Scribal Arts

2025

Bran Mydwynter

Laurel

Adelheit Fuchs

King's Award of Excellence

Illumination by Conde Abran de la Barra?
Calligraphy by Meisterin Kolfinna Valravn
Text by Sir Bryce de Byram, OL, OP

Smile, gentle Heaven! Or strike, ungentle death! For this world frowns and Abran’s sun is clouded. Heavy is the brow of a King, and many are His burdens. Those gentles that succor the King, taking up His cause despite what trouble they themselves bear, are worthy of high praise and honor. We call them pillars that will stand with Us. Like unto the sun’s rays on a clouded day shines the unending works and noble pains of Adelhait Fuchs, and thus do We, Abran, King by right of arms bestow Our King’s Award of Excellence this fifteen day of October, Anno Societatis LVII at the War of the Wings, hard by Elchenburg Castle. Abran, King
Text inspired by Shakespeare’s Richard III at the Battle of Towton

Sarra de Vicenza

Pelican

Calligraphy & Illumination by Meisterin Kolfinna Valravn
Wordification by Magister Ishmael Stedfast Reed

Without miracles somehow Sarra cast
Her firmament of good works in Our sky –
Itself a marvel such that all the restAre not its hundredth part; and that is why
Through the giving light of fixéd sphere above
Her Service’s bright constellation flies.For We were hungry, and you sowed and strove,
Cleared the thorns and grew the heavy vine
Of Charity whose fruit do We call Love.We, Adelhait and Christoph, so name your sign
By Patent here: four stars by twos shall be,
Which blue and gold both counter and confine.Sarra de Vicenza, this is she
Who embodies Our Pelican’s dear worth!”
Thus spoke Atlantia’s dazzling Majesties,
May Their words be carried ‘cross the Earth.Done the close of May, A.S. LIX, at the Ruby Joust of Caer Maer.
https://digi.vatlib.it/view/MSS_Urb.lat.337 https://opac.vatlib.it/mss/detail/220514 Terza Rima text adapted by Magister Ishmael Stedfast Reed from Dante Alighieri’s Paradiso, Cantos 25 & 26, as translated by John Ciardi.

Sinn Larensdottir

Quoine

Barony of Highland Foorde2024.04.13

Artwork by Meisterin Kolfinna Valravn
Poetry by Frauva Svana Másdóttir

Hweat! Hear well this praise of the hall-keeper, the hearth-tenderThe mother of foxes, the minder of most northern reaches
She who was called to service in the sunlight of summerShe whose days passed into darkness of plague and uncertainty
She whose heart hears and mind gathers that which her people most needShe who stood steadfast and sheltered all those that sought safety
Through the times of trial and tribulation, proving true to her people This cup bearer of comfort and certainty called to each with succor and hope
This generous mead-bearer giving freely of her time, her praise, herself,This shield of security, a shining beacon cutting through the dark to give light to her people
The long night has passed and we have weathered those days wellTended as we were by the grace and love of our baroness
Ever in service to this great northern home, this highland hall, the foorde in the north
Hear this praise for Baroness Sinn Larensdotter and bid her take her placeAmong those who have gone before her in the Order of the Quoyne.
Done by Eadric the Potter and Beatriz Aluares de la Oya, Baron and Baroness of Highland Foorde, this 13th day of April at our Investiture in Storvik
Poetry Exemplar: BewulfArtwork Exemplar: Merovingian disc fibula – Orp-Jauche, Belgium, 2nd half of the 6th-early 7th centuryhttps://www.artandhistory.museum/en/merovingians Burghof Museum, The Almandine or Cloisonné Rune Fibula of Soest, Grave no.106 https://www.badenhausen.net/harz/svava/WhoisAtala.htm#SoestFibulaRuneWork

Ludwig Brumser

Quoine

Barony of Highland Foorde2024.04.13

Artwork and Transliteration by Meisterin Kolfinna Valravn
Wordification by Ollam Lanea Inghean Uí Chiaragáin

I sing of Ludwig Brumser Baron of BountyWho opened his hall and his hearth to the people.Offered rich roasted haunches and mead sweetly flowingTo the denizens of Highland Foorde and travelers so welcome. He served all our kin folk through famine and harvestAnd sheltered the weary when plague fell upon us. We dwelt in that solace, grew strong in our fortressKnowing his kindness was endless as the honor we owe him.So new we do name him A Quoyne-bearing hero So say Eadric and Beatriz Baron and Baroness of the Foorde.
Done this 13th day of April in our neighbor’s fine halls of Storvik

