Post by Queen Beathag Aberdeen on Apr 28, 2009 10:31:25 GMT -6
SCENE - Grand was the occasion and equally as grand the reason. Commoner, gentry, nobility. Young and old. Man, woman, and child came through the rebuilt walls of Griffin Castle. Did the courtyard hold blemishes from the night of fire and brimsone, where brave souls held on till the first light of dawn? Like the rest of Turas Lan, it too had been fixed so that the English blight was nothing but a terrible memory. Underneath the torchlight, the Norman structure looked better than she ever had! Walls were erect, the doors were whole and gilded! A griffin had been burned into the wood, the sigil now on the courtyard's stones before a rising sun. Beyond that, the doors of the castle themselves opened to reveal brightness and mirth. The banners were unfurled, the coats of armors hung. Guests were led not to the Great Hall, where often such solemnity takes place, but through it, and to the Northen Halls were under the paintings and light of the three great domes (skye website, landscape, griffin castle for pictures of the vaulted halls) would be where the honors were to be assumed. A black carpet with gold edging awaited honored steps. Two high chairs awaited the Mo'r Triath and Mo'r Oukselo. The beautiful area had not been seen since the wedding celebrations, and largely went forgotten, but such a treasure of art and culture should be used to showcase the new beginnings of the Isle not just as one place, but as the heart of the Celtic States. Never had so many tongues began to talk, and in so many tongues! Irish-Gaelic, Welsh-Gaelic, Scotts-Gaul, French, and Norwegian. Spanish, italian! The event was not just the talk of the realms, but indeed a focal point in the eye of all Europe.
Lady Aegraine - She is wearing a formal dress trouser outfit, black with touches of silver; over it the tabbard of the lePower family, with the crest silvery chief dancety, above black; an undifferenced Irish crest. Her hair is loose and long, curling down her back. She stood quietly and in awe at the room and the people about her.
Lord Balian - Balian made his way in, a long white cape trimmed in gold swaying at golden spurred heels. White tunic and long white tabard hugged his thick form. Long blond hair carefully tied back behind his head. Each new boot fall against the black carpet drew him in closer. Icy blues drift across the halls taking in each and every detail that came before him while his left gloved hand rested idle against the hilt of the black woven nameless sword.
Aislin of Eohmark- A dress of blue heavy silk, simplified with lacings of a lighter blue upon the cuffs, adored the Lady of Eohmark on this very night. An over robe went with it, one Beathag had commissioned with the insignia of their first home (Highlands) upon it. Not many would understand the signifigance of this attire, save three people. Along with Eamonn, Aislin waited to the far right of the area, with hands clasped over each other.
Lady Siobhan MacLeod - Standing in the far back already with her father and men, dressed in the honored robs of her clan, Siobhan waited, smiling wide at the beauty if the decore.
Captain Jack Flynn - When the family of the Lord-Admiral at last arrived, they came dressed in the colors of the sea. Jack himself was wearing his Navy uniform with officer's gorget, while the two most important women in his life -- the Lady Maggie Flynn, his wife, and Seanna -- wore dress the color of sea spray. The family quickly found their seats, due to the advanced nature of Maggie's pregnancy.
Lady Jelenah - The Lady Windsor would arrive with her husband, Jelenah was wearing shades of silver, blue and white. There were different fabrics that adorned her petite frame such as silk, satin and lace. Her long blond hair was half gatheredin braids that formed a blond crown atop her head. By her husbands side she moved and stood.
Captain Marcos de La Costa - Unfortunately, Captain Marcos de La Costa would arrive alone tonight wearing his deep crushed blue coat. A white dress shirt and black pants with matching boots. His wife was feeling a little under the weather. Perhaps it was general sickness or sickness that accompanied pregnancy as she was now four months along. He found himself a spot near the rear of the gathering and nodded with a respectful nod to those who's gaze he would meet.
Eamonn of Eohmark - With robes of rich crimons and golds, Eamonn stood alongside his wife, the gloves he wore covering large hands. One held the grip of his sword from habit while the other pressed against the opposite side of his wife; chin lifted proudly as he gazed about silent, glancing now and then to his children in the hands of Aislin's lady-in-waiting.
Sir Aman-ud-Din Sayyid - The Arab, dressed in ceremonial robes of white and gold, stood with his arms crossed over his chest,hands tucked under the long sleeves and hidden from view. For the most part, the head dress he wore covered raven locks from view; the light smile still evident.
Sir Lucius - Never had Lucius known such excitement in his life, to be surrounded by so many people of great honour. With his own attire of teal surcoat and cape over chainmail, Lucius' hand rested upon the hilt of the sword buckled around his waist while his eyes glanced about, toward one in particular.
Sir Alendral Sorschal - It would hardly do to appear at the ceremony as an entertainer: There was only so far that particular cover could go. So the fallback would have to suffice, Alexander Evans, a Merchantmen, revealing another side of the Spy entirely, all full on in noble splendour, fine silk and the like, a finely ruffled shirt, neatly coiffed and wearing the same sort of vaguely smug expression such nobility tended to carry: though his transformation paled in comparison to Vance, who did not look particularly pleased with his own clothing. Nonetheless, the two attended, silently taking their place without much adieu, leaving little to answer for their presence in the first place, but of course, that was the idea...
Lady Rosalind Avalle - Rosalind arrived with Aldric's hand tucked in her own. They did not match, but they complimented one another well -- Rosalind with her dark hair in a caul behind her ears, the dark blue bliaut of her gown similar to her mourning garb, save the exposed shoulders and loose folds of a silver surcoat, and Aldric in a tunic the color of his eyes. She smiled to those who met her gaze, but moved to find her place with as much proficiency as someone holding the hand of a toddler could muster, the large silver cross glinting in the light, and catching Aldric's attention as only helpless butterflies and carved wooden horses did
Captain Ealora Asad-Aziem - Ealora entered the hall wearing the familiar Egyptian's of home. This one was a soft white etched with red embroidery. Her russet curls had been left unbound and flowing against her shoulders, highlighted only by the bangles hanging within her hair at ear length to make it seem as if she wore earrings. She briefly remembered a ceremony when she had first arrived. It seemed a million years ago. A faint smile etched to her lips as she slid into a free seat to await the ceremony.
Lady Avery Thorn - Avery didn't know what she was doing here. Crowds made her nervous and in her profession, being a people person was kind of key. She was not used to wearing fancy clothing. She found the dress last minute, a chemise of dark all most navy blue and a white overlay. The only thing was, she was not a hair person. Having just come from a interview with a patient, it was still left in its braided state, not really conducive to a fancy dress, but she was trying.
Sir Nicholas Stryker - To many days on a battlefield left him uncomfortable in fancy clothing but for a ceremony, he could not think of showing up in an untucked tunic. Shaden had gotten him the shirt, a long sleeved top etched in gold all the way to the throat and black fitted pants. For once his hair was neatly combed, his beard trimmed. A regular joe some would say, really he pulled at the collar as he slid into his seat. Damn fancy clothing!
Lady Eirian Apollius - The Lady of Arianna Hymeordraeth stayed in colors of the house, deep blues and silvers of the dress, her hair contained in a netting of the woven same. She lingered beside her husband, citzenry of Wales, and those of the land excitedly waiting for the festivities. Her kinsmen, her countrymen were to be lauded!
Lady Claramae St Laurence - While a simplistic name was favored, hers always remained the same despite the venture. Old Avaria shone through in scarlets, blacks and golds, for it was in honor of the Phoenix she wished to stand, whilst standing beside Vance and a merchant, of course. She had come from England to remain only for a night, but stayed longer, just for the occasion.
Sir Kendrew Campbell - Never one to rise much above his simple tastes, a few Campbells, his men, and even a wife might be surprised at the election of the gold. He wanted to be his best when the best were represnted. Catching Lucius on a side glance, he smiled at the lad. Soon, very soon, they would be sword brothers. Knights, together.
Servant - The heralds came to stand at the doors, and to the sound of trumpeteers the prouncement of "The Mo'r Triath and the Mo'r Ouksela, High Lord and Lady of the Nations, approach!"
