Oak Vale Moot Feb 2018

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I would like to announce the Monikers earned from the Oak Vale Sept's recent moot and my ending story with music used as requested.

The Mother is earned and given to Tillie, Kinfolk of the Child of Gaia.
Additional mention for Peace Maker who was a close call for The Mother.

The King is earned and given to Erecul Tophroi, Athro of the Silver Fangs.
Additional mention for Valen who was a close call for the King.

The Knave is earned and given to Tameka Prete, Fostern of the Black Furies.
Additional mention for Carrion who was a close call for the Knave.

The Moot Judges, being Elgan Ó Floinn 'The Rogue', Shay Volkov, Tillie and myself decided not to issue the Stagnant Moniker.

I thank all those attending for sharing their stories, entertainment and company during the course of the night. You may keep your coloured ninja’s and peg dolls if you have them.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZBl7ZFI-QP8 Dinogad's Smock

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gMNcq_EvArU Man or a monster

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0TIO4IHLNZw No more Heros

Ours is an island of struggle and beauty. Many sailed to us or past us and see our beauty and want to take it for themselves. Some called us the Isle of Apples, others know us as Avalon. Locals at the time might have called us Afallach. Time is too long for me to know the truth of that name. Perhaps the Fae will tell us someday, but not tonight. Tonight is a different story. Let me begin.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UjU-1goybKA Tir Aur

Seasons forever changing
The beauty of the land drawing the attention of Rome

In our land, our country

Seasons forever changing
The beauty of the land drawing the attention of Rome
This fruitful island, full of wealth
Of the earth and of the spirit

In the wealthy land
of silver and gold
There is plenty
To share amongst all

This ideal place, full of wealth
Of the earth and of the spirit

In the wealthy land
of silver and gold
There is plenty
To share amongst all

They come to the fruitful island
To collect the golden wealth

First, the Romans came, wanting our island for themselves. More for the trade of gold from Ireland to Europe, than for the love of our land. In their greed they battled our people, fearing our Druids power of riches and the Mystic. Killing our Ahroun, Theurge, Philodox, Ragabash and Galliards. Trying to take our history, our laws, our might from us. Trying to take our link to the land and Gaia by destroying our sacred Oak Groves. They would say ‘no bird shall nest in the Nemeton, nor let any animal lurk nearby’. But our leaves constantly shivered though no breeze stirred. Altars stood in its midst, with the images of gods they did not recognise. Their hate and fear would destroy us.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rXoEQV_kEF0 Sacred Isle

They saw their enemy
Ready to attack
They gathered together
Ready to defend

Frightened of defeat
They sent their curse across the water

Go back, leave our Sacred Isle
Go back, leave our Sacred Isle alone

The soldiers were anxious
Of the scene before them
Of the women cursing
With their hair flying in the wind

Their people feared to approach our groves at first, and even the priests would not walk there at midday or midnight lest they should then meet its divine guardian. Their greed won out. They stained every tree with sacrificial blood. Our blood but we took some of theirs with us. The very earth groaned in Her sadness, yews shed their seeds like tears of blood drops; unconsumed trees were surrounded by flame, and huge serpent chains twined round the Great Oaks. Such was their fear they had to destroy us, believing the trees were our power.

We are not an easy people to destroy even if we die, even if our roots are torn from the ground, our branches burnt, our people taken for sacrifice. Our spirit and Ancestors wait. We wait. We may seem gone but we replant and regrow, we come back, always we come back. Our valiant hearts and bravery will not let us give in to our enemies even in death. People began to call us by a new name. Ynys y Cedairn, Isle of the Brave. And we waited.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=giw-xXt3kqE Brave

http://lyricstranslate.com/en/celtic-woman-t%C3%ADr-na-n%C3%B3g-lyrics.html Tir Na Nog

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WH319nS9M-s Irish Party

Then came the Irish. Pirates in their ships from across the sea. Instead of going home with loot, our island called to their souls to stay and settle. We won with our beauty… and the Scottish Army. We take our curiosity and adventure from those pirates, but we made it part of us. We became stronger.

Then came the Vikings, invading and raiding us. In old Norse, they called us Ǫngullsey "Hook Island”. A name we took back for ourselves and made it stronger, made it our language. Made it Anglesea. They killed our people and took many of us into slavery and our bloodlines spread across Europe. Taking over the enemy from within, becoming stronger. Yet still, not all the Vikings left, some stayed to settle this land our peace and beauty having won their hearts. We became stronger. We take our stubborn Will and Vitality from them. We replant, regrow and fend off our enemies, in our adversity we do not give in but find our own way.

The Normans came wanting our productivity, to take the fertile soil from beneath our feet. Showing us the virtue of a defendable ring of Castles. And we got new names, a new rebirth. Môn Mam Cymru, Môn, Mother of Wales and Y fêl Ynys, the Honey isle.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BxGE65pn2vg The Voice

Even as recently as December 2016 this Sept was all but wiped out, our people killed. But we are growing again, slowly we become stronger. Our history shows us we have fought many battles and we have won and lost some of those battles. Even in our losses, we take something away with us to make us stronger. To continue, to fight back, to return and regrow. This land survives even if our Sept is attacked, destroyed, we start again.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D7hm1gI17e0 Get up

The blood of those that fought the Romans when they tried to take the mystical connection from those long ago Druids remains here still. Blood that flows now in our Theurge, Tamaka ‘Soothes the Storms’. With the Wisdom of the Black Furies, from those ancient times.

The Irish stay with us in all those of the Fianna that make this their home, giving us adventure and curiosity to go forward. Grey Fur, Peace Maker and Elgan ‘The Rogue’. Even if I am the only one of us to be born on that Green Land over the sea directly.

The Viking stays with us in the blood of our Leader, Michael Olsen of the Get of Fenris, bringing the strength of Will and vitality.

The Norman Kings stay with us in the heroic line of Erecul Tophroi from the Silver Fangs.

All those others of us that heard the call and came to rebuild. And our friends that wish to join in celebrating this night.

So take your worries, your sorrows, your pain. All those thorns in your side that insult and make you angry, afraid or just doubt your worth. You know where this is leading. Take a peg doll. Just a simple silly little peg doll you may say. Pour your worries, your pain and that sorrow and give it to your symbol in your hand. Throw that sadness away even if only for this one night, this one month. Throw your symbol into the fire, let Gaia’s renewing flame and warmth consume and sooth your sorrows. Gaia leads us forward in her light, but only if we can let go of our hurting past. Become stronger with me and renew your heart for the next great battle, where ever that battle takes you. We will be stronger and happier for it after this night. For are we, not Heros?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p4Ry4qpMXqs Heros

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z2BkIxnNNM4 Army

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qVKsWT1OdAE Not yet day

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fni2-V1kbR8 Wolves

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ArfYJOmi7Gs Scallywag

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=__uex8Z-u6s Lanigan’s Ball

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfOsUODGETk she’s your granny

I am
Naomi "Reads the Threads" O'Mannion
Fianna Galliard Adren
Talesinger of Oak Vale and Trial Recorder.
Adren, Born of Fianna, Bitten into the Nation


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