ᛁ ᛋᛁᚾᚴ ᚢᚠ ᛚᚢᛏᚢᛁᚴ ᛒᚱᚢᛘᛋᛅᚱ ᛒᚬᚱᚢᚾ ᚢᚠ ᛒᚢᚾᛏᛁ ᚢᚼᚢ ᚢᛒᛅᚾᛏ ᚼᛁᛋ ᚼᚬᛚ ᚬᚾᛏ ᚼᛁᛋ ᚼᛅᚬᚱᚦ ᛏᚢ ᚦᛅ ᛒᛅᚢᛒᛚᛅ ᚢᚠᛅᚱᛏ ᚱᛁᛋᚼ ᚱᚢᚬᛋᛏ ᚼᚬᚢᚾᛋᚼᛅᛋ ᚬᚾᛏ ᛘᛅᚬᛏ ᛋᚢᛅᛏᛚᛁ ᚠᛚᚢᛁᚾᚴ ᛏᚢ ᚦᛅ ᛏᛅᚾᛁᛋᛅᚾᛋ ᚢᚠ ᚼᛁᚴᚼᛚᚬᚾᛏ ᚠᚢᚱᛏᛅ ᚬᚾᛏ ᛏᚱᚬᚠᛅᛚᛅᚱᛋ ᛋᚢ ᚢᛅᛚᚴᚢᛘᛅ ᚼᛅ ᛋᛅᚱᚠᛏ ᚬᛚ ᚢᚱ ᚴᛁᚾ ᚠᚢᛚᚴ ᚦᚱᚢᚴᚼ ᚠᚬᛘᛁᚾᛅ ᚬᚾᛏ ᚼᚬᚱᚠᛅᛋᛏ ᚬᚾᛏ ᛋᚼᛅᛚᛏᛅᚱᛏ ᚦᛅ ᚢᛅᚬᚱᛁ ᚢᚼᛅᚾ ᛒᛚᚬᚴᚢᛅ ᚠᛅᛚ ᚢᛒᚢᚾ ᚢᛋ ᚢᛅ ᛏᚢᛅᛚᛏ ᛁᚾ ᚦᚬᛏ ᛋᚢᛚᚬᛋᛅ ᚴᚱᛅᚢ ᛋᛏᚱᚢᚾᚴ ᛁᚾ ᚢᚱ ᚠᚢᚱᛏᚱᛅᛋ ᚴᚾᚢᛁᚾᚴ ᚼᛁᛋ ᚴᛁᚾᛏᚾᛅᛋ ᚢᚬᛋ ᛅᚾᛏᛚᛅᛋ ᚬᛋ ᚦᛅ ᚼᚢᚾᚢᚱ ᚢᛅ ᚢᛅ ᚼᛁᛘ ᛋᚢ ᚾᛅᚢ ᚢᛅ ᛏᚢ ᚾᚬᛘᛅ ᚼᛁᛘ ᚬ ᚴᚢᛁᚾᛅᛒᛅᚬᚱᛁᚾᚴ ᚼᛅᚱᚢ ᛋᚢ ᛋᚬᛁ ᛅᚬᛏᚱᛁᚴ ᚬᚾᛏ ᛒᛅᚬᛏᚱᛁᛋ ᛒᚬᚱᚢᚾ ᚬᚾᛏ ᛒᚬᚱᚢᚾᛅᛋ ᚢᚠ ᚦᛅ ᚠᚢᚱᛏ ᛏᚢᚾ ᚦᛁᛋ ᚦᛅᚱᛏᛁᚾᚦ ᛏᚬᛁ ᚢᚠ ᚬᛒᚱᛁᛚ ᛁᚾ ᚬᚢᚱ ᚾᚬᛁᛒᚢᚱᛋ ᚠᛁᚾ ᚼᚬᛚᛋ ᚢᚠ ᛋᛏᚢᚱᚠᛁᚴ ᛅᛏᚱᛁᚴ ᛒᚬᚱᚢᚾ ᛒᛅᚬᛏᚱᛁᛋ ᛒᚬᚱᚢᚾᛅᛋ
Poetry Exemplar: BeowulfArtwork Exemplar: https://runes.verbix.com/vikingage/Uppland.html https://www.runestonecarver.com/old-runestone/u11/1-start.html “U 11 is the Rundata designation for a runestone that is located near the ruins of the old king's dwelling at Alsnö hus near Hovgården on the island of Adelsö in Sweden.” -https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uppland_Runic_Inscription_11

