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===Persona History:===
===Persona History:===
I was a cleric at the University of Paris before being requested to leave after an “incident” with the Goliards. I adopted the byname “of St. Golias” in their honor. Traveling for a time, I found myself in the Barony of [[Bryn Gwlad]] where I remain to this day. Much of my free time is spent at Bardshal Tavern.
 
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The hearth crackles merrily, casting dancing shadows across the worn faces of my patrons. In the cozy embrace of the "Bard's Hall Tavern," the ale flows freely, and laughter spills out onto the starlit night. It's a far cry from the cold stone floors and flickering candlelight of the old University in Paris.
 
The student strike of 1229 feels like a distant echo now. Back then, a misplaced loaf of bread and a spilled drink sparked a riot that left a bitter taste in my mouth. We, the students, brimming with youthful idealism, clashed with the Queen's guards, and dear Jean...well, his absence still leaves a hollow ache.
 
But life, like a stubborn weed, finds a way to grow through the cracks. Dispersed from the University, I drifted for a while, the pursuit of knowledge a tattered cloak around my shoulders. Then, fate, or perhaps the whims of the wind, led me here, to the rolling hills near the Barony of Bryn Gwlad.
 
Starting small, with a coin purse lighter than my heart, I opened this tavern. The "Bard's Hall Tavern" became a haven for weary travelers and a watering hole for local gossip. Slowly, steadily, it thrived. My patrons, a motley crew of knights, farmers, and even the occasional bard, became my family.
 
Learning, it turns out, was open to more than dusty tomes and stuffy lectures. Running a tavern is a constant lesson in human nature, in the delicate balance of supply and demand. Euclid may not grace my shelves anymore, but the lessons of life are a constant education.
 
Sometimes, in the quiet moments between bustling evenings, I wonder about Paris. Did the University ever reopen its doors? Did the Queen ever acknowledge the students' grievances? Perhaps someday, when the roads are clear and my thirst for adventure rekindled, I'll return.
 
But for now, I find contentment in the warmth of the hearth, the clinking of tankards, and the stories that fill the air. The "Bards Hall" may have started as a refuge, but it's become a cherished part of my life, as cherished as my place at court. Yes, these days, you can find me not just behind the bar but also amongst the esteemed Barons of Ansteorra's Court.
 
Running a successful tavern and serving on the Court - it's a life far richer than I ever imagined for a former Parisian student.  A testament to the fact that even amidst hardship, a well-run tavern, a thirst for knowledge, and a twist of fate can pave the way for a damn good life.


===Interests:===
===Interests:===

Revision as of 05:56, 16 July 2024

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Registered Name: Goldweard of St. Golias
Resides: Bryn Gwlad
Status: Active
Joined SCA: 1992
Order of Precedence
Goldweard of St. Golias
Heraldry

Per pale vert and Or, a nesselblatt counterchanged.

Baron Goldweard of St. Golias

Previously Known As:
Nickname(s):
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Additional Registered Heraldry:


Device: Per pale vert and Or, a nesselblatt counterchanged.
Badge: (Fieldless) Within and conjoined to an unstrung harp a Lacy knot vert.

Offices:

  • Regional Offices Held
    • Arbalast Herald
    • Southern Region Hospitaler
    • Amillary Herald
    • Obelisk Herald
    • Southern Region MOC
    • Southern Region Chronicler
  • Kingdom Offices Held
    • Deputy Kingdom Historian
    • Deputy Kingdom Hospitaler
    • Kingdom Hospitaler
    • Kingdom Historian
    • Kingdom MOC


  • Society Offices Held
    • Special Projects Deputy for Society Chatelaine


Persona History:

The hearth crackles merrily, casting dancing shadows across the worn faces of my patrons. In the cozy embrace of the "Bard's Hall Tavern," the ale flows freely, and laughter spills out onto the starlit night. It's a far cry from the cold stone floors and flickering candlelight of the old University in Paris.

The student strike of 1229 feels like a distant echo now. Back then, a misplaced loaf of bread and a spilled drink sparked a riot that left a bitter taste in my mouth. We, the students, brimming with youthful idealism, clashed with the Queen's guards, and dear Jean...well, his absence still leaves a hollow ache.

But life, like a stubborn weed, finds a way to grow through the cracks. Dispersed from the University, I drifted for a while, the pursuit of knowledge a tattered cloak around my shoulders. Then, fate, or perhaps the whims of the wind, led me here, to the rolling hills near the Barony of Bryn Gwlad.

Starting small, with a coin purse lighter than my heart, I opened this tavern. The "Bard's Hall Tavern" became a haven for weary travelers and a watering hole for local gossip. Slowly, steadily, it thrived. My patrons, a motley crew of knights, farmers, and even the occasional bard, became my family.

Learning, it turns out, was open to more than dusty tomes and stuffy lectures. Running a tavern is a constant lesson in human nature, in the delicate balance of supply and demand. Euclid may not grace my shelves anymore, but the lessons of life are a constant education.

Sometimes, in the quiet moments between bustling evenings, I wonder about Paris. Did the University ever reopen its doors? Did the Queen ever acknowledge the students' grievances? Perhaps someday, when the roads are clear and my thirst for adventure rekindled, I'll return.

But for now, I find contentment in the warmth of the hearth, the clinking of tankards, and the stories that fill the air. The "Bards Hall" may have started as a refuge, but it's become a cherished part of my life, as cherished as my place at court. Yes, these days, you can find me not just behind the bar but also amongst the esteemed Barons of Ansteorra's Court.

Running a successful tavern and serving on the Court - it's a life far richer than I ever imagined for a former Parisian student. A testament to the fact that even amidst hardship, a well-run tavern, a thirst for knowledge, and a twist of fate can pave the way for a damn good life.

Interests:

  • Herbalism
  • Bardcraft
  • Leatherworking
  • Rapier Combat


Timeline of Activity:

1992: Joined the Society
2001: Moved to Ansteorra
2006: Became active after College
2009: Premier Bard of Stargate
2010: Premier Bard of Ansteorra
2021: Loch Soilleir Bardic Champion
2024: Bonwicke Bardic Champion

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(Phone) 512-703-0669
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Annes Clotilde von Bamburg