Friday, January 27, 2017

Muirghaill O'Riein - Silver Brooch



King Brion and Queen Anna hath heard of Our accomplished Muirgheall O’Riein.
A woman of valour who can find? For her price is far above rubies.
The heart of her Kingdom doth safely trust in her, and We hath no lack of gain.
She doeth The East good and not evil all the days of her life.
She seeketh wool and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands.

We perceiveth that her merchandise is good; her lamp goeth not out by night.
She layeth her hands to the distaff, and her hands hold the spindle.
She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy.
She maketh for the populace brightly dyed pysanky eggs, covered in scarlet and purple,
She bestoweth honor upon her household, when teaching these ancient skills with devotion.

She maketh linen garments and bestows them; and delivereth girdles unto her loves.
Strength and dignity are her clothing; and she laugheth at the time to come.
She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and the law of kindness is on her tongue.
She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.
Her works bring her praise and honor from all who meet her.

Grace she attains, and knows beauty is pain; this woman that makes the East more knowledgeable and fair.
Give her of the fruit of Our Hands; and let Murighall be lauded this day as she joins the Order of the Silver Wheel.
She recieveth Our plaudits this day, the 28th of January at A Market Day at Birka XXVII! in the  Barony of Stonemarche


Blather for Bloggy Goodness
Lady Muirgheall O'Riein is one of my closest friends. It was a privilege and a joy to be able to write these words.  Being in  the sca for decades, she has been working on her Norse-Irish persona for many years, and her garb is impeccable.  She has researched Dublin/Jorvik caps, coifs and other head coverings.  She has even been known to hand-sew them for her own use with handmade needles. Her knowledge of Norse culture during our period is extensive.
 She also displays a passion for Pysanky eggs.  Pysanky eggs are the art of wax-resist (batik) egg decoration in Slavic cultures, an art form that can be found as early as the 11th and 12th centuries.
Muirgheall has recreated the earliest known extant egg, copying the dying material and techniques of the era. She has also used slightly more modern techniques to create incredible works of art for herself and others.  She has even created award “scrolls” out of goose eggs -- the most recent of which I believe went to a Laurel in Northshield.  Her work is exquisite and makes the world around her that much more bright.
I needed to put all of that into the  words for a scroll.
I worked with Lady Æsa Sturludottir for this project.  Æsa was concentrating on suiting the calligraphy font and the style of illumination to Muirgheall's persona.  That of an early Irish Woman living in 11th century Ireland. In particular I love how Æsa put Muirghaill’s arms and the award design in egg shapes instead of the standard shield shape.  Eggs are so pivotal to her art.
I have known Muirghaill for ages, and I know one of  her favorite poems from the Old Testament is Proverbs Chapter 31.
When I base a scroll off of a particular work or poem, I treat it as if it is a “filk” of the piece.  I try to keep as much of the original piece while at the same time making sure it contains the relevant information that the award scroll needs and enough references to the gentle that I am writing it for.
In this case it was easier than most.  Proverbs 31 could have been written about Muirghaill in a mundane sense and the archaic language that was used lent itself to an award scroll easily.
This was a very wordy scroll, coming in at almost 300 words.  Thankfully Aesa indulged me and with a shared love for Murighall, went to work on this very heavily worded scroll.
The scroll went out at BIRKA 2017-01-27.



Photo by Aislinn Chiabach

Photo be Brendon Crane

Photo by Breddon Crane




Friday, September 30, 2016

Brochmail de Anglespur - Silver Crescent

Eastrealm!  
Hear the words of our illustrious King Kenric and our brilliant Queen Avelina:

Take our love, take our land, and take those whose service benefits all around them.
Though the lands may burn, though the seas may boil, though their efforts go unnoticed  through decades, those gentles that  provide a Shining light to us all shall go unrecognized no longer.

We have cast about unto the black skies above for all  those who might be worthy of our Order of the Silver Crescent, and have found an exemplar in Brochmail de Anglespur.