Epy Pengelly

Quoine

Barony of Highland Foorde2024.04.13

Artwork and Transliteration by Meisterin Kolfinna Valravn
Wordification by Ollam Lanea Inghean Uí Chiaragáin

Terpsichore, whirling heart of blooming melody, Memory’s daughter, mother of rivers and sirens,Pause in your ecstatic steps–observe this gentle,Epy Pengelly, champion of the Foorde.
None may match this kind one’s endless action.Hear their lilting song, their viol’s sweet thrum, Then watch as students follow Epy’s trail through Halls of wonder named for your sisters’ sake.
Now gaze in wonder as the horse dances beneath them,And see the power held in this leader’s reins. They bear a golden lance to guard your bordersAnd guide our other riders through the ring.
Sing out now, graceful Terpsichore, with answering accolades,And call out for a quoyne to honor this armiger. For Epy’s feats bring bright glory to Highland Foorde, So say Sinn and Ludwig, this lucky April Day
Done this 13th of April at Storvik’s Novice Tourney.
𐀳𐀮𐀒𐀩𐄇𐀹𐀪𐀚𐄇𐀀𐀩𐀳𐄇𐀃𐀸𐄇𐀟𐀬𐀖𐀚𐄇𐀕𐀫𐀆𐄇𐀕𐀗𐀩𐀮𐄇𐀈𐀳𐀩𐄇𐀗𐀳𐀩𐄇𐀃𐀸𐄇𐀪𐀸𐀮𐄇𐀀𐀚𐄇𐀯𐀩𐀚𐀮𐄇𐀞𐀄𐀮𐄇𐀂𐀚𐄇𐀂𐀃𐀩𐄇𐀁𐀐𐀮𐀲𐀴𐀐𐄇𐀮𐀳𐀟𐀮𐄇𐀃𐀟𐀮𐀩𐀸𐄇𐀴𐀮𐄇𐀐𐀚𐀳𐀩𐄇𐀁𐀠𐄇𐀟𐀚𐀐𐀪𐄇𐀏𐀕𐀠𐀃𐀚𐄇𐀃𐀸𐄇𐀳𐄇𐀡𐀩𐀆𐄇𐀜𐀚𐄇𐀕𐀂𐄇𐀔𐀐𐄇𐀴𐀮𐄇𐀑𐀚𐄇𐀃𐀚𐀮𐄇𐀁𐀚𐀩𐀮𐄇𐀀𐀐𐀰𐀚𐄇𐀂𐀩𐄇𐀳𐀂𐀩𐄇𐀪𐀩𐀴𐀚𐄇𐀰𐀙𐄇𐀳𐀂𐀩𐄇𐀹𐀃𐀮𐄇𐀮𐀹𐀳𐄇𐀳𐀬𐀕𐄇𐀳𐀚𐄇𐀷𐀐𐄇𐀀𐀽𐄇𐀮𐀶𐀆𐀚𐀳𐀮𐄇𐀡𐀫𐀸𐄇𐀁𐀠𐀮𐄇𐀳𐀨𐀂𐀩𐄇𐀳𐀬𐄇𐀀𐀩𐀮𐄇𐀃𐀸𐄇𐀺𐀚𐀆𐀩𐄇𐀙𐀕𐀆𐄇𐀡𐀩𐄇𐀂𐀃𐀩𐄇𐀯𐀳𐀩𐀮𐄇𐀭𐀐𐄇𐀜𐀸𐄇𐀏𐀽𐄇𐀂𐀚𐄇𐀺𐀚𐀆𐀩𐄇𐀀𐀽𐄇𐀳𐄇𐂃𐄇𐀅𐀚𐀐𐀮𐄇𐀟𐀚𐀳𐄇𐀳𐀕𐄇𐀀𐀚𐄇𐀯𐄇𐀳𐄇𐀞𐀸𐀩𐄇𐀁𐀩𐀆𐄇𐀂𐀚𐄇𐀴𐀮𐄇𐀪𐀆𐀩𐀮𐄇𐀨𐀚𐀮𐄇𐀳𐀂𐄇𐀞𐀩𐄇𐀀𐄇𐀒𐀩𐀆𐀚𐄇𐃆𐄇𐀶𐄇𐀏𐀩𐀆𐄇𐀂𐀃𐀩𐄇𐀡𐀩𐀆𐀩𐀮𐄇𐀀𐀚𐄇𐀑𐀆𐄇𐀀𐀸𐄇𐀃𐀳𐀩𐄇𐀪𐀆𐀩𐀮𐄇𐀳𐀬𐄇𐀳𐄇𐀪𐀚𐄇𐀯𐀚𐄇𐀀𐀸𐀳𐄇𐀙𐀸𐄇𐀐𐀩𐀮𐀢𐀩𐄇𐀳𐀮𐀒𐀩𐄇𐀹𐀳𐄇𐀀𐀚𐀮𐀪𐀚𐄇𐀀𐀒𐀩𐀆𐀮𐄇𐀀𐀚𐄇𐀒𐀩𐄇𐀀𐀸𐀳𐄇𐀡𐀩𐄇𐀀𐄇𐀦𐀂𐀚𐄇𐀶𐄇𐀀𐀜𐀩𐄇𐀴𐀮𐄇𐀀𐀩𐀖𐀐𐀩𐄇𐀡𐀩𐄇𐀁𐀠𐀮𐄇𐀠𐀳𐀮𐄇𐀟𐀪𐀚𐄇𐀟𐀪𐀳𐄇𐀐𐀫𐀪𐄇𐀶𐄇𐀂𐀁𐀨𐀚𐀆𐄇𐀡𐀩𐀆𐄇𐀰𐄇𐀭𐀂𐄇𐀯𐀚𐄇𐀀𐀚𐄇𐀬𐀆𐀹𐀐𐄇𐀴𐀮𐄇𐀫𐀑𐄇𐀀𐀪𐀩𐄇𐀅𐀂𐄇𐀉𐀚𐄇𐀴𐀮𐄇𐄇𐄒𐄇𐀃𐀸𐄇𐀀𐀪𐀩𐄇𐀀𐀳𐄇𐀮𐀵𐀩𐀹𐀐𐄇𐀜𐀹𐀮𐄇𐀵𐀩𐀚𐀂
Visual Exemplar: Tiryns, Krater of Shield Bearers. After Troy, Mycenae, Tiryns, Orchomenos. Heinrich Schliemann: The 100th anniversary of his Death. Exhibition Catalogue (Athens 1990), 360 fig. 341Text: Linear BPoetry exemplar: Ode to Aphrodite, Sappho, Translated by John Myres O'Hara

