Scroll of Honor

Dedicated to the memory of those members of the populace of Dragon's Laire who have gone ahead into the great unknown. Scroll down or click motif beside name to view additional information.

Also known in our Society as Genevieve de Bohun, Isolde had been active in Wealdsmere before she moved to Dragons' Laire and more recently in the Barony of Blatha an Oir. Her travels around the known world also included a sojourn in Oertha. While in Dragons' Laire she served as co-autocrat of the second Dragonfest, (This event has evolved into our Last Chance Tourney.) She actively supported many activities in the branch from behind the scenes and was well known for her talents in costuming, fiber arts, cordial and mead making as well as the scribal arts. She actively worked as a scribe into her final days. Her beautiful handiwork graces many scrolls, including several left unfinished which have been turned over to the An Tir Scribes for completion.

Her many contributions were recognized over the years with an Award of Arms AS XXII (1987) The Goutte de Sang AS XXV (1991) and the Jambe de Lion AS XXXVII (2002)

Isolde the Nimble-Fingered/Genevieve de Bohun, passed suddenly Thursday morning from the effects of Pancreatic cancer. If you knew her, {raise} a glass, a bottle of something if you wish, a fond memory, and we will share and remember. She stated that she didn't want a bunch of sad folks crying in theirs, or their friends, drinks. (I don't think she'll grump too much if some tears are shed., however) She was a proud, fiercely-independent woman, and a wonderful
scribe, costumer, and so many other things. ...
Ian

Morag Nic-Lyon was a member of the order of the Wyvern (inducted June Faire AS XXXV 2000 ) and in past years served the Barony as Gold Key (Jan., '98 - Feb. '00) and Minister of Children (Pages: May '01 - Oct. '01) She was not able to participate much recently because of health issues. She will be greatly missed.

Greetings All,

   I was thinking of Morag today and as usual in times such as these wished that I had found her sooner to speak of these things to her personally. I will remember her fondly. She was a genuinely nice person and people of that nature should be remembered, as often as possible.

   I remember her best from when I worked for her during the Yule Feast that she auto-crated. I was her gate person. The thing that struck me the most about her was her serene confidence in herself and those people about her. She asked the advice of a lot of people and then implemented all that she thought was good. Those people who received tasks from her or volunteered to do tasks for her, she trusted completely and this trust was something that seemed to motivate people into doing there best for her. If given the chance, the health and the energy I think that we would all have been amazed at what she could have accomplished.

   For her Yule Feast she spent many, many hours at hard and delicate labor manufacturing beaded site tokens. Some might not think much of them at first glance, but on closer look I was rather surprised at the work that had to go into making each one of them. It was just one more indication at the care she put into the details and her willingness to go the extra distance to create something that brought joy to those who received it. I think that those tokens spoke volumes about her. Small but intricate. Something that on the surface may look simple, but something that required a great of hard work and patience to accomplish.

   I shall never forget her passion to be an artist. She loved to talk about what she wanted to paint next and all the new things she wanted to try out. Her passion reflected itself into even her heraldry, Argent on an artist's palette board, a lion rampant.

   I wish I was more skillful with a beautiful eulogy, but I thought it at least important to make the attempt. May Morag be remembered with joy.

   Arontius.

We write to share in the quality memories of a Lady we truly liked! Morag / Sally. Between Louise and Morag, How could we fail! They would not have allowed it! Morag's snappy eyes that enjoyed and relished a good chat. From clothing to cloven fruit she held little back, from cast iron cooking to cast iron wills! Morag gave us good advice and colorful opinions, praise and encouragement. We met her at our first Last Chance and with wagging brows she pointed and identified who was who, what was what and that were going to blend in famously. We are please to have known her! And feel very............ blended!!!
Thorfinn and Khulan

Although William had not participated in the SCA for some years at the time of his death, he had been a prime mover in the early days of the Shire of Dragons' Laire. He was a skilled archer and served as Chief Archer From 1988 to February of 1991. During this time he often opened his home for archery practice and taught fletching. He was instrumental in bringing theatrical entertainments to the Shire including a performance of Taming of the Shrew at Yule 1989. He received his award of Arms at September Crown AS XXV (1990) He was rewarded for his service to Dragons Laire by being inducted into the Order of the Wyvern at June Faire AS XXVII (1992) He will be fondly remembered by many.

