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Baron Beorn of the Northern Sea is a simple friendly every day fighting bard of indeterminate mass.
Baron Beorn of the Northern Sea, OL, is a simple friendly everyday fighting bard of indeterminate mass.  He was invited to join the Order of the Laurel at Caid's Spring Crown Tourney, A.S. LI (51) by TRM [[Conrad III and A'isha II]].  He was elevated to the Laurel by [[Ozmund and Marisa]] at [[Festival of the Rose]], 2016.


== Persona History ==
== Persona History ==
Baron Beorn of the Northern Sea, known at various times as Giuseppe Lorenzo Domenico Angelo de Medici, Brother Johannes, Marcus Commodus Maximus, and Ito Nobunaga was born in 1270 of the common reckoning.  His mother, a dark impish maiden with a golden voice, had fallen for a Norse adventurer and their forbidden tryst led to fleeing the Kingdom of Dublin.  Traveling the North Sea in summer, as her birthing time approached, they landed at the Shetland monastery on Lerwick.  She was both very close to her time, and very ill.  Beorn's father said he would go to fetch help from his family in Norway.
Baron Beorn of the Northern Sea, known at various times as Giuseppe Lorenzo Domenico Angelo de Medici, Brother Johannes, Marcus Veridius Commodus Maximus, and Ito Nobunaga was born in 1270 of the common reckoning.  His mother, a dark impish maiden with a golden voice, had fallen for a Norse adventurer and their forbidden tryst led to fleeing the Kingdom of Dublin.  Traveling the North Sea in summer, as her birthing time approached, they landed at the Shetland monastery on Lunnasting (though some say Lerwick).  She was both very close to her time, and very ill.  Beorn's father said he would go to fetch help from his family in Norway.
   
   
He never returned...
He never returned...
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After settling in Meridies, Beorn, now a bard of some renown, apprenticed to the great Mistress Vashti.  In his heady moments he then eloped with a minor lady from the Danish Kingdoms (apparently against the wishes of everyone, family and friend) and fled to Caid.  Immediately after having a daughter, he was kidnapped by a merchant raider bound for the Orient.  It was there Beorn's great size and strength was again put to the test, as he was sold to a wrestler's stable and he fought for the entertainment of the crowds for seven years, before escaping and making the long trek back to Caid.
After settling in Meridies, Beorn, now a bard of some renown, apprenticed to the great Mistress Vashti.  In his heady moments he then eloped with a minor lady from the Danish Kingdoms (apparently against the wishes of everyone, family and friend) and fled to Caid.  Immediately after having a daughter, he was kidnapped by a merchant raider bound for the Orient.  It was there Beorn's great size and strength was again put to the test, as he was sold to a wrestler's stable and he fought for the entertainment of the crowds for seven years, before escaping and making the long trek back to Caid.


Upon his return, he had been given up for dead, his lady remarried, and all his lands were seized in oath-price for the illegal elopement.  He was battered, scarred, and unlanded...  But, he was not broken.  He seeks to reclaim his lands, his honor, and serve the kingdom as best he may.
Upon his return, he had been given up for dead, his lady remarried, and all his lands were seized in oath-price for the illegal elopement.  He was battered, scarred, and unlanded...  But, he was not broken.  He seeks to reclaim his lands, his honor, and serve the kingdom as best he may. To those ends, he was made a Peer of the Realm for his teaching, cooking, and performance.
 
Currently, Beorn is once again enjoying his time on the heavy and rapier fields, and, most happily became engaged to THL [[Avicia de Na Baiona]].


== Offices & Positions ==
== Offices & Positions ==
*A&S Officer, Shire of Hammerhold, Meridies (now Gleann Abhann) 1990-1991
*A&S Officer, Shire of Hammerhold, Meridies (now Gleann Abhann) 1990-1991
*Ollamph Bard and Lorekeeper, College of Bards, Meridies, 1992 to present (Emeritus status)
*Ollamph Bard and Lorekeeper, College of Bards, Meridies, 1992 to present (Emeritus status)
*26th Bard of Meridies
*10th and 13th Poet Laureate of Meridies
*Member, Queen's Guard, Stephen III and Jacqueline III, Meridies, 1995-1996
*Member, Queen's Guard, Stephen III and Jacqueline III, Meridies, 1995-1996
*Member, Queen's Guard, Gareth II and Rhiannon, Meridies, 1996-1997
*Member, Queen's Guard, Gareth II and Rhiannon, Meridies, 1996-1997
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*Member, Queen's Guard, [[Sven and Kolfinna]]
*Member, Queen's Guard, [[Sven and Kolfinna]]
*Member, Queen's Guard, [[Edric IV and Faizah]]
*Member, Queen's Guard, [[Edric IV and Faizah]]
*Premier Bard of Gyldenholt, [[Gyldenholt Anniversary]] 2014
*Bard of Gyldenholt, [[Gyldenholt Anniversary]] 2014-2018
*Member, Queen's Court, [[Mansur II and Eilidh II]]
*Member, Queen's Court, [[Mansur II and Eilidh II]]
*Advisor, Royal Court, [[Agrippa II and Bridget II]]
*Golden Rose herald, [[Alexander and Tahira]]
*Drop dead Golden Rose herald [[Valrik and Drada]]
*Deputy Kingdom of Caid [[Chronicler]], 2021 to 2023
*Advisor, Royal Court, [[Optimus and Issa]]
*[[Chronicler]], Kingdom of Caid, 2023 to present
*Advisor, Royal Court, [[Sven V and Iseabail]]