Hammer in hand, Broch has given his sweat and blood to ensure that every Shindig runs smoothly, from the closest to the farthest-flung. His agile mind has solved problems, resolved arguments, and been instrumental in building his young Shire into a home for all. Today it is his stalwart heart for which we commend him: a true Heart of Gold which leads him to place the welfare of his family, his Shire, his Kingdom and the Society above himself, time after time.

The sages of old have said: those who cannot run, may crawl; and those who cannot crawl, may find someone to carry them. Brochmail de Anglespur is a gentle who will go out of his way to carry others to success.

With this in mind, We, King Kenric æt Essex and Queen Avelina Keyes, find a profound Serenity in inducting Brochmail de Anglespur into Our Order of the Silver Crescent and further do award him the exclusive right to bear these arms Per chevron inverted counter-ermine and vert, a lymphad and an acorn slipped and leaved Or.

Done this 10th day of September, A.S. 51, at the Feast of John Barleycorn and Viceregal Investiture in the Crown Principality of Ostgardr.
***On the back***Illumination and Calligraphy by Aesa Sturludorrie, and Words by Aislinn Chiabach because they are pretty

Word count 297


Silver Crescent award for my mundane husband, Brochmail de Anlespur.


My partner in Crime in this endeavour was Lady Aesa Sturuldottir.  She did the calligraphy and illumination.  Our inspiration was twofold as she describes our shennanigansin her blog: https://byswordandpen.wordpress.com/2016/09/16/barleycorn-mischief-managed/

My inspiration was Broch's mundane love for the unfortunately short lived sci fi series, Firefly.  Back when it was first cancelled he was in the thick of the protests, going to NYC to try and garner support for the show on the Today Show.  I chose to make the modern references instead of a more period and serious text  because I knew he would enjoy that kind of scroll.  I also knew that the Herald reading the scroll, Baron Ryan MacWhite,  would enjoy reading it greatly.  He has been known to go by the nickname of Baron Jayne.

With that in mind, I and my beta, Lord Arthur le Taverner worked with the standard SCAdian award text trying to create a scroll that included examples of the many wondrous attributes of Broch, as many Firefly references as humanly possible and still be an eloquently written scroll that stands alone if someone was not familiar with the ill dated Joss Whedon television show.

And as far as that goes, there is only one truly anachronistic word in the entire piece.  The etymology of "Shindig" lists it as starting between 1855-1860.  Due to the close reference it contains in Firefly, I chose to include it in the scroll.

I hope these words accomplished that.
Beta'd by Lord Arthur le Taverner



Saturday, January 30, 2016

Ban of Wintermoor - Award of Arms

We look for those that act
We look for those that learn
We look for those that teach

For architects of change
For explorers of the realm
For emissaries of assemblage

Students of the arts of rattan and steel

We Brennan Augustus and Caoilfhionn Augusta
Heads of the Mighty East
Give Ban of Wintermoor Arms

We do on this Market Day at Birka
Barony of Stonemarche
January 30, A.S. L


Word Count 77
Words & Illumination: Aislinn Chiabach





This was my first officially assigned scroll from the Tyger Signet.  It took a bit before I was ready to attempt it, but once I started it all came together.   The recipient didn’t have any persona or registered arms, but the gentle who wrote him in provided a sketch of his ideas.   The sketch included a barren tree and visible root systems surrounded by a bright green.
I searched through a variety of images of trees and found inspiration in The tree of vices, in "Liber Floridus", creation: 1120, author: Lambert of Saint Omer, edition: 1460, folio 185v, Koninklijke Bibliotheek



LiberFloridus002.jpg

What caught my eye about this image was that the tree appears to be going one way with roots vertically on the page, and the calligraphy going horizontally across the page.  This dichotomy of the illumination to the calligraphy appealed to me.
I chose not to include the axes embedded in the tree trunk. I didn’t think they particularly fit in with any symbolism that I was representing in the award.  Instead the spot they would have taken became the spot I left for Their Majesties to sign the scroll.
Color wise I kept the green that was used in the original image, as the recipient seemed to favor the color.  I did change the color of the border to a deeper, more magenta color.
My hands are not completely recovered from my time in the hospital.  They tend to shake when under such stresses as drawing and painting. That was another reason the inspiration image appealed to me.  I felt that any shakiness in my hands would fit the style of the inkwork that I saw in the original.  I did request some aid in finishing this piece. Lord Brochmail, my husband, assisted me in the creation of the circles that sat in the tree for the calligraphy to go in.
As for the calligraphy I tried, I really did try to do it myself. I played around with formatting and the spacing of the words on the computer:


Even before the stroke I had difficulty in drawing calligraphy.  I could enlarge individual letters and make them poster-sized, in any style, but writing the words with a quill was beyond me.  Alas, I came to the conclusion that this calligraphy was beyond my skills.  I had to ask for help.
I then called upon Faolán to see if he had any time to calligraph the piece for me.  He had just enough time to do so, finishing it the night before it was due.  Faolán believes he used a Leonardt #6 Roundhand nib or a .5mm Tape Nib.   Which is very small indeed.  He made me promise on a stack of bibles that I would never leave him such small spaces for calligraphy again!  I really made the spaces incredibly small.  I will try my hardest not to put such a torture on the calligraphers again!
Faolán wrote about it in his blog.

There is one error that I missed, as did Faolán. Originally it said Grant instead of Give.  Which is essentially giving the recipient a different award.  We changed it on the Herald's cheat-sheet and it was read into court with the corrected "give."
I was pretty pleased with how it turned out.  I learned a lot of where my levels of time management are and what I can do and who I can count on for help.  I am still adjusting to what I can do now as opposed to what I could do before my health issues.  It is an ongoing process and I am glad I could provide something like this to someone while I am going through it.





Saturday, January 16, 2016

Eikaterine of Angelspur - Silver Crescent

 Eikaterine is a phoenix and synchronous with humility;
The peacock cannot equal her in beauty or in stature.
In benevolence she outshines the gold; the world in wonder yieldeth;
Her nest she fixeth in the trees, and all of spices buildeth.
And when he dies, a little worm, from out her body twining,
Doth generate her back again whene'er the sun is shining.
She lives in Anglespur, and she travels throughout the East, 
Coach to our youth in battle, insuring their prowess increased.
Many a time there has been those fresh to Our lands that arrived bare,     
Eikaterine, with the garments off her back would make sure they had what to wear.
She so giveth her time at the stove, as winged teachers,
In lessons of cookery, to all wingless creatures.
King Brennan, who shines like Zeus, and Caoilfhionn like Hera agleam,
Hath entered on these institutes, all centre Their esteem.
Of inducting this Phoenix, Our Catherine of Anglespur, resplendent,
Into our immeasurable Order of the Silver Crescent.
Anno Societas Fifty at our 12th Night celebration, this phoenix of the story
Expireth from the fair incipient shire of Midland Vale whereby she had this glory.


Word Count 195
Illumination and Calligraphy by Vettorio Antonello

Unfortunately any notes I had on the composition of this work are lost.  I do remember that I based it on an actual letter written in the Byzantine era which is the persona of the recipient.


Loosely based on a Byzantine piece
Eikaterine tin Elliniki (also known as Eikaterine of Anglespur)

Photo by by Vettorio Antonello


Photo by Eye of the Beholder Studios




Saturday, November 21, 2015

Titus Hostilius Nero - Award of Arms

 Titus Hostilius Nero is a name that has reached Our ears. The cry we hear is that of a great discrepancy upon the field.  But having thrust himself upon our attention, this fencer shall foil Us no longer. Thus, let us come straight to the point:

Today, Titus shall receive his heretofore out of reach Award of Arms!  For we have seen his derring-do.  We shall not mask Our feelings, but instead  reveal to all that our Titus is well suited to carry this honor.

Lest anyone perceive these as cutting remarks, or hear an edge to our voice, we offer this riposte: that we do meet such doubts with a polite parry of recognition of our most worthy Titus Hostilius Nero.

Today’s match has been met at the Shire of Rusted Woodland’s  100 Minutes War.  November the 21st, Anno Societatis 50.


Calligraphy and Illumination by Triona MacCasky
Award of Arms for Titus Hostilius Nero

Given 11/21/2015 at 100 Minutes War







Wednesday, August 12, 2015

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


11853982_10207445554919679_1131789574_n.jpg