The Most Honorable Lady Louise de Lauzon moved onto the great beyond this day, June 25th AS XXXVII. Her ready smile, joyful laugh and a helping hand offered to all will be greatly missed. She first officially served this branch as List mistress for three and a half years starting in AS XXIX (1994), filling the office of Seneschal from Sept, AS XXXII (1997) to March AS XXXIV (2000) and acting as Thingmaker's Guildhead during the same period. Most recently she took on the office of Exchequer in March of this year. (

At Right: Louise's device Blazon: Gules, three natural dolphins naiant embowed in annulo argent.)

Her commitment to service was first publicly recognized at Junefaire AS XXXI (1996) when she received her Award of Arms. She was admitted to the order of the Wyvern at Junefaire in AS XXXIII (1998) and honored again with the Snapdragon in June AS XXXIV (1999). She finally received the Goutte de Sang in May AS XXXVI (2001). (at left HL Louise enjoys a stroll down merchant row at JuneFaire 2001)

It is with Heavy Heart that the Barony of Dragons' Laire mourns her loss and extends its most heartfelt condolences to her lord, Iain Alisdair MacKenzie and the rest of her family.

My Lords and Ladies, denizens of Dragon's Laire and the Kingdom of An Tir. With a heavy heart, and tears in my eyes I pass to you the sad news of the passing of one of our most beloved friends here in DL: Lady Louise de Lauzon passed away this morn. I will let others with steadier hands give more details. Let it be sufficient to say, for now, that my heart is beating fast and the tears have not stopped for the last few hours. She has been a friend and supported me thru some hard times. She has welcomed many newcomers and helped them along on the road to being better informed and behaved citizens of An Tir and Dragon's Laire. She has worked uncounted and unsung hours at Lists, gate, waterbearing, and as our Exchequer. She always had a kind word of encouragement for all, always buffered with some wry comment and great humor. I will miss her kindness, her inspiration and her barbs! Tonight, I shall drink up to her, and send thoughts and prayers to guide wherever she may be going. To Iain, my love, hugs and sympathy. As many others will assuredly offer, I am at disposal for anything needed. Dragon's Laire mourns today. Ceinan of Dragon's Laire	She will be missed. H.L. Louise was one of the people that helped Khulan and I get started just 2+ years ago. It was the connection between Ian and myself at work that got me started in Archery. He introduced me to this wonderful person at his home when I went there to see if I could even shoot from a wheelchair. She grabbed Khulan, then just Kim, and made her feel welcome like family. She made me my first piece of garb, a renaissance shirt. Then a beautiful wool hood out of an old navy blanket that I gave her. Yes, she will be missed. YIS Thorfinn
	I didn't know the Lady Louise for as long as some here, nor as well as others, but these words come from my heart also. If there is anything I can do to assist, either her family or our Baronial Family, please, just ask me. (with flowing tears, I remain) YIS RagnhildR Torvinn
HL Louise and HL Ian ... took us under wing when we didn't know anyone here. They made us part of their family.... and Louise introduced me to the wonderful world of JoAnn fabrics... sewed me up some garb and helped me when I was in tears... thinking I had ruined the hand sewn wool tunic for m'Lord. She giggled and pointed out all I needed was a steam iron .... she steamed it out and made it all better. I will miss her humor and insightful wit .... her caring and gentleness ....so very much. I will also miss seeing her walking toward me in her wide array of straw hats .... I particularly thought the purple one suited her best. She was fighting the wind to keep her hat on at Honey War last weekend ... and miraculously kept winning. :) Her love still warms my heart and always will ! Eileen	(These excerpts were delivered in persona from the steppes) "The evening is warm to the point of being almost hot. A man with a black hat, sporting a new black feather, one whom has visited the tavern many times in the past. ... his visage is clouded as if he has some sad news that he need share. ... He walks up to the bar, and talks quietly to the bar keeper who points to the table near the scroll. The man Jean Luc de Brest, a lord by King Brendan, and Queen Arianna, and master of the Swiftwing, walks over to Aaron of Black Mountain and converses quietly with him. At which point Aaron nods