==Event Staff==
==Event Staff==
*Feast Steward, Kingdom A&S, Meridies, 1998
*Breakfast Steward, Kingdom A&S, Meridies, 1998
*Autocrat: [[Gallavally Anniversary 2000]]
*Autocrat: [[Gallavally Anniversary 2000]]
*Hall Steward: [[Coronation Summer 2000]]
*Autocrat: [[Gallavally Anniversary 2001]]
*Autocrat: [[Gallavally Anniversary 2001]]
*Feast Steward: [[Dreiburgen Yule 2001]]
*Feast Steward: [[Dreiburgen Yule 2001]]
*Rapier Marshal: [[Gallavally Anniversary 2002]]
*Feast Steward: [[Summer Coronation 2017]]
*Dessert Steward: [[Winter Coronation/12th Night 2024]]


==Associations==
==Associations==
*Apprentice to Her Excellency Mistress Sarita Vashti Al Coya, Gleann Abhann
*Consort to [[Avicia de Na Baiona]]
*Head of the SCA Household Biarnarstaðir
*Former Senior Apprentice to Her Excellency Mistress Sarita Vashti Al Coya, Gleann Abhann
*Squire to His Grace Duke John the Bearkiller, OP, Gleann Abhann
*Squire to His Grace Duke John the Bearkiller, OP, Gleann Abhann
*A Pawn in Clan Gambit, Glean Abhann
*A Full Member of Clan Gambit, Glean Abhann
*Member of Inter-Kingdom Brewing Guild, "The Knaves of Grain"
*Member of Inter-Kingdom Brewing Guild, "The Knaves of Grain"
*Scholar of Fence, Caid Rapier Open Tournament, [[Darach]] 1998
*Free Scholar of Fence, Caid Rapier Open Tournament, [[Darach]] 1998
*Member of [[Fifth Brigade]]
*Member of the Caidan [[Circle of Bards]]
*Member of [[Upper Crust]]
*Member of the Caidan [[College of Heralds]] (Macer Extraordinaire) 2000
*A Founding Member of [[The Island of Rhodes]]
*A Founding Member of [[The Island of Rhodes]]
*Former member of [[Fifth Brigade]]
*Contributor to the Caidan [[Crown Poems]] publication
*Member of the [[Upper Crust]]
*Member of the Caidan [[College of Heralds]] (Pursuivant Extraordinaire) 2022


==Classes Taught==
==Classes Taught==
*How to Write an Award Letter Recommendation, several times from 1993 to present
*How to Write an Award Letter Recommendation, several times from 1991 to present
*Fleshing Out Your Persona (or- "How to stop being 'Jack the Samurai'!"), several times from 1993 to 2021
*How to Transcribe Gregorian Chant, 1994, 1996
*How to Transcribe Gregorian Chant, 1994, 1996
*A Brief History of Music of the Middle Ages, 1995, 1997
*A Brief History of Music of the Middle Ages, 1995, 1997
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*Vocal Master Class, [[Collegium Caidis Fall 2001]], [[College of Fenwood Knoll]]
*Vocal Master Class, [[Collegium Caidis Fall 2001]], [[College of Fenwood Knoll]]
*Co-Instructor with Duke [[Dietrich von Vogelsang]], "A Short History of The Minnesingers", [[Collegium Caidis Fall 2006]], [[Dreiburgen]]
*Co-Instructor with Duke [[Dietrich von Vogelsang]], "A Short History of The Minnesingers", [[Collegium Caidis Fall 2006]], [[Dreiburgen]]
*Vocal Technique for the Herald, [[Collegium Caidis Spring 2015]], [[Lyondemere]]
*Vocal Performance: The Theory and The Practical, [[Collegium Caidis Spring 2015]], [[Lyondemere]]
*Poetry Composition [[Bardic Collegium 2016]], [[Isles]]
*Vocal Performance Practice [[Collegium Caidis 2016]], [[Gyldenholt]]
*Musical Notation Through the Ages [[Collegium Caidis 2017]], [[Gyldenholt]]
*Knowing Your Audience and Yourself [[Collegium Caidis 2017]], [[Gyldenholt]]
*Bardic Performance Coaching [[Collegium Caidis 2020]] Collegium Caidis in Aethera: Virtual Collegium 2020
*Large and In Charge: [[Collegium Caidis 2020]] Collegium Caidis in Aethera: Virtual Collegium 2020
*Crown List Poems in Theory and Practice [[Collegium Caidis 2022]], [[Gyldenholt]]
*How to Write Combat Poetry [[Collegium Caidis 2023]], [[Gyldenholt]]
*Working on your "off hand" [[Collegium Caidis 2024]], [[Angels]]


==Assorted Poems==
==Assorted Poems==
Crown Poem for [[Agrippa Morris]]
The Crown List poem for [[Ozmund Rus]]
 
'''"Surrounded by Greatness" the Song of Agrippa'''
 
''"As one of war, to stand still is to court death.
''Yet to wage peace, one must be still."''
 
 
The mighty ship's bow cuts through sheets of grey water


Just like a new blade hews through curtains of steel
The Saga of Ozmund (as told to [[Sofia Biarnardottir]] by Beorn of the Northern Sea)


Caid sends a call in the search for a Sovereign
Hearken you now to the Saga of Ozmund!