Duke Adam Aberdeen - His formal black and gold brocades seemed to glow with a strange ambiance to them. Come from Edinburgh, the man seemed to carry a renewed purpose with him. His height, taller, His form? Stronger. The man did not give commands where he, himself would not venture. one hand clasped behind his back, on the other his wife was placed. A usually calm, if not gentle presence, his aura intensified to a might of a mountain. Subject him, make him bow? Never.
Duchess Beathag Aberdeen - Save for a few days beyond doors, a few stolen glances, the Mo'r Ouksela had remained hidden from questioning eyes. Some wondered if these new ventures had begun to weaken a waning resolve. Would she, along with he, revert back to old ways? No! Hair streamed from beneath a sigil of power - the coronet had been fashioned anew, of twisted gold, leaves, and the flowers studded with real gems. It was a High Lady of the Celts that approached indeed, and when each had drawn to their place before their thrones, the Duke lifted his hand, for all to draw close as he spoke
Duke Adam Aberdeen - "People of Skye, Welcome! People o' Scotland, Ireland, Wales, brothers in a new lay of land, welcome. Tae those who have come o' the continent tae see us, and those from lands fallen and fledglin', welcome. We stand 'ere taenight when we out nay have stood at all! How many thought we'd be laid low now, the flicker of a candle gone, but one passing dream? Ah say those who thought it know nay the spirit of our people! With great courage, bravery, faith, and honor did many gae forth tae battle, or dae other things of extraordinary caliber deservin' o' merit. This is why we gather, tae recall those times, tae give thanks and ne'er forget! Tha' is wot I charge ye with tonight. Ne'er forgot how ye came to this night. Ne'er forget...yourselves. There in would be our weakness. Let us begin!" Two pages brought forward two swords, one was Adams that had gone with him to many adventures..
Duchess Beathag Aberdeen - The other was Beathag's, who's adventures had ended. It came out now for such times as this, for ceremony, for ritual. For deeds of peace and not violence. "Will those tae be knighted come forth, receive yer due! The Griffin recalls you.. Squire Lucius, Admiral Flynn, Engineer Le' Power, Ranger Galanoes, Alexander Evans (Alendral), Nicholas Stryker. Come forward, so it please you."
Sir Lucius - When the Lord and Lady appeared, Lucius bowed his head respectfully, and once the Lord Adam spoke first, Lucius paid great attention. The Gaelic Nations. He tried to fight the smile from appearing on his lips as his day finally came, the day his oath would be fulfilled. He swallowed hard, his heart skipped precious beats in his chest as his name was called. It was happen, what he had dreamed of. Pressing lips together and clearing his throat silently, the once squire found some measure of will to compose himself as he stepped out and approached the Lord and Lady, genuflecting as he bowed his head.
Bolverk - Standing in the back of the crowd, watching as his son stepping forward and get knighted. A moment of true proudness for a father. Lucius had gained great respect, not only from others, but the silent man that blended with the crowd.
Duchess Beathag Aberdeen - "Ye have given and fufilled oath for two men, Squire. Ye have served in battles, held no regard for your life as you have given life to others in true selflessness. Ye went forward, into the darkness below ground, above, and o' the mind. Come, good Squire, kneel afore me, receive yer due."
Sir Lucius - That lump did not go away as his dark eyes turned upward to the Lady Beathag. Swallowing hard, Lucius felt his heart stop in his chest and for some strange reasons moisture gloss his eyes over. He did it...what he swore to, what he longed for. Doing as the Lady bid, Lucius kept his head bowed respectfully and lowered his tall frame to his knees before her.
Duchess Beathag Aberdeen - "Dae ye swear yer fealty, honor, valor, life and service tae the Griffin and all that it upholds? To be of service upon the field of battle, in the brotherhood of men, your countrymen and kinsmen. To defend the defenseless, protect the weak, give unto the ways of chilvary? Abide you by these vows until lord release you or death take you?"
Sir Lucius - ``I swear my fealty, honour, valour, life, and servitude to the Griffin and all upheld...To be of service upon the field of battle, in the brotherhood of men, my countrymen and kinsmen...to defend the defenseless, protect the weak, and give upon the ways of chivalry. To this I shall abide until my Lord release me, or death take me.``
Duchess Beathag Aberdeen - She crossed her sword over his shoulders, left, and then right, "By the power vested in me, I dub thee Sir Lucius, son of Bolverk. Knight of the Griffin! " He was presented with golden spurs, and more, upon this occasion. "Let it also be known tha' this young man has set path for all squire to follow, and all men, young and old! He has rescued men from the sea, from below the earth, upon the earth, and one might even say the soul. He, among many o'ers, held on till the break o' mornin tae keep the castle. For this, he shall have the Griffin Medal, for valor. It has been 'pon election tha' the chosen are given presitious honors. Many became knights, but not all knights gae untae the order, but you, Lucius? Take you the white feathers."
Sir Kendrew Campbell - And the leader of the order himself came forward to pin these upon him, with great, great pride.
Sir Lucius - Dark eyes stared at the steps, his hair falling in his face due to the bowing of his head, and closed his eyes when the tip of the blade touched one shoulder and then the other. Sir Lucius...Lucius smirked a bit, and thanked God his hair concealed it. Lucius slowly lifted his head and truly listened to the Lady's words, everyone of them filling his heart with more and more pride. Lucius smiled softly, trying not to blink for silent fear warm tears of joy would slide down. Brown eyes shifted to Kendrew and lifted his head a bit more proudly as his knight and master took the task to pin the medal upon his chest
Duke Adam Aberdeen - "One nay need ride steeds or beh o' a chivalrous way to be lauded. One may e'en ride on the sea, and gae forth tae impossible things. The lengths a man will go, for his homeland, for his new land, are many. Come forward, Admiral Flynn. N' kneel before me."
Captain Jack Flynn - The Irishman smiled quietly, as he watched the young Squire Lucius - now, Sir Lucius - receive his spurs and accolades. The Irishman was glad that the young man had found something worthy to fight for early in his young life. For most of his life, the Irishman had been a hellion. The righteous cause had come to late, in the fading of his youth, before he felt honored to fight. He rose, when called, walking to his liege lord. Many men should receive such honors, many where those wounded or killed. When at last he was before his liege-lord, he knelt before him.
Duke Adam Aberdeen - "Dae ye swear yer fealty, honor, valor, life and service tae the Griffin and all that it upholds? be of service upon the field of battle, in the brotherhood of men, your countrymen and kinsmen. To defend the defenseless, protect the weak, give unto the ways of chilvary? Abide you by these vows until lord release you or death take you?"
Captain Jack Flynn - The Lord-Admiral of the Griffion Fleet, inclined his head, "Aye, m'laird. I dae swear m'fealty ta tha Griffin Crown, ta honor it an' its rules 'bove all, an' be as brave as I can. I dae pledge myself ta the Griffin fer service upon the waves er off.... Even iffen it means 'avin' two more ships blown out beneath m'feeet." He smiled, "An' aye, m'Lord, I dae. Till m'lord release me er death take me."
Duke Adam Aberdeen - "Then I dub the, Sir Jack Flynn, Lord Admiral o' the Griffin Fleet, arise!" Adam gave the fellow a wink, a rather right deserved prize if you considered the amount of ships at the bottom of a particular sound. He found that rather thrilling. Forgive him, he was fond of his ships! "Take ye the spurs m'friend, and with it the medal for service 'pon the water durin' the seasons o' war, at Aberdeen, here, in Turas Lan, the battle o' Rasay sound. The Griffin Medal, fer yer retakin' o' Ireland for all the native sons."
Captain Jack Flynn - Sir Jack Flynn, Lord-Admiral of the Griffin Fleet, would bow before the assembled royals. And accepted, graciously, his awarded spurs and the lauded Griffin Medal. "Thank ye, m'lord."
Beathag Aberdeen - "Sometimes the greatest of things gae unseen tae ne'er be known. To n'er be given their due. Ah feel we ought nay live in such a world. There are those among ye whom e'en now gae where ye will ne'er gae, and God willing, ne'er have to. That do, in day or night, works tha' time forgets. Come forward, Alexander Evans"
Sir Alendral Sorschal - The Spymaster, at the words, spared a glance to his suborinate before he stepped forward at his summons. He let the eyes of Liege and Lord meet, however briefly before, in an almost liquid gesture he moved to kneel, his head bowed , all the while without the faintest sound. Some distance away, Vance murmured to his company. 'Kinda ironic, truth. Riskin' his cover for a bit of recogintiion.' Vance glanced sidelong at Claramae a moment, knowing full well the merits of such had likely been discussed, many times before.
