County scroll for HE Sir Duncan Bruce of Logan, done in the Reign of Bataciqan-nu Ko’un Ashir and Ashland de Mumford

Text by Master Christopher Amber, Calligraphy by Mistress Mirabel Wynne, Illumination by HL Áine nic Táilliúir

SEND forth word to all the Known World of the commendable achievements and glorious deeds we celebrate this day.
PROCLAIM it as well to all the corners of the Calon Kingdom that its Crown would recognize by custom tradition and desire one of the line of Falcon Kings.
AMONGST those treasured in Calontir, one Logan, sometimes called Duncan the Bruce’s son, has been raised and augmented by Heartland Crowns.
MANY are those amongst the Falcon’s subjects that count a friendship and special kinship with this warrior and servant for and of the populace of his native lands.
BRAVE and Bold he has striven to give all of himself and many were the occasions that he would test the mettle of those who he would serve as King.
LO then, the day arrived when honorable combat proved right and well that the finest combatant, the true heir, should find him alone victor of Crown Tourney.
OF years in advance of any to first claim a Crown in the Known World, he had been forged by sword, tradition and example into an heir Calontir deserved.
ON his head the prince’s crown set well and with his princess he began preparations against their ascension and Calontir’s place amongst its friends and allies.
DESIRING to show the strength he felt and gathered from his consort, when the Day of Coronation came, he ascended to the Falcon thrones not alone but in companionship.
YLVA, daughter of Jon, did he his drottning bring to share the duties, burdens and joys of rule as he himself assumed the mantle of Konung of the Land of Storm Cleavers.
VERILY the populace of Calontir cried out acceptance of this pair and in great numbers embraced the chance to offer fealty which held a special meaning in the Konung’s heart.
IN earnest need he began to gather troops to assist in the Pennsic conflict and many were those who felt the need to answer the call of their Crown.
KONUNG and General both, he pledged the Falcon would fly, on wings outspread, wherever the Ealdormere Wolf lead and great were the exploits and comradery shared by these Kingdoms.
IN Surtur kissed lands he did not fail his Kingdom, as he sat amongst his people, providing the bounty of Frost Giant’s toil to those who had ventured forth along with him.
NOW the Falcon lands enjoyed peace and many were the recommendations he and his drottning heard and well deserved were those elevated amongst the populace and peerage.
GATHERING by force of personal invitation, he also set a tourney to assure a Calon heir and some thirty one combatants honored him by hearing his word and answering that call.
SO now but a few of the deeds of this Man have been laid out, let those who may have more speak it to him, that he may know of the love that this most Beloved Konung may enjoy as, rightfully, by Law and Tradition, the seal upon this saga is set with a County Coronet.

County scroll for HE Mistress Ylva Jonsdottir, done in the Reign of Bataciqan-nu Ko’un Ashir and Ashland de Mumford

Text by Halgrimr riddari, Calligraphy and Illumination by Ayisha bint Asad

Ylva’s Saga

None doubt the gifts of the Stormcleaver……

When the Heartlands were in need of a Harkonung,

The gosling of battle protected her from all great dangers and in time

When most needed, The Guardian of the Heartland,  

gifted the spear-kin with wise and generous heirs.

Logan, a mighty warrior,  and his heart-bearer Ylva.

Graceful and beautiful, Ylva’s wordfame was yet a whisper

but soon it would be louder than a blast from Gjallarhorn!

It was soon observed that she was no commoner,

she was intelligent, well spoken, and in all respects well behaved.

Those who knew her thought well of her, and considered her

a most excellent woman.

Upon ascension, The Folk hastened toward the Falcon Thrones

men and women, a multitude and a crowd,

throng and a troop; unending happy faces and open hearts

both the venerable and those in the springs of their lives

pressed forward and ran toward the Krongur’s fair maid,

Every one of them in the rejoicing Hjartlund became cheerful

And lifted ale-prows after they learned that once again

A ring-rich Northern peace-weaver had returned to the High Seat

With Joy in their hearts, from that time until they no longer could,

High minded courageous Calon goðar went forth;

Fierce comrades, bold warriors, Skaldi-blessed, highly skilled artisans

Saddle beast tamers and hearts-blood givers bearing Her banners high,

joyfully moving forward, with stern minds and stouthearted souls

slowly increasing the minds worth of the kingdom in her name.

Upon being seated upon the Calon High Seat,

She took great pleasure in discovering and commemorating

The achievements of her People and Her Kingdom,

Knowing that it is enlightening to discover the prowess and skill

Of others, even more so to recognize them for doing it freely.

Displaying love and giving name fame

Creating smiles and honoring those who please her so.

Graciously heaping praise on those who toil at their crafts

Encouraging the deepening of life-blood wells,

Giving battle-garb to the newly trained levy of the Calon Host,

Ever gleaming Cup-bearer upon the fields of war.

And when the time came, in addition to the adoration of her people,

Ylva, wise drottning, Hammers’s heart, rune counselor and life-blood giver

did win not only everlasting renown for her grace and generosity

But was adorned with a high seats helm for long remembered deeds

done for her land and her people.