The greatest shall travel to endure the ordeal.
Sailor of Desert Seas, Tamer of Smoke,


Husband to Marisa, exotic fair maiden,


Agrippa the warrior stands at the forecastle
First to befriend, and the last to provoke.
Long had the lands of Starkhafn known Kingship.


While Bridget the warrior stands by his side
Brother and Liege Lord had both held the Crown.


Sailing towards the most daunting adventure
Ozmund took his lady's hands and gave her a promise:


Arriving with quickness upon Neptune's tide.
He would enrobe her in a Caidan Queen's gown.


Bright was the dawn of the Spring Crown's beginning,


"Strike true and show mettle," the baroness whispered
Bright was the smile of Marisa his dear,


Agrippa then nodded and strode to the field
Bright were the eyes of the Knight known as Ozmund,


Sir Helgi was waiting and drew down in earnest
His heart burned with passion; his pathway was clear.


Agrippa moved forward; the raven did yield.
Ozmund was chosen by Jethro from Linthal


A fighter for hire, a squire; his foe.


The Saracen Mountain, Count Mansur, stood ready
Ozmund dispatched him with terrible fury,


Once more did Agrippa move to the next round
The journey had started, still so long to go.


Athanaric's most knightly presence blockaded
His next fighter could not arise to the challenge,


For naught as Agrippa still held to his ground.
So Oz stepped ahead to Adam, brother Knight.


The oak shook and wept with its silver leaves falling.


One more foeman vanquished, still more left to fight!


His Honor, good Oz of the Rus braced for contest
And now in the eric his brother Athanaric,


Agrippa continued unfettered by loss
A most worthy fighter who'd once held the Throne.


Sir Thorin, though bathed in the pure Persian sunlight
He looked at his ladywife, filled with dread purpose,


Kneeled down with respect to the Saint Brigid's Cross.
Though entering as brothers, Oz left it alone.


The warriors were falling, the few left were mighty.


Sir Ozmund faced Halldórr, himself a Knight too.


A calm in the battle, a respite of sorts
The Northmen they circled and sought an advantage,


Allowed our Agrippa to marshal his nerve
Sir Ozmund found one first and ran his foe through.


Wise Bridget was ready to defend should he need her
Just four now remained, three Knights and a Squire


Such prowess is comforting when in reserve.
But 'twas only one of them before had to rule,


As Ozmund defeated his brother Sir Niccolo


And thus came the battle to Crown Caid's Sovereign
Sven slew young Liam, setting up the last duel.


Sir Kjartan was ready, Agrippa as well
Duke Sven with dear Ismay had entered unblooded,


The contest was mighty, the fighting was noble
Sir Ozmund was also unblemished by loss.


Agrippa remained as the great lion fell.
On seeing each other, respectful, they nodded,


Then grimly they set out as the field they did cross.


Then Bridget said, "please turn and look there behind you,
The two fought like lions, first one, then the other


These fallen, the vanquished, those seeking the Crown
Had fallen in combat to their foe's glorious deeds


These nobles, these warriors; no longer your foemen
One match then remained to determine a Champion


As they lift you up, you must not let them down."
One sword stroke, one vanquished...  Hail Oz!  Al-Caid!


The Prince had been chosen! All rallied around him,


Agrippa could see, with the eyes of a hunter
Ozmund saw nought but his lady and kneeled at her feet


The battle to rule is preparing to fight
And weeping with love for his Princess he wreathed her


And now the true contest lays gleaming about you
His journey now ended, his promise complete!


To serve as The King of the Blue and the White!
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'''A Poem in Honor of Don [[Alexander Kallidokos]],OP'''
'''A Poem in Honor of Don [[Alexander Kallidokos]],OP'''
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Though slightly built, to me, he’s ten feet tall!
Though slightly built, to me, he’s ten feet tall!
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'''THLord [[Mikhail of the Kuma]]’s Dirge, 2011'''
O, listen all and hear this tale of woe!
For as he did, so shall we also go.
Since as the mountains sink into the sea
So do most men meet Death on bended knee.
And as the sky turns rosy, azure, black
The loam will be a pillow to your back.
All fighters travel to the Feasting Hall
The Norns have spun the time when you shall fall.
The Kuma sought the Kingdom of Caid
With Bridget, both do know the warrior’s creed
Their sights upon the Crescent Crowns to wear
‘Pon granite brow and lovely golden hair.
They’ve fought for Blue and White before
And wish to add their names forever more.
A wicked blade that thunders with each stroke,
As eloquent as words the bards bespoke.
Sir Halfdan first to face His Lordship’s might
Bear and Dragon locked in a mortal fight.
Great Kuma often stands the best and last,
Yet ‘twas Halfdan standing as they passed.
But Kuma’s wish to earn Caid’s Thrones
Burned down the center of his bones.
He faced Sir Valrik, another Dragon Knight.
Valrik prevailed, and Kuma lost the fight.
Some leave the barest traces of their life,
No glory, weeping, laughter, toil or strife.
These men are little known outside their time,
And rarely are their deeds set down in rhyme.
Just cobweb threads of silk within the mind.
Not so with Kuma, he was not resigned
To be forgotten; cruelest fate for men.
His Word Fame proves that he shall rise again!
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'''Laertes, Laertes, why are you so green?'''


