Erich Hlodowechssun's Chivalry Scroll
Over on Facebook, there's been a post examples of you artwork meme. I thought I had made my Dodge roll, but I just barely missed. I I've been nominated for the 5 day art challenge by Juliana della Rena so here's day 1. Get ready for some scroll texts, people, especially since I hope John Kostisin will put some of his texts amongst his 5 day challenge.
This is one I did that was, well, let's just say, given as a backlog scroll. A back, back, back, backlog scroll. Written at the behest of Elasait Beaty-Schraer for Erich Schraer.
When the sky jewel sailed two score times Since the maker of lists made a home for dreams Calontir’s cyning and cwen called this proud son before them An acorn that grew amidst a forest of falcons
A seedling of the heartland hailing from high oak’s hall His roots were planted in the land he first plowed Suðri’s shield warding against Surt’s sword There he first became a feeder of ravens Hastening on sea-steeds over swan-roads
He sought sword-storms and showers of spears In eastern fields filled with shady trees He defended dragons and defeated tigers And proud warlords watched wondering at his courage Naming him one of falcon’s first feared spear-wielders
Striking blows for freedom and striking for the land He helped the heartland become a home for princes of legend Bold ring-breakers bearing storm-cleavers Gave him shining gifts of gold and steel And forevermore he holds the falcon’s twelfth axe
Not only girded with steel, but also with Grimnir’s gifts, His prowess and poetry served princes in war and peace As they forged a kingdom from the bones of far firewyrms Then his cold steel glistened in Calontir’s golden halls Still he stands fiercely fighting to defend the king’s land
Wielding wound-hoes in western sands Under the watchful eye of Arvak and Alsvid’s guide Thus, We, Asgeirr and Miriam, wielders of scepter and sword, Calontir’s fifth cyning and cwen Call Erich Hlodowechssun, this ender of eagle’s hunger,
To kneel before Us and this day we make him a knight This fifteenth of Hreðmonað, in the third year of falcon’s flight Read in the halls of smælbera and runungspreca