Svana Másdóttir

Baronial Award of Excellence

Barony of Highland Foorde2024.04.13

Illumination by Meisterin Kolfinna Valravn
Calligraphy by Lady Lucy of Wigan
Wordification by Ollam Lanea Inghean Uí Chiaragáin

Much have I fared, | Much have I found, Much have I gotten from the Gods: What shall live on of our labor | When coronets restOn different brows in a different reign?
Frauva Svana Másdóttir, | Far travelling tender,Bore counsel and cares of weight and import.Grant her rest now, and honor, | Sing her praises and prayers, For her example of Excellence shines forth through the Foorde.
Our Sister Bright, | Our Compatriot Brave, Let nothing bear her away from our den. For though our obligations are ending, | Our love carries on Glimmering like midnight sun on lapping sea water.
So cry Sinn and Ludwig, | in the gloaming of their term, As they rest on Storvik’s shores in Cousin’s domain,Let Svana Másdóttir ever after | wear the mark of our ExcellenceDone this lucky day in April, AS 58.
Poetry Exemplar: Vafthruthnismol/The Ballad of Vafthruthnir from The Poetic Edda, translated by Henry Adams Bellows, 1936. https://sacred-texts.com/neu/poe/poe05.htm

Sinn Larensdotter

Court Barony

2024.04.13

Artwork by Meisterin Kolfinna Valravn
Wordification by Ollam Lanea Inghean Uí Chiaragáin

Give me skald’s gifts To sing praise for my heart-friend, Sinn Larensdotter,Ring giving leader, Wise seer, Sea brightener.
In peace she has chosenTo pass the coronet of the FoordeTo a sister in suretyTo watch over these folkWho in turn watch the border.
Let the tides bring them fortune, And the Norns smile on the sagaOf this passing of powerOver this glimmering fastness At the knee of the ridge.
Hereafter, we name this beloved Fox tender A baroness of our Court, graced with coronet fine.Done this lucky day in April, AS 58By King Christoph and Queen AdelhaitAs Storvik hosts Atlantia