and takes out quill and parchment and awaits the rest of the news. Jean Luc walks back to the bar. Puts a pouch of coin on the bar, and says in his masters voice, My Lords and Ladies pray thee attend. I have an announcement to make. But first I will buy this round. As the serving wenches make their round Jean Luc watches as the silence gathers about him. He stands up straight, and says: Today the Barony of Dragon's Laire, has lost one of its lights. The light has been taken from us and sent ahead. This morning at about 7, HL Louise de Lauzon has passed from this life unto the next. She has served the Barony of Dragon's Laire, and An Tir in many ways. The Baronial Seneschal, Exchequer, Mistress of Lists, water bearer, and all around if something needed doing she did it. She always welcomed a newcomer with a smile and a kind word. She had taken many under her wing to watch them grow and fly on their own. Yet she asked nothing in return. Jean Luc raises his mug, with a tears in his eyes. My Lords and Ladies to HL Louise de Lauzon, she has gone ahead to light our path to the next life as she had done in this. May her memory live on in our own deeds. Jean Luc drinks down his cup of mead, turns so no-one can see him sob, but you can tell by the shacking of his shoulders. He soon gets control of his emotions. Straightens up [and] ... leaves the tavern..." Yours in Humbly and Sad Service, Lord Jean Luc de Brest
In yesterday's mail came a fat yellow envelope. The printed return address sticker bearing Louise's mundane name and address. Inside was a collection of photos taken at a Junefaire up at Frank Raab Park perhaps 10 years ago with a short note offering them for the website. I was not expecting anything from the Most Honorable Lady Louise. She may have mentioned in passing that she had some pictures, as have many others, but I do not recall, yet here they are, simply and practically offered to use as I see fit. Such was the nature of her service to all of us, simple, quiet, practical and without thought of herself. Rycheza
When I left behind the SCA some time ago, I also left behind those whom I considered teachers, mentors, and friends. Today, I found out that one of those people had passed from this world to the one beyond. HL Louise was one of those people. Many times, she offered advice and assistance while I was Constable, and also as I was going through Sarjent's Trials. Her wisdom was from years of unwavering service to the Shire, the Barony, and to the Kingdom. Her advice was sage. My heartfelt sympathy goes out to HL Iain, their family, and to the populace of the Barony of Dragon's Laire for their loss. She was fine lady, and will be truly missed by all who knew her. Tonight, I shall raise a glass in her memory. HL Eoin Piers
I will always remember her wry smile and her welcoming of anyone to sit by her and share her company. She was one of the friendliest people I knew in the SCA and I will miss her deeply. Bethel Allen

Duncan MacLachlan, also known as Black Duncan, twice served as an officer of this Barony. Shortly after our elevation he became our waterbearer and served in that position from August AS XXX (1995) to March AS XXXI (1997). In August of that year, he stepped up to fulfill the office of Pages which he held for two years until August AS XXXIV (1999). At Last Chance Tourney AS XXXV (2000) his continued contributions of service to this Barony was recognized with induction into the Order of the Wyvern. A few months before his death he moved to the Shire of Pendale, mundanely located in the state of Idaho. He is greatly missed by his lady pictured here with him at September Crown 2001

Serena came to us from the south. Shortly after she arrived she took on the mantle of Chirurgeon, a position she filled ably from Jan. AS XXVI (1992) - Sept. AS XXIX (1994). The many demands of modern life kept her from holding office again, but she was always ready to lend a hand and often continued to serve as chirurgeon at events as well as taking on other duties small and large. She shared feast-o-crat duties for Last Chance Tourney, AS XXVI (1991) and auto-crated the same event in AS XXVIII (1993). She was a member of the crew of the Enchanted Hawk and was active in many household projects including auto-crating Junefaire and September Crown. Her Award of Arms was bestowed in May AS XXIX (1994) and the Goutte de Sang in Feb. AS XXXIII (1999). She was inducted into the Order of the Wyvern at Junefaire AS XXXV (2000). The moving tribute below recalls the special place she held in the hearts of many.