''In the style of Dr. Suess''
==Poems==
 
<gallery perrow=5 heights=150px widths=150px>
For Baron [[Laertes McBride]]
Image: Poem Beorn of the Northern Sea In Memoriam Jark Sir Rorik Sverdmaor.jpg|Published in the Crown Prints, July  2011
Image:Lorissa double acrostic.pdf|Double Acrostic Poem For Her Majesty Lorissa at Her Festival of the Rose, July 2023
There is known, in a place Called Altavia fair
</gallery>
A long slender man With a fine regal air.
 
He is cheerful and nice He is pleasant and fun
There is no one quite like him Well, I’ve not met one.
 
He’s quick as a wink He’s slicker than slick
When he stands very still He looks just like a stick.
 
A green stick to be certain A green stick to be sure
A stick that’s so stick like And a green nice and pure.
 
Well, the stick-man, Laertes For that is his name
Always guards little kiddies With his rapier’s true aim.
 
He’s defended the children More than any you know.
And his story begins Fifteen long years ago.
 
For Laertes was born A son of the Black Star
(As was your narrator, We both came from thar!)
 
Ansteorra you know Is a dangerous place
Oh the horrors to see! Oh the dangers to face!
 
There are monsters so scary They can scare with a blink
They have teeth sharp as razors They have fur black as ink
 
And what, do you think, Are these monsters about?
With their bumpy blah brows And their snotty snark snouts?
 
Oh why are these nightmares All about in the night?
I can tell you my friends, They just love a good fright!
 
All the monsters were happy To scare girls and boys
In fact, they would call it Their greatest of joys
 
So the King of his Kingdom Sent a call through the land
He was begging for someone To please lend a hand.
 
“These mean monsters,” he said, “Are all scaring the kids.
So in true Black Star fashion He asked for some bids
 
When all the proposals Had been seen and heard
There was only a handful That were not thought absurd.
 
The Knights and the Lions Laurels, Pelicans too.
And then lonely Laertes. Now, what could he do?
 
So King Mikael the third Asked his champions in turn
What exactly they planned, He should so like to learn.
 
The knights swaggered up Puffing out their great chests
And they said, “We will conquer These insolent pests!”
 
The Lions walked in And they all took a knee
They explained very simply How cunning’s the key
 
Now who are the Lions? They’re rare people quite nifty,
How nifty and rare? There are fewer than fifty.
 
The Pelicans came And they bowed stiffly down
Then showed their dread weapon The '''“Mean Pelican Frown!”'''
 
The King was impressed, But he still wanted more
So the Laurels stepped forth And unearthed Laurel lore.
 
“Unless all the monsters Show documentation,
We’ll disallow scaring As a modern convention.”
 
Quite crafty the King Thought then to himself
Then he noticed Laertes Looking like a stretched elf.
 
“You there,” said the King “What are you planning there?”
Don Laertes said simply, “I shall be everywhere…”
 
Now the knights of the Kingdom Were all laughing quite hard.
With their weapons war worn And their armor war scarred.
 
“Ho HO!” said the knights Most others laughed too
Well, the Lions smiled sadly Saying “Luck be with you.”
 
Laertes, undaunted Kept close to his plan
He raced through the Kingdom Ev’ry mile, breadth and span.
 
Now the monsters would hide When they saw others come
But Laertes was ALWAYS Right there, up their bum.
 
All five groups kept on at it Seemingly to no avail
The great King darkly wondered Could they ALL of them fail?
 
First the knights then the Laurels Ceased fighting their fight
Then the Pelicans quit The great nightmarish blight.
 
Last to halt were the Lions Though all wracking their brains
But they finally relented And pulled to on their reins.
 
Don Laertes, alone Kept on with his goal
He traversed all the Kingdom Completely, in whole.
 
Then by chance, he did hear That the monsters were plotting
To destroy the slim fighter They ALWAYS were spotting.
 
All the monsters then gathered At a glade by a spring
And Laertes knew then How to end this whole thing.
 
Now in Ansteorra There isn’t much green
But the green that is seen Is the greenest of green!
 
Laertes disguised himself As a tall blade of grass
And waited with patience For the meeting to pass.
 
The fiends and the red caps The bogeys, the sprites
The will o’ the wisps And the vampires and wights!
 
Once all the collection Had made themselves known
Laertes sprang out And his smile, how it shone!
 
Now here I must stop With what happened that day
For the monsters are missing And Laertes won’t say.
 
So back to the castle Laertes rode on
To tell the assembly The monsters were gone.
 
“But how?” “What’d you do?” “Just how did you succeed?”
The King stopped the chatter And asked of the deed.
 
“Before I begin,” Said Laertes quite hotly,
“I think I should like To address this court motley.”
 
“You can’t swing a sword At a nightmarish thought.
There’s no bones can be broken Or no flesh to get caught.”
 
“Can you be more cunning Then nightmares of the mind?
They come from all corners, Left, right and behind.”
 
“How can you be meaner Than dreams a child dreads?
They attack every moment Children sleep in their beds.”
 
“And documentation? Are you kidding me?
These are monsters by Jove, Not the darn D.M.V.!”
 
“So, what did I do?” He said with fearsome stare
“I told them I’d be there For kids everywhere.”
 
“When they cry in the night If they fall, skin their knee.
All the children will know, They can all count on me.”
 
“So if the adults Can learn from our past,
We’ll guard our dear younglings And the Kingdoms shall last.”
 
Don Laertes then left Without one more word
For Kingdoms all over Had nightmares that stirred.
 
But why, do you ask, Does he always wear green?
Why to honor his victory At that first monstrous stream.
 
It was then as some grass He made good on his vow
To defend all the children Which he does even now.
 