Beathag Aberdeen - "Dae ye swear yer fealty, honor, valor, life and service tae the Griffin and all that it upholds? To be of service upon the field of battle, in the brotherhood of men, your countrymen and kinsmen. To defend the defenseless, protect the weak, give unto the ways of chilvary? Abide you by these vows until lord release you or death take you?"
Sir Alendral Sorschal - "I swear, my life, my honor, and all things in the service of my country and kin. I shall protect this Kingdom and its people for as long as I live..." the Spymaster replied, his words level and carefully controlled in emotion, despite how very much he had meant them.
Beathag Aberdeen - "Then be dubbed, and arise, Sir Alexander Evans. Take ye the spurs o' yer station, and a medal of the Griffin, for valor durin the seasons o' war." It wouldn't do to say what he had done, or that he'd done them persay. It was a secret of sorts, but she did lean in and pay his ear a word. "Thank ye, for believin' enough tae remain, m'friend. Ah truly mean tha'."
Sir Alendral Sorschal - "My lady, if I had ever harbored any true doubts I would have never offered my secrets to you in the first place." He allowed himself to smile, however faintly and drew to his feet, reaching for the objects of his station without the merest hint of apprehension and returning to the others, passing them both a look near unreadable and yet, for the pair of them, full of potent meaning shared by the three of them. Vance, in response, let the corner of his lips tug into a faint smirk before the two slipped admist their place again.
Adam Aberdeen - (Adam towards Nicholas) He called the man of kingdom gone forward, to pay him honors. He was not a loud man, but Nicholas still deserved reverance for coming out of his retirement to serve a land he'd barely set forth on. The old knight knelt, the vows recited and taken, and when he rose he was a knight of the realm. Given his spurs, Adam clapped a hand to his shoulder saying, "We are ne'er undone, no matter our age be, nor where we came from. Ne'er forget tha." Hands then were locked
Beathag Aberdeen - (Bess towards Danae) The copper skinned ranger came forward, her brother watching with a prideful smirk. How proud she did their family! What would their father do to look down on them, their mother? Beathag took great pride in paying the warrior of a fallen country the due that would embrace her in her new. Upon rising, Danae was given her spurs, a medal of honor, and pinned with black feathers. She was an Outrider, one of the Duke's elected in battle who went to any means necessary to complete a task, and of rank among the ebon feathers stood. "Welcome home, Lady Ranger, Welcome home." She was also Kaelyn's second in command!
Adam Aberdeen - "There are times, tae, of great valor where in the unusual wield a weapon, or a weapon is no more than two hands, words. Such a nation is this! Ah have seen men take to arms when there was no such thing as hope, have heard fantastic stories of hands that healed, minds that led, rulers, dream weavers, tale tellers! Ah will pay m'people their dae, n' with pride. I want tae give to Maahes, Aegraine their due." Maahes was pinned with golden feathers, as was Aegraine..
Sir Kendrew Campbell - by the man whom oversaw the order. He could hardly believe such honor was still his. There were days, aye a'many, where he ventured if he would live. " Adam's lion n' Adam's great wall keeper..welcome."
Beathag Aberdeen - "Lord Aman-un-Din Sayyid, Lady Rosalind Avalle o' Lamont, Lady Ealora, and Lady Avery Come forward tae me"
Sir Aman-ud-Din Sayyid - At the mention of his name, the lofty Arab unfolded his arms and moved from his place and paced toward the front where Bess had summoned him. The robes of his country swirled about his legs as he walked, the ceremonial dagger tucked into the white sash around his ways under the abaya he wore. Aman-ud-Din bowed at the waist to Bess, dipping his chin reverently.
Adam Aberdeen - The Beast had gone forth to England. How strange, that a black man had a chance to do such, and how he did it! The Isthmus, to, Aberdeen, he gave a firm, steady nod. " A Lion is part o' the make of a Griffin's body, did ye know tha'?" Then to Aegraine, he looked to the small woman with impossible figures and calculations dancing in her head from a family legacy. "Sae too must we have firmament tae tand on, Le Power..."
Beathag Aberdeen - "Ah dun think m'advisor should need bow afore me, but Ah him. How many words have ye said tha' have pulled us back from darker things, n' wot words could ye e'er say, but use your own self, tae keep the English from these doors?" She curtsied before him, rare, for the woman seldom, if ever enacted in the motion, but elected feminine bow instead! She placed the box for the griffin medal into his hands. "pick you land 'fer a fittin' home, m'friend, though it is nay enough bah any means."
Sir Aman-ud-Din Sayyid - Advisor or not, Beathag was the Lady of the Gaelic Nations, and in retrospect, his Sovereign; more importantly, she was his friend, and that deserved a bow. When he straightened, he was surprised that she curtsied. Aman-ud-Din smiled all the same and bowed his head to her once again.Large hands reached out for box, but her next words made him freeze. Land? His own? His eyes widened a bit. His own land. ``It is more than enough, my Lady, for I am but your humble Advisor. Might I have time to...better decide the land you give to me?``
Beathag Aberdeen - "Only wherein the land be ye wish tae take feryself, ye are gettin' it wether ye like it or nay," She murmured using the stubborn nature for an act a little better than refusing the wisdom of a sage. His cheek was kissed, his shoulder gently clapped
Sir Aman-ud-Din Sayyid - Her mumur made him chuckle softly, and bow his head again. ``Then I shall graciously accept a most generous offer.`` He said, and tucking the box under his arm for a moment, palms pressed together as if in prayer, but he leaned forward somewhat in a curt bow. ``Shukran jazeelan, thank you, my Lady.`` Bess was certainly surprising Aman, for she even kissed his cheek along with that clap to the shoulder. The Arab blinks, and reach for her hand. Lifting it to his lips, he placed a light kiss to the back of her hand and released it. ``Anta lateef.[/i]``[/color]
Beathag Aberdeen - "Ye are a grand one, man." She canted her head in respect more as he kissed her hand
Beathag Aberdeen - (Bess & Ealora) Beathag bestowed her with medal, for she had lent her sword to battles. Her hands, to justice. "A woman is many things, n' such as us may nay be as tradtion say, in the way it may say, but such may be for the better......If yer sword lays still now, yer sails quiet remember ye gave it, n' your own body, to worthy causes." She gave her the coronet of a Lady, of her own merit, and not just of marriage.
Beathag Aberdeen - (Bess & Avery) Avery was given a medal of for her healing services and a griffin medal, for defending. "Ah think ye've a grand skill, your hands are capable, o' extraordinary things. Again..ne'er let wot ye were born as, dictate wot ye become." A smile and a clap were given for the woman as she moved away. "Now, m'lady Avalle, Come ye tae me..."
Lady Rosalind Avalle - Rosalind watched the others go forth and return with their honors, holding Aldric in her lap and occasionally explaining who the honorees were, until her own name was mentioned. It was lucky for her that sometime during the evening, Colban had arrived. She gave Aldric to his father and stood up, then approached the High Lord and Lady with just a little trepidation. But she curtsied formally once she reached them, and kept her head bowed until she was bid to rise.
Beathag Aberdeen - "Ah've told the women o' this land they are nay bound by tradition or dictate, but, one can nay help how new ways are made by those who keep tae the pinacle o' grace. Ah've a great admiration for ye, Lady Avalle." She gave her the tradtional coronet of ivy leaves she gave to women when they became of the court on merits, "Nay just a Lady of Inveryne, but one o' this court. Ah want ye tae find land, and make for yerself a fittin' home here. Yer clansmen have much tae thank ye for, as do we." The most valorous of Clan Lamonts men were knighted there after by the Lord and lady each.
Lady Rosalind Avalle - "I have only done what was necessary in the service of my lord and lady," she said, some would say rather stiffly, but those who knew Rosalind understood it was simply her way. She relied upon decorum and etiquette for those occasions in which a more personal response would cause her to fumble words and look a fool. She felt the coronet fall into place on her head and rose, smiling. "All the days of my life, I do honor what is to me and mine. Merci, madame. You are most gracious." Her men, of course, would now be insufferable with the titles, but this was more amusing than troublesome, and would no doubt provide fodder for future tales on whatever property she settled upon.