As I prepare to unpack from the event I am drawn to a small book with gold and green decoration and a simple gold tassel. The book, the one procured for His Grace Duke Jade, so that he and the fighters he faced Sunday on that field of such great honor, could inscribe their words of honor to a very special lady.

I am minded to share the words here, for those who missed the Invocation of the Lists or who perhaps may have missed the event.

By way of setting the story let me offer this first - with sad heart I searched for a way to honor a lady who had touched the lives of so many people and who was not long for this mortal coil. Having asked Their Majesty's counsel on a suitable way to honor her They suggested His Grace, as he was fighting the By's for the tournament. I approached him in his camp after dark to beg this boon.

Without second thought he asked where she was, how far away she was, and if he could see her. We traveled the short distance to the hospital where her family and friends were gathering. I shall never forget this incredibly noble man as he approached her bedside, took her hand in his and swore to swing his blade in her name upon An Tir's Honor's field the next day. He made promise to her to fight 100 fights in her honor. And while the lady could not respond to him or his words I knew in my heart that she could hear him.

We returned to the site, a quiet drive, where he apologized for being so quiet. I didn't know how to respond, still being struck by the noble virtue of this man. He explained that he was looking within himself, being "thankful" for this opportunity of reminder about what it was to be a Knight. I didn't know what to say.

Serena passed in the early morning hours. When His Grace came to my camp to collect the book and a favor to wear upon the field I shared the news with him. He steeled himself to the task at hand.

It will be a long time before any of us gathered up the field forget the emotion or spirit that swept through those gathered as he read these words:

I watched throughout the course of the day as His Grace fought each of his fights for the lady he'd only once met, each time offering silent gesture to the sky before his blade sang its song. In the evening we met again, to turn over the book (which shall be given to the lady's family).

I will long remember his joy in reporting that he'd not fought 100 fights that day but instead nearly 120.

I knew Serena as friend, as a member of my House (the Great Fire Goddess) and as a member of the September Crown autocrat team (she was instrumental in the making of the site tokens.) Her loss will be hard felt but her spirit will live forever in the memory of this most incredible gesture by a very valorous man.

A final note I add, an observation made by my lord husband as we prepared for the tasks at hand Sunday morning; "How much the irony that there could be no fires at the event where our fire-goddess could not be."

Evan or as he was more commonly known "The Colonel" departed this world on Sept 18th, 1996 after many years of service to the known world. His earliest involvement with the dream predate the formation of both the Kingdom and the Shire of Dragons Laire of which he was a founding member. Over his SCA career he was heavily involved in the operation and creation of several ceremonial guard units in service to the Crown or local Baronial heads, including McFlandry's Guard, Graham's Grays of Montrose and finally the Sable Scallops of Montrose, Second Regiment. (This unit was being organized at the time of his death and named themselves in his honor.) These units also participated in many parades and other celebrations in the modern community, highlighted by the involvement of the MacFlandry

Guard with the visit of Queen Elizabeth II to Seattle. (At left twilight procession of Graham's Grays at 3YC, At Right-on guard at a chilly early morning court at Alpine Pass War in either 1985 or 1986.)

He received his Award of Arms in June AS XV (1980) and the Goutte de Sang in May AS XVII (1982). At Twelfth Night AS XX (1986), he was elevated to the Order of the Pelican. The Barony of Madrone honored him with the Green Leaf in AS XIX(1985) and the Red Branch in AS XXI (1986). Twice he was honored with the Forget-Me-Not, first at Twelfth Night AS XVIII (1984) and again at July Coronation AS XXI (1986).

Wilhelm came to us, as many in this Barony do, courtesy of his Uncle Samuel. His stay was brief and mundane concerns often kept him from participating fully.