And throughout his travels He befriends all he can see
From the wondrous March Hare To a giant like me.
 
Ol’ Baron Laertes Won’t fight here alone
Not since he has chosen Altavia as home.
 
For our fanciful Baron Was blessed on his life
By sweet Alexandra His beautiful wife.
 
His last stop, so I hope Is here in Caid
There are many cruel monsters We are surely in need.
 
Why Caid you may ask It is quite hard to say
Most likely ‘cause monsters That live attah way!
 
For in the West Kingdom The oldest reside
And those monsters all fear Don Laertes McBride
 
Laertes is awesome! I am pleased he’s my friend
Now, to honor my listeners This poem shall end.
 
 
To one of the greatest, most selfless, and honorable men I have met in all my travels…


== Miscellany ==
== Miscellany ==
=== Societal History ===
=== Societal History ===
In 1982, I was playing Dungeons & Dragons at the Omniplex Science Center in Oklahoma City.  My fighter/magic-user/thief Barnabus the Destroyer had just been slain by a poisoned crossbow bolt.  I was informed it would be four hours real time before I could be raised from the dead (secretly, I just think they were tired of the six foot tall kid eating all the Funyuns), so I went wandering about and I heard a commotion downstairs.  I looked over the railing and saw, what appeared to me at any rate, people in really interesting Kendo armor hitting each other with big fluffy axes.  I went down and introduced myself to the kind-looking gentlemen standing there.  He replied, "Hi, my name is William Blackfox."
In 1982, I was playing Dungeons & Dragons at the Omniplex Science Center in Oklahoma City.  My fighter/magic-user/thief Barnabus the Destroyer had just been slain by a poisoned crossbow bolt.  I was informed it would be four hours real time before I could be raised from the dead (secretly, I just think they were tired of the six foot tall kid eating all the Funyuns), so I went wandering about and I heard a commotion downstairs.  I looked over the railing and saw, what appeared to me at any rate, people in really interesting Kendo armor hitting each other with big fluffy axes.  I went down and introduced myself to the kind-looking gentlemen standing there.  He replied, "Hi, my name is Lord William Blackfox."


In 1985 we moved to Atlanta, Georgia, and I attended a tournament called Red Tower.  There was a really intimidating-looking knight with a not-so intimidating-looking smile watching me as I sang a piece I had written.  I thanked him for his attentiveness, and said, "Hi!  I'm Beorn."  He replied, "Hello there Beorn, I'm John."  And that was my introduction to the man who would later become my knight, Duke John the Bearkiller, OP.
In 1985 we moved to Atlanta, Georgia, and I attended a tournament called Red Tower.  There was a really intimidating-looking knight with a not-so intimidating-looking smile watching me as I sang a piece I had written.  I thanked him for his attentiveness, and said, "Hi!  I'm Beorn."  He replied, "Hello there Beorn, I'm John."  And that was my introduction to the man who would later become my knight, Duke John the Bearkiller, OP.


In 1988 we moved to Northern Mississippi and I started attending the events in Memphis before matriculating to The University of Mississippi (Ole Miss).  During one of my vocal outbursts (it would be too kind to refer to them as songs) I met the lady who would eventually become my Laurel, Her Excellency Mistress Vashti.  As a matter of fact, I was (and still am) her first apprentice.  In true clandestine fashion, I received my green belt under the table at a wine bar (the Gewürztraminer was excellent!).
In 1988 we moved to Northern Mississippi and I started attending the events in Memphis before matriculating to The University of Mississippi (Ole Miss).  During one of my vocal outbursts (it would be too kind to refer to them as songs) I met the lady who would eventually become my Laurel, Her Excellency Mistress Vashti.  As a matter of fact, I was (until very recently) her first apprentice, and am quite proud of that fact.  In true clandestine fashion, I received my green belt under the table at a wine bar (the Gewürztraminer was excellent!). In 1993-1995 lived in Grey Niche, then the Barony of Three Rivers in Calontir and then the Barony of Holmrikke in Drachenwald before returning to the Shire of Hammerhold from 1995-1997 to complete a Master's Degree in Music. I moved to the Barony of Small Gray Bear from 1997-1998 before leaving Meridies for Caid.
 
In 1998 I moved to the Canton of Gallavally in the Barony of Dreiburgen in the Kingdom of Caid, where I lived for over 10 years. For a brief time I lived in the Shire of Cloondara in the Principality of the Mists in the Kingdom of the West. Currently I live in the Barony of Gyldenholt in Caid, but still travel heavily in the Society, mostly in The West, Calontir, and Gleann Abhann.


=== Awards ===
=== Awards ===
*Bard of Meridies, 1994
*Bard of Meridies, 1994
*Award of Arms, 1994
*Award of Arms, 1994
*Grey Pearl, Baronial A&S Award, Barony of Grey Niche, Meridies (now Gleann Abhann), 1994
*Grey Pearl, Baronial A&S Award, Barony of [[Grey Niche]], [[Meridies]] (now [[Gleann Abhann]]), 1994
*Meridian Cross, 1994
*Meridian Cross, 1994
*Poet Laureate of Meridies, 1995
*Poet Laureate of Meridies, 1995
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*[[Court Barony]], (Gleann Abhann), 2007
*[[Court Barony]], (Gleann Abhann), 2007
*[[Lux Caidis]] (Bardic Performance), 2014
*[[Lux Caidis]] (Bardic Performance), 2014
*[[Dolphin]], 2016
*[[Order of the Laurel]] (Bardic Arts/Cooking), 2016
*[[Signum Regni]], 2018
*[[Royal Recognition of Excellence]], 2020
*[[Signum Regni]], 2021
*Den Grimme Aeling, Principality of [[Cynagua]] within the Kingdom of the [[West]], 2022
*[[Signum Regni]], 2023
*[[Seraph]], (Armored Combat) [[Angels]], 2023
*[[Vanguard of Honor]], 2024
[https://op.meridies.org/person.php?id=1451 Beorn's OP listing: Kingdom of Meridies]
[https://records.gleannabhann.net/public/person.php?id=212 Beorn's OP listing: Kingdom of Gleann Abhann]
[http://heralds.westkingdom.org/Awards/individual.php?namecode=11741 Beorn's OP listing: Kingdom of The West]