Adam Aberdeen - (Adam and Shaden) "Shaden Aramoire, come tae me n' receive yer honors." There now, was that not reason to cause a bit of stir? Some people honestly thought once that Shaden had become the Ducal Mistress! So often had she been seen close to Adam in odd places, whispering. The Duchess made no motion to cease it, instead was quite happy to welcome the unusual edition of a woman of such unusual beauty and talent to their circle! "Lady proper ye be now, though ye needn't me tae tell ye it, " He put the circlet on her head, "N' a medal, fer the services ye've rendered me, in Aberdeen n' beyond."
Adam Aberdeen - "Ah've seen he fair dae combat with the ugly with only a stockin' n' velvet shoe."
Adam Aberdeen - (Adam and Kaori) If Marcos would do to part with his wife, then the Lady Kaori de la Costa was called forward to receive honors beginning in a time when she was still just Hotaro among them. "Kaori de la Costa, o' yer own merit, ye are a lady o' this court, n' revered, take ye this medal, n' yer coronet. Sent ye into the belly of the beast I did." Perhaps there was a part of Adam that felt some part guilty for allowing the woman of pale skin and almond shape eyes to have crossed talent, if not her life, with William Maubrey, just as Shaden had given herself to the ravaging of Scotland's mad Bruce. What would they not do?
Beathag Aberdeen - (Beathag and Marcos) "Captain de la Costa, come forward tae me" The Spaniad stepped to the opposite sovereign of where his wife had been, and with finesse only he had been capable of kissed her hand. With a wry grin Beathag smiled and pinned to him the medal for maritime service, for his participation in sea faring campains during seasons of war and especially at Raasay sound. "Ye came tae deliver a message and ye stayed far, far longer...n with yer ship went tae sea fer the Griffin. Congratulations."
Adam Aberdeen - (Flynn + Irish) "Now, let us recall wot brings many nations taegether as one! Sons o' Ireland!" The Flynns and the Irish assembled, go forward. As the Irish came forward, he bid Kendrew stand near them, for he aided in the liberation, "E'ery captain and fighter o' Ireland, ye are freemen! Be given honor here and in yer land. Freedom fighters, and those Scotts who went tae their cousins, tae aid. It has been asked for, and should Sir flynn wish it, he may reside 'ere, and n' his homeland...as the lands Governor."
Captain Jack Flynn & Irish - The Irishman was quiet for a while, listening to it was being said. He was being made the Governor of Ireland? For several moments, he was quiet. Then he bowed to them, "I thank ye, royals, fer this high honor. An' I dae greatly accept it. I shall dae all I can ta be fair ta my countrymen, keith, an' kin. I shall dae sae in the name o' the Griffin Court."
Duke Adam Aberdeen - "Sae then Ireland is for the Irish again, Govenor."
Duchess Beathag Aberdeen - (Eirian + Meurig + Welsh) "Come forward, Sons n' Daughters of Wales"
Lady Eirian Apollius - To hear that never had much resonance with her until the moment when she had gone, bled, and had seen Wales as her father had, and had found on it unexpected kindred. Warriors of faith, and a people that were worth dying for. She went forward with them, and lowered herself
Sir Meurig - Meurig was replendant in the Cistercian white, his hat modestly covering his head. He was the oddest looking abbot many had seen -- for he was young, sturdy, and knew his steps with a sword. He went forward with Eirian, and inclined his head politely to the sovereigns. It was God's truth to say he had never in his wildest dreams imagined a day such as this would come. None of the seven sons of Llewelyn had ever dared
Duchess Beathag Aberdeen - "Sons n' daughters of Wales, ye are free, and ne'e rhas Wales had such freedom n' many years. Tis yer wish tha' th epeople of rules rule for the people, n' sae people in election by yerself shall speak on' yer word, and at times ye may give yer own. Tis done sae, on behalf o' the true lords n' lady of wales! Sae I call them this, e'er more Defenders o' the Faith for it is with their God n' hand they changed the face o' destiny, Ah've heard. The Holy-Warriors of Wales .." The warriors and even the priests were given knighthoods, the brothers Llewlyn, Meurig, and Eirian medals of Valor.
Lady Eirian Apollius - Defender of the faith? That would have had to come from a religious body, and she was humbled all the more that such was given to her.
Sir Meurig - Eh? Defender of what...oh. Well, now he had a title to match his brother's, though he'd only saved a country, whereas Gruffydd had saved the Pope. They would never outgrow competition, would they? He could change his name and marry a princess, but he would still be his baby brother. Despite those first thoughts, he was truly humbled by the honor.[/color]
Duchess Beathag Aberdeen - (Beathag and Kaelyn) "Come forward, Argania.." The people of Argania had long been allies, and so the men who followed Kaelyn were given their due as knights of Realm, and she was given black tipped feathers, as an Outrider, to do whatever was needed As Beathag pinned her, she grinned, and let their heads come gently together. "Sadness does nay become ye for'er, it passes, Ah promise ye, disolvin' mist intae mornin' sun. How yer family smiles on you." The Ranger let her arms slide around beathag, to which she did the same, letting them be framed in halos of golden hair.
Duchess Beathag Aberdeen - "Come forward, Avaria."
Lady Claramae St Laurence - The Anglo-Celt joined with Danae, her men, and the few others who elected to represent the better parts of an old alliance not fallen. Leaving Alexander's side to stand with countrymen recalled a time when she'd stood with the land of her birth in such a way. Vow was thicker than nationality. Ties of desire stronger than fealty by birth. One would need know Claramae to know how much those things, and this land, would mean to her. Balian, Merrick, were knighted.
Duchess Beathag Aberdeen - "Danae, Claramae, e'en Eirian...the men ye bring with ye represent a place tha' will one day rise again...ye are free now, here tae live as ye please. Welcome. Tae yer places, n' if the Lady Claramae will have it, Ah'd wish her intellect n' skill as the lady counselor in blue castle. She has kept alliances held taegether by meager threads, n' asked no questions when she came tae our service."
Lady Claramae St Laurence - "Should it please you, Mo'r Ouskelo" No other words need be said, though if Alexander looked? A smile's ghost held longer than usual, and made firm as she accepted such posistion. Be it in parliment or in matters across seas, it would be an honor.
Duchess Beathag Aberdeen - "Come forward, Clansmen o' Scotland.."
Clan MacLeod - Siol, Rufus and the other men all stepped forward, proud with their celebratory colors upon them. True Scottish men to the core, they wore kilts, showing scarred legs, hairy legs.
Clan Lamont - This time, Colban and Rosalind stood together, with Aldric between them. The men of Lamont who were also present stood, and formed rank behind their Lady.
Kendrew & Clan Cambells - Honor, beyond measure. He stood with the Clansmen and brought his wife with him, their niece and nephew, as he smiled up among the Campbells.
Clan Macgregor & Clan Robertson - Macgregor too came forward, and robertson, any who had fought with them for that matter. Adam took up his sword as she had done . "Sons of Alba.."
Duke Adam Aberdeen - "Sons' o'Skye.....O' the Hebrides, of the Northlands...ye are free!"
Duchess Beathag Aberdeen - "I give ye yer freedom n' our fealty, as ye have given you ours. We are the Grpyhons of Scotland."
Duke Adam Aberdeen - "Our lives, n' serivce to yours." As Adam lowered at the waist so did his wife, in the center of the gathered clans, rather symbolic considering Kings often commanded service, not extended it. But perhaps to further heal any last rifts left by the king in rancors, they bound them all together. "Those o' the mainland shall have place here, on this Isle, n' Ah'd like tae welcome the clans o' the west, Lamont n' Campbell tae the Isle. Make ye a sept house here, should it please ye, n' may it be one o' honor. This home, is yer home." Some of the clansmen from the mainland were homeless, and even those such as MacKinnon had suffered much when their old lord was unfaithful, but the new lady made them honorable again. "The Tanist, Kendrew Campbell, m'thinks make the black campbell of loch awe rather white again with his own honor."
