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Scroll Text: Fleur for Beartrice de Winter


Cerian Cantwr            


This is a scroll about DEATH!!!
Doom and Gloom - they're optional.

A dangerous time were these middle ages.
And if it's about this you're dying to know -
Seek Beatrice de Winter, one of death's sages,
She surely can tell you of how they did go.

She's studied the reaper where it did arise.
A scholar of death, no matter its' guise.
Be it plague, war, or time - and the way that it flies,
She'll cite you statistics of every demise.

We now do commend such studious rigor,
To seek out the ways we do say farewell,
To contemplate mortis - and do so with vigor,
So say We, King Timothy and Queen Gabrielle.

And so of this lady who many admired
With her choir invisible we now do concur
To she who sheds light on those who've expired
To Beatrice de Winter, Our newest Fleur.


Done, with Arms by Grant, to wit Argent,
a chameleon statant contourny vert and on a chief
embattled sable three hangman's nooses argent,
this 22nd day of March, AS 48, in Our Barony of Rhydderich Hael.




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