=== Things I Like ===
=== Things I Like ===
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*Providing shade for my tiny friends whilst on the battlefield
*Providing shade for my tiny friends whilst on the battlefield


==Court Preferences==
*Pronouns: He/him
*Preferred Title: Baron or Master or none
*Court Summons: Surprise court summons for awards/announcements are fine; shenanigans/court banter/schtick may require a bit of time to work up.
*Contact for Attendance: The Honorable Lady [[Avicia de Na Baiona]] will be aware of upcoming events which I plan to attend.
=== External Links ===
* [http://heralds.sca-caid.org/op/person.php?PersonID=11504 Beorn's entry in the Order of Precedence]


==Photos==
==Photos==
<gallery perrow=3 heights=200px widths=200px>
<gallery perrow=4 heights=200px widths=200px>
Image:Hammerhold_1995.jpg|Beorn at the Shire of Hammerhold, 1995. Photo by Lady [[Ingrid Gerdesdottir]]
Image:1995_Rey_Grey_Niche.jpg‎|Beorn fighting (now Count) Rey Ribeaumont, 1996. Photo by Andrea McCormick
Image:G_Ann_2001_Broi.jpg|Beorn running a helm auction at Gallavally Anniversary, 2001. Photo by THL [[Broichan maqq Kynat]]
Image:Beorn_wiki_6.jpg‎|Beorn facing [[Snorri Snarfari Bjornsson]] at Fall Crown 2006. Photo by unknown
Image:Estrella_2007.jpg|Beorn receiving Court Barony, 2007. Photo by Sir Leto Darkhorse
Image:AltaviaAnniv07 014.JPG|Beorn performing Baron Laertes' Childrens' Poem. 2007 Photo by unknown
Image:Beorn_wiki_5.jpg‎|Beorn facing Don [[Eógan Ua Confraích]]. 2007 Photo by [[Andrés Miguel Rodriguez de la Rosa]]
Image:Beorn_wiki_photo_2_highland.jpg|Beorn fighting at Highland War. 2010 Photo by Shanna Franklin
Image:Beorn_wiki_photo_2_highland.jpg|Beorn fighting at Highland War. 2010 Photo by Shanna Franklin
Image:Gleann_Abhann_2010.jpg‎|Beorn fighting HRM Radu of Gleann Abhann, Samhain, 2010. Photo by Susana Leandra Macias
Image:Beorn_wiki_photo_2_potrero.jpg|Beorn performing at Potrero Bardic. 2011 Photo by Shanna Franklin
Image:Beorn_wiki_photo_2_potrero.jpg|Beorn performing at Potrero Bardic. 2011 Photo by Shanna Franklin
Image:Beorn_wiki_photo_2_unbelted.jpg|Beorn at Gyldenholt Unbelted. 2011 Photo by [[Drach Medved'|Drach]]
Image:Beorn_wiki_photo_2_unbelted.jpg|Beorn at Gyldenholt Unbelted. 2011 Photo by [[Drach Medved'|Drach]]
Image:AltaviaAnniv07 014.JPG|Beorn performing Baron Laertes' Childrens' Poem. 2007 Photo by unknown
Image:Wiki we three.jpg|Beorn and his daughter Sofia Biarnardottir and his mother Ellen of Ansteorra, 2016. Photo by Shanna Franklin
Image:Beorn_wiki_5.jpg‎|Beorn facing Don [[Eógan Ua Confraích]]. 2007 Photo by [[Andrés Miguel Rodriguez de la Rosa]]
Image:Beorn2019.jpeg|Beorn and his first apprentice, Countess Karina de Elephantide, 40th Queen of Caid, 2019. Photo by Countess [[Karina de Elephantide]]
Image:Beorn_wiki_6.jpg‎|Beorn facing [[Snorri Snarfari Bjornsson]] at Fall Crown 2006. Photo by unknown
Image:BeornGreyNiche2023.jpg|Beorn presenting himself to the Baron and Baroness of Grey Niche, Beltaine, 2023. Photo by Lady Rhiadain n'a Rind-Ailue
Image:Hammerhold_1995.jpg|Beorn at the Shire of Hammerhold, 1995. Photo by Lady Ingrid Gerdesdotter
Image:Tsyra pic B n A.png|Beorn showing honor to his consort, THL Avicia, at Caid's Fall Crown Tournament, 2023. Photo by Duchess [[Tsyra tsheere Nanoup]]
Image:Estrella_2007.jpg|Beorn receiving Court Barony, 2007. Photo by Sir Leto Darkhorse
Image:Ghislaine Photo.jpg|Beorn waiting out the rain at Queen Mercedes' Consort's Champion Tournament, 2024. Photo by Madame [[Ghislaine d'Auxerre]]
</gallery>
</gallery>