Sir Kendrew Campbell - He hardly believed what he saw, and God if he lived to be one hundred he would never forget what was said. Holding the hand of his wife, he let the tears in his eyes find purchase on the top of his cheeks. It was good, to come home. The men of Dumfries had one. Roric slept in the earth of a good land. Kendrew? Why, he was an upstanding man who held no old rancors. "May I adopt m'brother's children.." He murmured, for of all he was given, he looked not on them as extensions of his family, but as his own. "May I call the lad n' lass m'son n' daughter, n' they call m'wife..mother, should it please 'em.."
Duchess Beathag Aberdeen - "Aye, Tanist, though ye ought know a Chieftain of a Sept house ye are tae be 'ere..n' Tanist to the main. " Kendrew gave his thank you as he lifted Roric the Younger into his arms, and the men of Campbell cheered![/font]
Lady Aegraine - She is wearing a formal dress trouser outfit, black with touches of silver; over it the tabbard of the lePower family, with the crest silvery chief dancety, above black; an undifferenced Irish crest. Her hair is loose and long, curling down her back. She stood quietly and in awe at the room and the people about her.
Lord Balian - Balian made his way in, a long white cape trimmed in gold swaying at golden spurred heels. White tunic and long white tabard hugged his thick form. Long blond hair carefully tied back behind his head. Each new boot fall against the black carpet drew him in closer. Icy blues drift across the halls taking in each and every detail that came before him while his left gloved hand rested idle against the hilt of the black woven nameless sword.
Aislin of Eohmark- A dress of blue heavy silk, simplified with lacings of a lighter blue upon the cuffs, adored the Lady of Eohmark on this very night. An over robe went with it, one Beathag had commissioned with the insignia of their first home (Highlands) upon it. Not many would understand the signifigance of this attire, save three people. Along with Eamonn, Aislin waited to the far right of the area, with hands clasped over each other.
Lady Siobhan MacLeod - Standing in the far back already with her father and men, dressed in the honored robs of her clan, Siobhan waited, smiling wide at the beauty if the decore.
Captain Jack Flynn - When the family of the Lord-Admiral at last arrived, they came dressed in the colors of the sea. Jack himself was wearing his Navy uniform with officer's gorget, while the two most important women in his life -- the Lady Maggie Flynn, his wife, and Seanna -- wore dress the color of sea spray. The family quickly found their seats, due to the advanced nature of Maggie's pregnancy.
Lady Jelenah - The Lady Windsor would arrive with her husband, Jelenah was wearing shades of silver, blue and white. There were different fabrics that adorned her petite frame such as silk, satin and lace. Her long blond hair was half gatheredin braids that formed a blond crown atop her head. By her husbands side she moved and stood.
Captain Marcos de La Costa - Unfortunately, Captain Marcos de La Costa would arrive alone tonight wearing his deep crushed blue coat. A white dress shirt and black pants with matching boots. His wife was feeling a little under the weather. Perhaps it was general sickness or sickness that accompanied pregnancy as she was now four months along. He found himself a spot near the rear of the gathering and nodded with a respectful nod to those who's gaze he would meet.
Eamonn of Eohmark - With robes of rich crimons and golds, Eamonn stood alongside his wife, the gloves he wore covering large hands. One held the grip of his sword from habit while the other pressed against the opposite side of his wife; chin lifted proudly as he gazed about silent, glancing now and then to his children in the hands of Aislin's lady-in-waiting.
Sir Aman-ud-Din Sayyid - The Arab, dressed in ceremonial robes of white and gold, stood with his arms crossed over his chest,hands tucked under the long sleeves and hidden from view. For the most part, the head dress he wore covered raven locks from view; the light smile still evident.
Sir Lucius - Never had Lucius known such excitement in his life, to be surrounded by so many people of great honour. With his own attire of teal surcoat and cape over chainmail, Lucius' hand rested upon the hilt of the sword buckled around his waist while his eyes glanced about, toward one in particular.
Sir Alendral Sorschal - It would hardly do to appear at the ceremony as an entertainer: There was only so far that particular cover could go. So the fallback would have to suffice, Alexander Evans, a Merchantmen, revealing another side of the Spy entirely, all full on in noble splendour, fine silk and the like, a finely ruffled shirt, neatly coiffed and wearing the same sort of vaguely smug expression such nobility tended to carry: though his transformation paled in comparison to Vance, who did not look particularly pleased with his own clothing. Nonetheless, the two attended, silently taking their place without much adieu, leaving little to answer for their presence in the first place, but of course, that was the idea...
Lady Rosalind Avalle - Rosalind arrived with Aldric's hand tucked in her own. They did not match, but they complimented one another well -- Rosalind with her dark hair in a caul behind her ears, the dark blue bliaut of her gown similar to her mourning garb, save the exposed shoulders and loose folds of a silver surcoat, and Aldric in a tunic the color of his eyes. She smiled to those who met her gaze, but moved to find her place with as much proficiency as someone holding the hand of a toddler could muster, the large silver cross glinting in the light, and catching Aldric's attention as only helpless butterflies and carved wooden horses did
Captain Ealora Asad-Aziem - Ealora entered the hall wearing the familiar Egyptian's of home. This one was a soft white etched with red embroidery. Her russet curls had been left unbound and flowing against her shoulders, highlighted only by the bangles hanging within her hair at ear length to make it seem as if she wore earrings. She briefly remembered a ceremony when she had first arrived. It seemed a million years ago. A faint smile etched to her lips as she slid into a free seat to await the ceremony.
Lady Avery Thorn - Avery didn't know what she was doing here. Crowds made her nervous and in her profession, being a people person was kind of key. She was not used to wearing fancy clothing. She found the dress last minute, a chemise of dark all most navy blue and a white overlay. The only thing was, she was not a hair person. Having just come from a interview with a patient, it was still left in its braided state, not really conducive to a fancy dress, but she was trying.
Sir Nicholas Stryker - To many days on a battlefield left him uncomfortable in fancy clothing but for a ceremony, he could not think of showing up in an untucked tunic. Shaden had gotten him the shirt, a long sleeved top etched in gold all the way to the throat and black fitted pants. For once his hair was neatly combed, his beard trimmed. A regular joe some would say, really he pulled at the collar as he slid into his seat. Damn fancy clothing!
Lady Eirian Apollius - The Lady of Arianna Hymeordraeth stayed in colors of the house, deep blues and silvers of the dress, her hair contained in a netting of the woven same. She lingered beside her husband, citzenry of Wales, and those of the land excitedly waiting for the festivities. Her kinsmen, her countrymen were to be lauded!
Lady Claramae St Laurence - While a simplistic name was favored, hers always remained the same despite the venture. Old Avaria shone through in scarlets, blacks and golds, for it was in honor of the Phoenix she wished to stand, whilst standing beside Vance and a merchant, of course. She had come from England to remain only for a night, but stayed longer, just for the occasion.
Sir Kendrew Campbell - Never one to rise much above his simple tastes, a few Campbells, his men, and even a wife might be surprised at the election of the gold. He wanted to be his best when the best were represnted. Catching Lucius on a side glance, he smiled at the lad. Soon, very soon, they would be sword brothers. Knights, together.
Servant - The heralds came to stand at the doors, and to the sound of trumpeteers the prouncement of "The Mo'r Triath and the Mo'r Ouksela, High Lord and Lady of the Nations, approach!"
Duke Adam Aberdeen - His formal black and gold brocades seemed to glow with a strange ambiance to them. Come from Edinburgh, the man seemed to carry a renewed purpose with him. His height, taller, His form? Stronger. The man did not give commands where he, himself would not venture. one hand clasped behind his back, on the other his wife was placed. A usually calm, if not gentle presence, his aura intensified to a might of a mountain. Subject him, make him bow? Never.
