Post by berengaria on Jan 22, 2007 13:30:56 GMT -5
My story
I, Berengaria of Lohr, am the last child born to parents who met after a Great War was concluded. My father was from the victor’s side and my mother, not having many men (if any) to chose from her own land, settled for my father. While he loved her she did not love him. He was away fighting in a war in distant land most of my life and died when I was young. My mother married twice more and outlived both husbands. We were never very well off as a family and moved constantly about, I saw many lands this way but gained little attachment to any place.
It was a hard life but I managed to survive though my brothers made it to adulthood they did not do so well….
Somehow I developed a desire to be a scribe. I saw manuscript books and pages at church and in the hands of rich and highborn people with gold leafing which were glorious and looked magical to me. I wanted to learn how it was done and to make an entire book myself someday. I also realized that it was a valuable skill that once mine was mine for life and could travel with me wherever I might go in life.
It took many years to become a master-level scribe and illuminator but I have done so. That tale is a long and separate one.
I, too, married a soldier who died after a few years which did not upset me too much as he was not a good husband. I then was briefly married to another soldier who died just as I realized I had made a mistake again. It was then I began to pursue seriously my learning to be a scribe and illuminator. Once on that road I met what became my third husband who was also a soldier but the difference was that we both loved each other and I was willing to go wherever he went.
He was the second son and not in line to inherit but his older brother died soon after his father and thus Istvan inherited the family estate and titles. Life was good for many years there but even such good fortune cannot last and his lands were overrun by barbarians from the east (a nearly regular occurrence). We have moved what we could to a new home much farther south, the realm of Dragonspire.
Since Istvan has the habits of his youth of traveling about the land to tournaments and wars he hopes to continue doing so. We are both looking forward to Spring and warmer days and the chance to meet many new names we have only heard of through our few contacts so far in this new land.
I, Berengaria of Lohr, am the last child born to parents who met after a Great War was concluded. My father was from the victor’s side and my mother, not having many men (if any) to chose from her own land, settled for my father. While he loved her she did not love him. He was away fighting in a war in distant land most of my life and died when I was young. My mother married twice more and outlived both husbands. We were never very well off as a family and moved constantly about, I saw many lands this way but gained little attachment to any place.
It was a hard life but I managed to survive though my brothers made it to adulthood they did not do so well….
Somehow I developed a desire to be a scribe. I saw manuscript books and pages at church and in the hands of rich and highborn people with gold leafing which were glorious and looked magical to me. I wanted to learn how it was done and to make an entire book myself someday. I also realized that it was a valuable skill that once mine was mine for life and could travel with me wherever I might go in life.
It took many years to become a master-level scribe and illuminator but I have done so. That tale is a long and separate one.
I, too, married a soldier who died after a few years which did not upset me too much as he was not a good husband. I then was briefly married to another soldier who died just as I realized I had made a mistake again. It was then I began to pursue seriously my learning to be a scribe and illuminator. Once on that road I met what became my third husband who was also a soldier but the difference was that we both loved each other and I was willing to go wherever he went.
He was the second son and not in line to inherit but his older brother died soon after his father and thus Istvan inherited the family estate and titles. Life was good for many years there but even such good fortune cannot last and his lands were overrun by barbarians from the east (a nearly regular occurrence). We have moved what we could to a new home much farther south, the realm of Dragonspire.
Since Istvan has the habits of his youth of traveling about the land to tournaments and wars he hopes to continue doing so. We are both looking forward to Spring and warmer days and the chance to meet many new names we have only heard of through our few contacts so far in this new land.