ᚷᛁᛒ•ᛗᛁ•ᛋᚲᚨᛚᛞᛋ•ᚷᛁᚠᛏᛋ•ᛏᚢ•ᛋᛁᛝ•ᛈᚱᚨᛉ•ᚠᛟᚱ•ᛗᛃ•ᚺᚨᚱᛏᚠᚱᛖᚾᛞ•ᛋᛁᚾ•ᛚᚨᚱᛖᚾᛋᛞᛟᛏᛖᚱ•ᚱᛁᛝ•ᚷᛁᛒᛁᛝ•ᛚᛖᚨᛞᛖᚱ•ᚹᛁᛉ•ᛋᛖᚱ•ᛋᛖ•ᛒᚱᛁᛏᛖᚾᛖᚱ•ᛁᚾ•ᛈᛖᛋ•ᛋᚺᛖ•ᚺᚨᛉ•ᛋᚺᛟᛋᚾ•ᛏᚢ•ᛈᚨᛋ•ᚦᛖ•ᚲᛟᚱᛟᚾᛖᛏ•ᛟᛒ•ᚦᛖ•ᚠᛟᚱᛞ•ᛏᚢ•ᚨ•ᛋᛁᛋᛏᚱ•ᛁᚾ•ᛋᚢᚱᛖᛏᛃ•ᛏᚢ•ᚹᛟᛏᛋᚺ•ᛟᛒᛖᚱ•ᚦᛁᛋ•ᚠᛟᛚᚲ•ᚺᚢ•ᛁᚾ•ᛏᛖᚱᚾ•ᚹᛟᛏᛋᚺ•ᚦᛖ•ᛒᛟᚱᛞᛖᚱ•ᛚᛖᛏ•ᚦᛖ•ᛏᛁᛞᛋ•ᛒᚱᛁᛝ•ᚦᛖᛗ•ᚠᛟᚱᛏᚢᚾ•ᚨᚾᛞ•ᚦᛖ•ᚾᛟᚱᚾᛋ•ᛋᛗᛁᛚ•ᚨᚾ•ᚦᛖ•ᛋᚨᚷᚨ•ᛟᛒ•ᚦᛁᛋ•ᛈᚨᛋᛖᛝ•ᛟᛒ•ᛈᛟᚹᛖᚱ•ᛟᛒᛖᚱ•ᚦᛁᛉ•ᚷᛚᛁᛗᛖᚱᛁᛝ•ᚠᚨᛋᛏᚾᛖᛋ•ᚨᛏ•ᚦᛖ•ᚾᛁ•ᛟᛒ•ᚦᛖ•ᚱᛁᛞᚷ•ᚺᛁᚱᚨᚠᛏᚱ•ᚹᛁ•ᚾᚨᛗ•ᚦᛁᛋ•ᛒᛖᛚᛟᛒᛞ•ᚠᛟᚲᛋ•ᛏᛖᚾᛞᚱ•ᚨ•ᛒᚨᚱᛟᚾᛖᛋ•ᛟᛒ•ᚨᚹᚱ•ᚲᛟᚱᛏ•ᚷᚱᚨᛋᛞ•ᚹᛁᚦ•ᚲᛟᚱᛟᚾᛖᛏ•ᚠᛁᚾ•ᛞᛟᚾ•ᚦᛁᛋ•ᛚᚢᚲᛃ•ᛞᚨ•ᛖᚾ•ᚨᛈᚱᛖᛚ•ᚨᚾᛟ•ᛋᛟᛋᛁᛖᛏᚨᛏᛁᛋ•ᚠᛁᚠᛏᛁᚨᛏ•ᛒᛃ•ᚲᛁᛝ•ᚲᚱᛁᛋᛏᛟᚠ•ᚨᚾᛞ•ᚲᚹᛖᚾ•ᚨᛞᛖᛚᚺᚨᛁᛏ•ᚨᛉ•ᛋᛏᛟᚱᛒᛁᚲ•ᚺᛟᛋᛏᛋ•ᚨᛏᛚᚨᚾᛏᛁᚨ•ᚲᛁᛝ•ᚲᚹᛖᚾ

Poetry Sources: Straubhaar, Sandra B. Old Norse Women's Poetry. Available from: VitalSource Bookshelf, Ingram Publisher Services UK- Academic, 2011.