[[Category:+ Populace B]]
[[Category:+ Populace B]]
[[Category:Laurels]]

Latest revision as of 07:48, 15 July 2024

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Beorn at Queen Marisa's Festival of the Rose, 2016
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Preferred title: Baron
Their Pronouns: he/him
Resides: Gyldenholt
Status: Active
Awards: Visit the Caid Order of Precedence
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Baron Beorn of the Northern Sea, OL, is a simple friendly everyday fighting bard of indeterminate mass. He was invited to join the Order of the Laurel at Caid's Spring Crown Tourney, A.S. LI (51) by TRM Conrad III and A'isha II. He was elevated to the Laurel by Ozmund and Marisa at Festival of the Rose, 2016.

Persona History

Baron Beorn of the Northern Sea, known at various times as Giuseppe Lorenzo Domenico Angelo de Medici, Brother Johannes, Marcus Veridius Commodus Maximus, and Ito Nobunaga was born in 1270 of the common reckoning. His mother, a dark impish maiden with a golden voice, had fallen for a Norse adventurer and their forbidden tryst led to fleeing the Kingdom of Dublin. Traveling the North Sea in summer, as her birthing time approached, they landed at the Shetland monastery on Lunnasting (though some say Lerwick). She was both very close to her time, and very ill. Beorn's father said he would go to fetch help from his family in Norway.

He never returned...

She delivered up her son and they asked her to name the child, she said Beorn, though he was baptized Johannes so as to not remain named of the Heathen. She held him in her arms and sang to him until she died a few hours later. A ruddy, powerfully built Irishman arrived a month after, claiming to be the girl's father. He saw the child, said for the monks to keep him, turned on his heel and never looked back. It was then Beorn became an oblate of the church.

He was raised to be a priest; trained in music, letters, medicine and husbandry. Before taking his final vows he was sent to the conflict happening on the main of Scotland, ostensibly as the Latin tutor for Robert the Bruce. He saw English knights running down unarmed commoners, and an anger rose in him; with his shepherd's crook he smote one of the riders clean off of his horse. The remaining English wheeled and turned to kill this upstart cloister, when Duke John Bearkiller and a small Welsh contingent crested the hill, intent on ridding the whole of the Island from English tyranny.

John liked this giant youth, gave him his seal, lent him some coin and told him to leave Scotland and find out who he really was, seeing as the priesthood was unsuitable. Beorn spent the next fifteen years engaging in a series of adventures hiring out as a minstrel, a mercenary, a clerk, a physic, and cook.

After settling in Meridies, Beorn, now a bard of some renown, apprenticed to the great Mistress Vashti. In his heady moments he then eloped with a minor lady from the Danish Kingdoms (apparently against the wishes of everyone, family and friend) and fled to Caid. Immediately after having a daughter, he was kidnapped by a merchant raider bound for the Orient. It was there Beorn's great size and strength was again put to the test, as he was sold to a wrestler's stable and he fought for the entertainment of the crowds for seven years, before escaping and making the long trek back to Caid.

Upon his return, he had been given up for dead, his lady remarried, and all his lands were seized in oath-price for the illegal elopement. He was battered, scarred, and unlanded... But, he was not broken. He seeks to reclaim his lands, his honor, and serve the kingdom as best he may. To those ends, he was made a Peer of the Realm for his teaching, cooking, and performance.

Currently, Beorn is once again enjoying his time on the heavy and rapier fields, and, most happily became engaged to THL Avicia de Na Baiona.

Offices & Positions

Event Staff

Associations

  • Consort to Avicia de Na Baiona
  • Head of the SCA Household Biarnarstaðir
  • Former Senior Apprentice to Her Excellency Mistress Sarita Vashti Al Coya, Gleann Abhann
  • Squire to His Grace Duke John the Bearkiller, OP, Gleann Abhann
  • A Full Member of Clan Gambit, Glean Abhann
  • Member of Inter-Kingdom Brewing Guild, "The Knaves of Grain"
  • Free Scholar of Fence, Caid Rapier Open Tournament, Darach 1998
  • Member of the Caidan Circle of Bards
  • Member of the Caidan College of Heralds (Macer Extraordinaire) 2000
  • A Founding Member of The Island of Rhodes
  • Former member of Fifth Brigade
  • Contributor to the Caidan Crown Poems publication
  • Member of the Upper Crust
  • Member of the Caidan College of Heralds (Pursuivant Extraordinaire) 2022

Classes Taught

Assorted Poems

The Crown List poem for Ozmund Rus

The Saga of Ozmund (as told to Sofia Biarnardottir by Beorn of the Northern Sea)

Hearken you now to the Saga of Ozmund!

Sailor of Desert Seas, Tamer of Smoke,

Husband to Marisa, exotic fair maiden,

First to befriend, and the last to provoke.

Long had the lands of Starkhafn known Kingship.

Brother and Liege Lord had both held the Crown.

Ozmund took his lady's hands and gave her a promise:

He would enrobe her in a Caidan Queen's gown.

Bright was the dawn of the Spring Crown's beginning,

Bright was the smile of Marisa his dear,

Bright were the eyes of the Knight known as Ozmund,

His heart burned with passion; his pathway was clear.

Ozmund was chosen by Jethro from Linthal

A fighter for hire, a squire; his foe.

