Estrill the Gildenhair of WintersHame
Born July 14th 1135, in the rural setting of Petronilla, France, Estrilld is
the seventh child to Machillian Bleodsian (The first born son to an
English Lord, Hillian the Red ) and Izabette Mere- Affectueuse. At a
young age, she surrounded herself with like stationed women of the
petty noble caste and created the Petite Cour de Abeilles or the "Little
Court of Bee's"; a sorority that groomed and honed her studies of
chivalrous lore, courtly ethics and the arts of Troubadorian professes.
At the age of 16 she was inspired by Eleanor de Aquitaine, for her
courage, devotion and beauty; vowing herself upon the burial mound of
the Blessed Magdalene, to the service of others and the protection of
those of true heart.
After such dedication to the flourishing tributes of love in all it's forms,
she traveled with two of her elder siblings to the Hall of Winters Hame.
Hidden away in the steeps that bordered the forests from the shores,
she turned her study towards faith and the lore of mythology. In 1158,
she married an English Lord, Cody Anderson. While her beloved
husband travels in the Crusade to the Holy Lands, promising a better
life of comfort and titles through his endeavors. Estrilld's brother,
Methius Le Vaux, has sworn his sword and his House to her protection
as her Champion, and wears her colors upon the tourney field.
the seventh child to Machillian Bleodsian (The first born son to an
English Lord, Hillian the Red ) and Izabette Mere- Affectueuse. At a
young age, she surrounded herself with like stationed women of the
petty noble caste and created the Petite Cour de Abeilles or the "Little
Court of Bee's"; a sorority that groomed and honed her studies of
chivalrous lore, courtly ethics and the arts of Troubadorian professes.
At the age of 16 she was inspired by Eleanor de Aquitaine, for her
courage, devotion and beauty; vowing herself upon the burial mound of
the Blessed Magdalene, to the service of others and the protection of
those of true heart.
After such dedication to the flourishing tributes of love in all it's forms,
she traveled with two of her elder siblings to the Hall of Winters Hame.
Hidden away in the steeps that bordered the forests from the shores,
she turned her study towards faith and the lore of mythology. In 1158,
she married an English Lord, Cody Anderson. While her beloved
husband travels in the Crusade to the Holy Lands, promising a better
life of comfort and titles through his endeavors. Estrilld's brother,
Methius Le Vaux, has sworn his sword and his House to her protection
as her Champion, and wears her colors upon the tourney field.
From Yon
Estrill- Aside from all ways horking
down a Braut or two and chugging a
pint every time i see her, what can i
say, She's all ways out going, care free
and ready to find some fun and
"mischief" if that's what you really call it
haha, even when hard at work helping
out around camp, or lugging water to
the fighters, her light hearted happy go
lucky attitude is all ways contagious
and brings a smile to those around. :)
... but that's if you can get past the
smell.
Estrill- Aside from all ways horking
down a Braut or two and chugging a
pint every time i see her, what can i
say, She's all ways out going, care free
and ready to find some fun and
"mischief" if that's what you really call it
haha, even when hard at work helping
out around camp, or lugging water to
the fighters, her light hearted happy go
lucky attitude is all ways contagious
and brings a smile to those around. :)
... but that's if you can get past the
smell.
What greater gift of myself may I give? That in
which the light of my eyes have seen the horror
and wickedness of this world, and yet in such
fragile moments have I found compassion
amungst the bloodstained, the broken, the
beaten, by weather and storm. I would bleed
beside you, stuck in that same rib, with the light
of the world fading before ever I would profess
dis-honesty or false-friendship. Let me then,
take comfort in your proud side. Find strength in
your silence. Let me show you now, the greater
glory of my self in self-lessness. For there is no
greater act of love then to give all that I may
give and ask for nothing in return."
Written by:
La Madame des roses,
contesse de tient le premier rôle, époux de
chevalerie, lumière sainte bénie~*
which the light of my eyes have seen the horror
and wickedness of this world, and yet in such
fragile moments have I found compassion
amungst the bloodstained, the broken, the
beaten, by weather and storm. I would bleed
beside you, stuck in that same rib, with the light
of the world fading before ever I would profess
dis-honesty or false-friendship. Let me then,
take comfort in your proud side. Find strength in
your silence. Let me show you now, the greater
glory of my self in self-lessness. For there is no
greater act of love then to give all that I may
give and ask for nothing in return."
Written by:
La Madame des roses,
contesse de tient le premier rôle, époux de
chevalerie, lumière sainte bénie~*
From Methius
I have had the privilege of watching
many pilgrims (new comers) come
down the path though the lands of
Caid. It is my honor to know this one as
well. No longer a pilgrim in my eyes,
she is my sister. I feel compelled to
speak of the help she has given my
brothers and I. Trielle is always within
the service of the brothers of the
cross. She is vigilant within our camp,
helping in the kitchen and around the
campsite. She is our protector on the
field as well, collecting our gear that is
fallen and giving us water and food
when we are tired. Better yet is the
inspiration in her words. When I am
tired and I think I can not go any
longer, her smile and encouragement
has been enough for me to find solid
ground and return to the fight. I am
glad to be fighting for her as her
Champion.
I have had the privilege of watching
many pilgrims (new comers) come
down the path though the lands of
Caid. It is my honor to know this one as
well. No longer a pilgrim in my eyes,
she is my sister. I feel compelled to
speak of the help she has given my
brothers and I. Trielle is always within
the service of the brothers of the
cross. She is vigilant within our camp,
helping in the kitchen and around the
campsite. She is our protector on the
field as well, collecting our gear that is
fallen and giving us water and food
when we are tired. Better yet is the
inspiration in her words. When I am
tired and I think I can not go any
longer, her smile and encouragement
has been enough for me to find solid
ground and return to the fight. I am
glad to be fighting for her as her
Champion.