Duchess Beathag Aberdeen - Save for a few days beyond doors, a few stolen glances, the Mo'r Ouksela had remained hidden from questioning eyes. Some wondered if these new ventures had begun to weaken a waning resolve. Would she, along with he, revert back to old ways? No! Hair streamed from beneath a sigil of power - the coronet had been fashioned anew, of twisted gold, leaves, and the flowers studded with real gems. It was a High Lady of the Celts that approached indeed, and when each had drawn to their place before their thrones, the Duke lifted his hand, for all to draw close as he spoke
Duke Adam Aberdeen - "People of Skye, Welcome! People o' Scotland, Ireland, Wales, brothers in a new lay of land, welcome. Tae those who have come o' the continent tae see us, and those from lands fallen and fledglin', welcome. We stand 'ere taenight when we out nay have stood at all! How many thought we'd be laid low now, the flicker of a candle gone, but one passing dream? Ah say those who thought it know nay the spirit of our people! With great courage, bravery, faith, and honor did many gae forth tae battle, or dae other things of extraordinary caliber deservin' o' merit. This is why we gather, tae recall those times, tae give thanks and ne'er forget! Tha' is wot I charge ye with tonight. Ne'er forgot how ye came to this night. Ne'er forget...yourselves. There in would be our weakness. Let us begin!" Two pages brought forward two swords, one was Adams that had gone with him to many adventures..
Duchess Beathag Aberdeen - The other was Beathag's, who's adventures had ended. It came out now for such times as this, for ceremony, for ritual. For deeds of peace and not violence. "Will those tae be knighted come forth, receive yer due! The Griffin recalls you.. Squire Lucius, Admiral Flynn, Engineer Le' Power, Ranger Galanoes, Alexander Evans (Alendral), Nicholas Stryker. Come forward, so it please you."
Sir Lucius - When the Lord and Lady appeared, Lucius bowed his head respectfully, and once the Lord Adam spoke first, Lucius paid great attention. The Gaelic Nations. He tried to fight the smile from appearing on his lips as his day finally came, the day his oath would be fulfilled. He swallowed hard, his heart skipped precious beats in his chest as his name was called. It was happen, what he had dreamed of. Pressing lips together and clearing his throat silently, the once squire found some measure of will to compose himself as he stepped out and approached the Lord and Lady, genuflecting as he bowed his head.
Bolverk - Standing in the back of the crowd, watching as his son stepping forward and get knighted. A moment of true proudness for a father. Lucius had gained great respect, not only from others, but the silent man that blended with the crowd.
Duchess Beathag Aberdeen - "Ye have given and fufilled oath for two men, Squire. Ye have served in battles, held no regard for your life as you have given life to others in true selflessness. Ye went forward, into the darkness below ground, above, and o' the mind. Come, good Squire, kneel afore me, receive yer due."
Sir Lucius - That lump did not go away as his dark eyes turned upward to the Lady Beathag. Swallowing hard, Lucius felt his heart stop in his chest and for some strange reasons moisture gloss his eyes over. He did it...what he swore to, what he longed for. Doing as the Lady bid, Lucius kept his head bowed respectfully and lowered his tall frame to his knees before her.
Duchess Beathag Aberdeen - "Dae ye swear yer fealty, honor, valor, life and service tae the Griffin and all that it upholds? To be of service upon the field of battle, in the brotherhood of men, your countrymen and kinsmen. To defend the defenseless, protect the weak, give unto the ways of chilvary? Abide you by these vows until lord release you or death take you?"
Sir Lucius - ``I swear my fealty, honour, valour, life, and servitude to the Griffin and all upheld...To be of service upon the field of battle, in the brotherhood of men, my countrymen and kinsmen...to defend the defenseless, protect the weak, and give upon the ways of chivalry. To this I shall abide until my Lord release me, or death take me.``
Duchess Beathag Aberdeen - She crossed her sword over his shoulders, left, and then right, "By the power vested in me, I dub thee Sir Lucius, son of Bolverk. Knight of the Griffin! " He was presented with golden spurs, and more, upon this occasion. "Let it also be known tha' this young man has set path for all squire to follow, and all men, young and old! He has rescued men from the sea, from below the earth, upon the earth, and one might even say the soul. He, among many o'ers, held on till the break o' mornin tae keep the castle. For this, he shall have the Griffin Medal, for valor. It has been 'pon election tha' the chosen are given presitious honors. Many became knights, but not all knights gae untae the order, but you, Lucius? Take you the white feathers."
Sir Kendrew Campbell - And the leader of the order himself came forward to pin these upon him, with great, great pride.
Sir Lucius - Dark eyes stared at the steps, his hair falling in his face due to the bowing of his head, and closed his eyes when the tip of the blade touched one shoulder and then the other. Sir Lucius...Lucius smirked a bit, and thanked God his hair concealed it. Lucius slowly lifted his head and truly listened to the Lady's words, everyone of them filling his heart with more and more pride. Lucius smiled softly, trying not to blink for silent fear warm tears of joy would slide down. Brown eyes shifted to Kendrew and lifted his head a bit more proudly as his knight and master took the task to pin the medal upon his chest
Duke Adam Aberdeen - "One nay need ride steeds or beh o' a chivalrous way to be lauded. One may e'en ride on the sea, and gae forth tae impossible things. The lengths a man will go, for his homeland, for his new land, are many. Come forward, Admiral Flynn. N' kneel before me."
Captain Jack Flynn - The Irishman smiled quietly, as he watched the young Squire Lucius - now, Sir Lucius - receive his spurs and accolades. The Irishman was glad that the young man had found something worthy to fight for early in his young life. For most of his life, the Irishman had been a hellion. The righteous cause had come to late, in the fading of his youth, before he felt honored to fight. He rose, when called, walking to his liege lord. Many men should receive such honors, many where those wounded or killed. When at last he was before his liege-lord, he knelt before him.
Duke Adam Aberdeen - "Dae ye swear yer fealty, honor, valor, life and service tae the Griffin and all that it upholds? be of service upon the field of battle, in the brotherhood of men, your countrymen and kinsmen. To defend the defenseless, protect the weak, give unto the ways of chilvary? Abide you by these vows until lord release you or death take you?"
Captain Jack Flynn - The Lord-Admiral of the Griffion Fleet, inclined his head, "Aye, m'laird. I dae swear m'fealty ta tha Griffin Crown, ta honor it an' its rules 'bove all, an' be as brave as I can. I dae pledge myself ta the Griffin fer service upon the waves er off.... Even iffen it means 'avin' two more ships blown out beneath m'feeet." He smiled, "An' aye, m'Lord, I dae. Till m'lord release me er death take me."
Duke Adam Aberdeen - "Then I dub the, Sir Jack Flynn, Lord Admiral o' the Griffin Fleet, arise!" Adam gave the fellow a wink, a rather right deserved prize if you considered the amount of ships at the bottom of a particular sound. He found that rather thrilling. Forgive him, he was fond of his ships! "Take ye the spurs m'friend, and with it the medal for service 'pon the water durin' the seasons o' war, at Aberdeen, here, in Turas Lan, the battle o' Rasay sound. The Griffin Medal, fer yer retakin' o' Ireland for all the native sons."
Captain Jack Flynn - Sir Jack Flynn, Lord-Admiral of the Griffin Fleet, would bow before the assembled royals. And accepted, graciously, his awarded spurs and the lauded Griffin Medal. "Thank ye, m'lord."
Beathag Aberdeen - "Sometimes the greatest of things gae unseen tae ne'er be known. To n'er be given their due. Ah feel we ought nay live in such a world. There are those among ye whom e'en now gae where ye will ne'er gae, and God willing, ne'er have to. That do, in day or night, works tha' time forgets. Come forward, Alexander Evans"
Sir Alendral Sorschal - The Spymaster, at the words, spared a glance to his suborinate before he stepped forward at his summons. He let the eyes of Liege and Lord meet, however briefly before, in an almost liquid gesture he moved to kneel, his head bowed , all the while without the faintest sound. Some distance away, Vance murmured to his company. 'Kinda ironic, truth. Riskin' his cover for a bit of recogintiion.' Vance glanced sidelong at Claramae a moment, knowing full well the merits of such had likely been discussed, many times before.
Beathag Aberdeen - "Dae ye swear yer fealty, honor, valor, life and service tae the Griffin and all that it upholds? To be of service upon the field of battle, in the brotherhood of men, your countrymen and kinsmen. To defend the defenseless, protect the weak, give unto the ways of chilvary? Abide you by these vows until lord release you or death take you?"
Sir Alendral Sorschal - "I swear, my life, my honor, and all things in the service of my country and kin. I shall protect this Kingdom and its people for as long as I live..." the Spymaster replied, his words level and carefully controlled in emotion, despite how very much he had meant them.