Ozmund dispatched him with terrible fury,

The journey had started, still so long to go.

His next fighter could not arise to the challenge,

So Oz stepped ahead to Adam, brother Knight.

The oak shook and wept with its silver leaves falling.

One more foeman vanquished, still more left to fight!

And now in the eric his brother Athanaric,

A most worthy fighter who'd once held the Throne.

He looked at his ladywife, filled with dread purpose,

Though entering as brothers, Oz left it alone.

The warriors were falling, the few left were mighty.

Sir Ozmund faced Halldórr, himself a Knight too.

The Northmen they circled and sought an advantage,

Sir Ozmund found one first and ran his foe through.

Just four now remained, three Knights and a Squire

But 'twas only one of them before had to rule,

As Ozmund defeated his brother Sir Niccolo

Sven slew young Liam, setting up the last duel.

Duke Sven with dear Ismay had entered unblooded,

Sir Ozmund was also unblemished by loss.

On seeing each other, respectful, they nodded,

Then grimly they set out as the field they did cross.

The two fought like lions, first one, then the other

Had fallen in combat to their foe's glorious deeds

One match then remained to determine a Champion

One sword stroke, one vanquished... Hail Oz! Al-Caid!

The Prince had been chosen! All rallied around him,

Ozmund saw nought but his lady and kneeled at her feet

And weeping with love for his Princess he wreathed her

His journey now ended, his promise complete!


A Poem in Honor of Don Alexander Kallidokos,OP

As commissioned by Her Royal Majesty Caid, Kolfinna kottr:


Too few can match the lethal striking blade,

Or stand against the leaping lion’s might,

Don Alexander, few like you were made,

On you we may depend in any fight!


But let us not forget your genteel grace.

A nobler man could scarcely to be seen.

You serve with no reserve for time or place,

And doing so bring honor to your Queen!


There was a time when you did stand alone,

All fellow guards had fallen for Caid.

With blade well set and in a razor hone,

You vanquished all, what an impressive deed!


Some champions win the Consort’s field by arms,

Some through their arts or skills, by strength or guile.

But Alexander conquers with his charms,

His sword, his faith, his honor and his style!


It’s said that I sport an impressive span,

But Kallidokos has the larger heart,

In point of fact he is the greater man,

By bearing, manner, and the courtier’s art.


He slays the foes; he honors ladies all,

Though slightly built, to me, he’s ten feet tall!



Poems

Miscellany

Societal History

In 1982, I was playing Dungeons & Dragons at the Omniplex Science Center in Oklahoma City. My fighter/magic-user/thief Barnabus the Destroyer had just been slain by a poisoned crossbow bolt. I was informed it would be four hours real time before I could be raised from the dead (secretly, I just think they were tired of the six foot tall kid eating all the Funyuns), so I went wandering about and I heard a commotion downstairs. I looked over the railing and saw, what appeared to me at any rate, people in really interesting Kendo armor hitting each other with big fluffy axes. I went down and introduced myself to the kind-looking gentlemen standing there. He replied, "Hi, my name is Lord William Blackfox."

In 1985 we moved to Atlanta, Georgia, and I attended a tournament called Red Tower. There was a really intimidating-looking knight with a not-so intimidating-looking smile watching me as I sang a piece I had written. I thanked him for his attentiveness, and said, "Hi! I'm Beorn." He replied, "Hello there Beorn, I'm John." And that was my introduction to the man who would later become my knight, Duke John the Bearkiller, OP.

In 1988 we moved to Northern Mississippi and I started attending the events in Memphis before matriculating to The University of Mississippi (Ole Miss). During one of my vocal outbursts (it would be too kind to refer to them as songs) I met the lady who would eventually become my Laurel, Her Excellency Mistress Vashti. As a matter of fact, I was (until very recently) her first apprentice, and am quite proud of that fact. In true clandestine fashion, I received my green belt under the table at a wine bar (the Gewürztraminer was excellent!). In 1993-1995 lived in Grey Niche, then the Barony of Three Rivers in Calontir and then the Barony of Holmrikke in Drachenwald before returning to the Shire of Hammerhold from 1995-1997 to complete a Master's Degree in Music. I moved to the Barony of Small Gray Bear from 1997-1998 before leaving Meridies for Caid.

In 1998 I moved to the Canton of Gallavally in the Barony of Dreiburgen in the Kingdom of Caid, where I lived for over 10 years. For a brief time I lived in the Shire of Cloondara in the Principality of the Mists in the Kingdom of the West. Currently I live in the Barony of Gyldenholt in Caid, but still travel heavily in the Society, mostly in The West, Calontir, and Gleann Abhann.

Awards

Beorn's OP listing: Kingdom of Meridies

Beorn's OP listing: Kingdom of Gleann Abhann

Beorn's OP listing: Kingdom of The West

Things I Like

  • Heavy Fighting
  • Rapier Fighting
  • Archery (target and combat)
  • Performance Arts
  • Composing Music
  • Writing Poetry
  • Cooking (especially sweet stuff!)
  • Consuming the cooking of others
  • Teaching
  • Providing shade for my tiny friends whilst on the battlefield

Court Preferences

  • Pronouns: He/him
  • Preferred Title: Baron or Master or none
  • Court Summons: Surprise court summons for awards/announcements are fine; shenanigans/court banter/schtick may require a bit of time to work up.
  • Contact for Attendance: The Honorable Lady Avicia de Na Baiona will be aware of upcoming events which I plan to attend.

External Links

Photos