In clear light of deserved recognition

This day's praises sung to the assembled throng 

As described forth, they're set to go on strong

And such by Our  will, We declare for Meara MacNeil this Barony of the Court is theirs, 

With these arms 

-SPACE FOR ARMS-

 

Word count 160

Calligraphy and Illumination by Faolán an Sccreccain

Photo by Faolán an Sccreccain

Key - Sonnet Shakespearean/Elizabethan

ABAB CDCD EFEF GG

Let it be known that, We, Matthew and Fiamuin, Majesties of this Eastern Realm, by right of Arms in this office today, in Our Barony of the Bridge, have this to say: 

Where therein the Black Rose Ball is held

When there are no leaves, and the winds do blow 

As dancers twirl with elegance beheld

Carefree in the hall’s comfort and free of snow 

Here therein, a solid story forthwith 

Of one when called, dropped all to lend their aid

Haring through the days for kingdom and kith 

Showing how they injured this roll they've played  

 

For their staunch persistence on every task 

Joy when enacting their volition

Favored such acclaims so now they can bask 

In clear light of deserved recognition

These praises sung to the assembled throng 

As described forth, they're set to go forth strong

And such by Our  will, Meara MacNeil now named Thane 

With arms 

SPACE FOR ARMS 

Stands, in strength before you 

My hunger for her explains everything I've done

To howl at the moon the whole night through

And they really don't care if I BLOG

-Sting

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