Beathag Aberdeen - "Then be dubbed, and arise, Sir Alexander Evans. Take ye the spurs o' yer station, and a medal of the Griffin, for valor durin the seasons o' war." It wouldn't do to say what he had done, or that he'd done them persay. It was a secret of sorts, but she did lean in and pay his ear a word. "Thank ye, for believin' enough tae remain, m'friend. Ah truly mean tha'."
Sir Alendral Sorschal - "My lady, if I had ever harbored any true doubts I would have never offered my secrets to you in the first place." He allowed himself to smile, however faintly and drew to his feet, reaching for the objects of his station without the merest hint of apprehension and returning to the others, passing them both a look near unreadable and yet, for the pair of them, full of potent meaning shared by the three of them. Vance, in response, let the corner of his lips tug into a faint smirk before the two slipped admist their place again.
Adam Aberdeen - (Adam towards Nicholas) He called the man of kingdom gone forward, to pay him honors. He was not a loud man, but Nicholas still deserved reverance for coming out of his retirement to serve a land he'd barely set forth on. The old knight knelt, the vows recited and taken, and when he rose he was a knight of the realm. Given his spurs, Adam clapped a hand to his shoulder saying, "We are ne'er undone, no matter our age be, nor where we came from. Ne'er forget tha." Hands then were locked
Beathag Aberdeen - (Bess towards Danae) The copper skinned ranger came forward, her brother watching with a prideful smirk. How proud she did their family! What would their father do to look down on them, their mother? Beathag took great pride in paying the warrior of a fallen country the due that would embrace her in her new. Upon rising, Danae was given her spurs, a medal of honor, and pinned with black feathers. She was an Outrider, one of the Duke's elected in battle who went to any means necessary to complete a task, and of rank among the ebon feathers stood. "Welcome home, Lady Ranger, Welcome home." She was also Kaelyn's second in command!
Adam Aberdeen - "There are times, tae, of great valor where in the unusual wield a weapon, or a weapon is no more than two hands, words. Such a nation is this! Ah have seen men take to arms when there was no such thing as hope, have heard fantastic stories of hands that healed, minds that led, rulers, dream weavers, tale tellers! Ah will pay m'people their dae, n' with pride. I want tae give to Maahes, Aegraine their due." Maahes was pinned with golden feathers, as was Aegraine..
Sir Kendrew Campbell - by the man whom oversaw the order. He could hardly believe such honor was still his. There were days, aye a'many, where he ventured if he would live. " Adam's lion n' Adam's great wall keeper..welcome."
Beathag Aberdeen - "Lord Aman-un-Din Sayyid, Lady Rosalind Avalle o' Lamont, Lady Ealora, and Lady Avery Come forward tae me"
Sir Aman-ud-Din Sayyid - At the mention of his name, the lofty Arab unfolded his arms and moved from his place and paced toward the front where Bess had summoned him. The robes of his country swirled about his legs as he walked, the ceremonial dagger tucked into the white sash around his ways under the abaya he wore. Aman-ud-Din bowed at the waist to Bess, dipping his chin reverently.
Adam Aberdeen - The Beast had gone forth to England. How strange, that a black man had a chance to do such, and how he did it! The Isthmus, to, Aberdeen, he gave a firm, steady nod. " A Lion is part o' the make of a Griffin's body, did ye know tha'?" Then to Aegraine, he looked to the small woman with impossible figures and calculations dancing in her head from a family legacy. "Sae too must we have firmament tae tand on, Le Power..."
Beathag Aberdeen - "Ah dun think m'advisor should need bow afore me, but Ah him. How many words have ye said tha' have pulled us back from darker things, n' wot words could ye e'er say, but use your own self, tae keep the English from these doors?" She curtsied before him, rare, for the woman seldom, if ever enacted in the motion, but elected feminine bow instead! She placed the box for the griffin medal into his hands. "pick you land 'fer a fittin' home, m'friend, though it is nay enough bah any means."
Sir Aman-ud-Din Sayyid - Advisor or not, Beathag was the Lady of the Gaelic Nations, and in retrospect, his Sovereign; more importantly, she was his friend, and that deserved a bow. When he straightened, he was surprised that she curtsied. Aman-ud-Din smiled all the same and bowed his head to her once again.Large hands reached out for box, but her next words made him freeze. Land? His own? His eyes widened a bit. His own land. ``It is more than enough, my Lady, for I am but your humble Advisor. Might I have time to...better decide the land you give to me?``
Beathag Aberdeen - "Only wherein the land be ye wish tae take feryself, ye are gettin' it wether ye like it or nay," She murmured using the stubborn nature for an act a little better than refusing the wisdom of a sage. His cheek was kissed, his shoulder gently clapped
Sir Aman-ud-Din Sayyid - Her mumur made him chuckle softly, and bow his head again. ``Then I shall graciously accept a most generous offer.`` He said, and tucking the box under his arm for a moment, palms pressed together as if in prayer, but he leaned forward somewhat in a curt bow. ``Shukran jazeelan, thank you, my Lady.`` Bess was certainly surprising Aman, for she even kissed his cheek along with that clap to the shoulder. The Arab blinks, and reach for her hand. Lifting it to his lips, he placed a light kiss to the back of her hand and released it. ``Anta lateef.[/i]``[/color]
Beathag Aberdeen - "Ye are a grand one, man." She canted her head in respect more as he kissed her hand
Beathag Aberdeen - (Bess & Ealora) Beathag bestowed her with medal, for she had lent her sword to battles. Her hands, to justice. "A woman is many things, n' such as us may nay be as tradtion say, in the way it may say, but such may be for the better......If yer sword lays still now, yer sails quiet remember ye gave it, n' your own body, to worthy causes." She gave her the coronet of a Lady, of her own merit, and not just of marriage.
Beathag Aberdeen - (Bess & Avery) Avery was given a medal of for her healing services and a griffin medal, for defending. "Ah think ye've a grand skill, your hands are capable, o' extraordinary things. Again..ne'er let wot ye were born as, dictate wot ye become." A smile and a clap were given for the woman as she moved away. "Now, m'lady Avalle, Come ye tae me..."
Lady Rosalind Avalle - Rosalind watched the others go forth and return with their honors, holding Aldric in her lap and occasionally explaining who the honorees were, until her own name was mentioned. It was lucky for her that sometime during the evening, Colban had arrived. She gave Aldric to his father and stood up, then approached the High Lord and Lady with just a little trepidation. But she curtsied formally once she reached them, and kept her head bowed until she was bid to rise.
Beathag Aberdeen - "Ah've told the women o' this land they are nay bound by tradition or dictate, but, one can nay help how new ways are made by those who keep tae the pinacle o' grace. Ah've a great admiration for ye, Lady Avalle." She gave her the tradtional coronet of ivy leaves she gave to women when they became of the court on merits, "Nay just a Lady of Inveryne, but one o' this court. Ah want ye tae find land, and make for yerself a fittin' home here. Yer clansmen have much tae thank ye for, as do we." The most valorous of Clan Lamonts men were knighted there after by the Lord and lady each.
Lady Rosalind Avalle - "I have only done what was necessary in the service of my lord and lady," she said, some would say rather stiffly, but those who knew Rosalind understood it was simply her way. She relied upon decorum and etiquette for those occasions in which a more personal response would cause her to fumble words and look a fool. She felt the coronet fall into place on her head and rose, smiling. "All the days of my life, I do honor what is to me and mine. Merci, madame. You are most gracious." Her men, of course, would now be insufferable with the titles, but this was more amusing than troublesome, and would no doubt provide fodder for future tales on whatever property she settled upon.
Adam Aberdeen - (Adam and Shaden) "Shaden Aramoire, come tae me n' receive yer honors." There now, was that not reason to cause a bit of stir? Some people honestly thought once that Shaden had become the Ducal Mistress! So often had she been seen close to Adam in odd places, whispering. The Duchess made no motion to cease it, instead was quite happy to welcome the unusual edition of a woman of such unusual beauty and talent to their circle! "Lady proper ye be now, though ye needn't me tae tell ye it, " He put the circlet on her head, "N' a medal, fer the services ye've rendered me, in Aberdeen n' beyond."
