Words From the Grave

 Hear these words from beyond the grave.

Yesterday I had the fortune of competing in the thrown weapons tourney at the Myrkfaelinn War Practice. I did win the tourney and was called into Court, as one would expect. This scroll was held up and read and it was a wonderful scroll; the artwork, the runes, the wording. But it was the reading of who created it. Illumination by  Mistress Cristina inghean Ghriogair. Translated into Futhark by Lady Asterija Royachevicha. Words by the late Master Toki Redbeard, who passed from this world a few months ago.

I am fortunate enough to live in the Kingdom of AEthelmearc where we let our scribes make the artwork they feel will move the recipients to tears, to inspire the crowds to greater deeds. I have always been an advocate of creating as many scrolls as possible; for awards and for tourneys. They are not just an immediate recognition of what someone did; they are a moment in time to be forever treasured and remembered. Even in death, yesterday's tourney will live on as long as these scrolls exist. I was moved to tears to hear that Master Toki will live on while his words linger.

Hear now the words of the late Master Toki Redbeard, may his wordfame live on for a hundred years.

The keen eyes and deadly aim send the axe and swift spearshaft. Talented throw teaches folks to fear warriors, not their weapons. To honor Caleb for winning on the 14th of June at War Practice in the dominion of Myrkfaelinn.