Adam Aberdeen - "Ah've seen he fair dae combat with the ugly with only a stockin' n' velvet shoe."
Adam Aberdeen - (Adam and Kaori) If Marcos would do to part with his wife, then the Lady Kaori de la Costa was called forward to receive honors beginning in a time when she was still just Hotaro among them. "Kaori de la Costa, o' yer own merit, ye are a lady o' this court, n' revered, take ye this medal, n' yer coronet. Sent ye into the belly of the beast I did." Perhaps there was a part of Adam that felt some part guilty for allowing the woman of pale skin and almond shape eyes to have crossed talent, if not her life, with William Maubrey, just as Shaden had given herself to the ravaging of Scotland's mad Bruce. What would they not do?
Beathag Aberdeen - (Beathag and Marcos) "Captain de la Costa, come forward tae me" The Spaniad stepped to the opposite sovereign of where his wife had been, and with finesse only he had been capable of kissed her hand. With a wry grin Beathag smiled and pinned to him the medal for maritime service, for his participation in sea faring campains during seasons of war and especially at Raasay sound. "Ye came tae deliver a message and ye stayed far, far longer...n with yer ship went tae sea fer the Griffin. Congratulations."
Adam Aberdeen - (Flynn + Irish) "Now, let us recall wot brings many nations taegether as one! Sons o' Ireland!" The Flynns and the Irish assembled, go forward. As the Irish came forward, he bid Kendrew stand near them, for he aided in the liberation, "E'ery captain and fighter o' Ireland, ye are freemen! Be given honor here and in yer land. Freedom fighters, and those Scotts who went tae their cousins, tae aid. It has been asked for, and should Sir flynn wish it, he may reside 'ere, and n' his homeland...as the lands Governor."
Captain Jack Flynn & Irish - The Irishman was quiet for a while, listening to it was being said. He was being made the Governor of Ireland? For several moments, he was quiet. Then he bowed to them, "I thank ye, royals, fer this high honor. An' I dae greatly accept it. I shall dae all I can ta be fair ta my countrymen, keith, an' kin. I shall dae sae in the name o' the Griffin Court."
Duke Adam Aberdeen - "Sae then Ireland is for the Irish again, Govenor."
Duchess Beathag Aberdeen - (Eirian + Meurig + Welsh) "Come forward, Sons n' Daughters of Wales"
Lady Eirian Apollius - To hear that never had much resonance with her until the moment when she had gone, bled, and had seen Wales as her father had, and had found on it unexpected kindred. Warriors of faith, and a people that were worth dying for. She went forward with them, and lowered herself
Sir Meurig - Meurig was replendant in the Cistercian white, his hat modestly covering his head. He was the oddest looking abbot many had seen -- for he was young, sturdy, and knew his steps with a sword. He went forward with Eirian, and inclined his head politely to the sovereigns. It was God's truth to say he had never in his wildest dreams imagined a day such as this would come. None of the seven sons of Llewelyn had ever dared
Duchess Beathag Aberdeen - "Sons n' daughters of Wales, ye are free, and ne'e rhas Wales had such freedom n' many years. Tis yer wish tha' th epeople of rules rule for the people, n' sae people in election by yerself shall speak on' yer word, and at times ye may give yer own. Tis done sae, on behalf o' the true lords n' lady of wales! Sae I call them this, e'er more Defenders o' the Faith for it is with their God n' hand they changed the face o' destiny, Ah've heard. The Holy-Warriors of Wales .." The warriors and even the priests were given knighthoods, the brothers Llewlyn, Meurig, and Eirian medals of Valor.
Lady Eirian Apollius - Defender of the faith? That would have had to come from a religious body, and she was humbled all the more that such was given to her.
Sir Meurig - Eh? Defender of what...oh. Well, now he had a title to match his brother's, though he'd only saved a country, whereas Gruffydd had saved the Pope. They would never outgrow competition, would they? He could change his name and marry a princess, but he would still be his baby brother. Despite those first thoughts, he was truly humbled by the honor.[/color]
Duchess Beathag Aberdeen - (Beathag and Kaelyn) "Come forward, Argania.." The people of Argania had long been allies, and so the men who followed Kaelyn were given their due as knights of Realm, and she was given black tipped feathers, as an Outrider, to do whatever was needed As Beathag pinned her, she grinned, and let their heads come gently together. "Sadness does nay become ye for'er, it passes, Ah promise ye, disolvin' mist intae mornin' sun. How yer family smiles on you." The Ranger let her arms slide around beathag, to which she did the same, letting them be framed in halos of golden hair.
Duchess Beathag Aberdeen - "Come forward, Avaria."
Lady Claramae St Laurence - The Anglo-Celt joined with Danae, her men, and the few others who elected to represent the better parts of an old alliance not fallen. Leaving Alexander's side to stand with countrymen recalled a time when she'd stood with the land of her birth in such a way. Vow was thicker than nationality. Ties of desire stronger than fealty by birth. One would need know Claramae to know how much those things, and this land, would mean to her. Balian, Merrick, were knighted.
Duchess Beathag Aberdeen - "Danae, Claramae, e'en Eirian...the men ye bring with ye represent a place tha' will one day rise again...ye are free now, here tae live as ye please. Welcome. Tae yer places, n' if the Lady Claramae will have it, Ah'd wish her intellect n' skill as the lady counselor in blue castle. She has kept alliances held taegether by meager threads, n' asked no questions when she came tae our service."
Lady Claramae St Laurence - "Should it please you, Mo'r Ouskelo" No other words need be said, though if Alexander looked? A smile's ghost held longer than usual, and made firm as she accepted such posistion. Be it in parliment or in matters across seas, it would be an honor.
Duchess Beathag Aberdeen - "Come forward, Clansmen o' Scotland.."
Clan MacLeod - Siol, Rufus and the other men all stepped forward, proud with their celebratory colors upon them. True Scottish men to the core, they wore kilts, showing scarred legs, hairy legs.
Clan Lamont - This time, Colban and Rosalind stood together, with Aldric between them. The men of Lamont who were also present stood, and formed rank behind their Lady.
Kendrew & Clan Cambells - Honor, beyond measure. He stood with the Clansmen and brought his wife with him, their niece and nephew, as he smiled up among the Campbells.
Clan Macgregor & Clan Robertson - Macgregor too came forward, and robertson, any who had fought with them for that matter. Adam took up his sword as she had done . "Sons of Alba.."
Duke Adam Aberdeen - "Sons' o'Skye.....O' the Hebrides, of the Northlands...ye are free!"
Duchess Beathag Aberdeen - "I give ye yer freedom n' our fealty, as ye have given you ours. We are the Grpyhons of Scotland."
Duke Adam Aberdeen - "Our lives, n' serivce to yours." As Adam lowered at the waist so did his wife, in the center of the gathered clans, rather symbolic considering Kings often commanded service, not extended it. But perhaps to further heal any last rifts left by the king in rancors, they bound them all together. "Those o' the mainland shall have place here, on this Isle, n' Ah'd like tae welcome the clans o' the west, Lamont n' Campbell tae the Isle. Make ye a sept house here, should it please ye, n' may it be one o' honor. This home, is yer home." Some of the clansmen from the mainland were homeless, and even those such as MacKinnon had suffered much when their old lord was unfaithful, but the new lady made them honorable again. "The Tanist, Kendrew Campbell, m'thinks make the black campbell of loch awe rather white again with his own honor."
Sir Kendrew Campbell - He hardly believed what he saw, and God if he lived to be one hundred he would never forget what was said. Holding the hand of his wife, he let the tears in his eyes find purchase on the top of his cheeks. It was good, to come home. The men of Dumfries had one. Roric slept in the earth of a good land. Kendrew? Why, he was an upstanding man who held no old rancors. "May I adopt m'brother's children.." He murmured, for of all he was given, he looked not on them as extensions of his family, but as his own. "May I call the lad n' lass m'son n' daughter, n' they call m'wife..mother, should it please 'em.."
Duchess Beathag Aberdeen - "Aye, Tanist, though ye ought know a Chieftain of a Sept house ye are tae be 'ere..n' Tanist to the main. " Kendrew gave his thank you as he lifted Roric the Younger into his arms, and the men of Campbell cheered![/font]
