e-Medieval-Renaissance Faires are a collaboration of four Medieval-Renaissance Clubs, including hundreds of artists, photograpers, seamstresses, armour makers, writers, and period artisans of all manner. All have gathered together, as they have done from Medieval days, at this e-Medieval-Renaissance Faire to both show and vend their wares in the time honoured tradition of European faires.

Please enjoy all of the games, the culture, the architecture and landscape, the clothing, the jewelry, the armour, and all of the crafts of the period.



e-Medieval-Renaissance Faire-Volume II

  Contributors From TheGrandDuke Club
TheGrandDuke Club is set  in Medieval Alba.  It has no King, Queen, Princes, or Princesses.  It is the Court of the Scottish Grand Duke Tearlach Fearghas MacPolk, his Grand Duchess Elandria, his appointed nobles, the Guild Masters, and Scottish Clan Chieftains.
Every member who joins must have a job.   The upper nobles are administrators, the Baronesses are Guild Masters, as well as the Scottish Chieftain.  We, however, need more everyday people who just wish to be the citizens, soldiers, farmers, merchants, etc.  Every member of the club gets to feature their works at our e-Medieval-Renaissance Faires.

  SwordOfScotland Lord Tearlach Fearghas MacPolk, the Grand Duke of  the Grand Duchy of the Western Highlands of Alba



  Elandria  Lady Elandria, the Grand Duchess of the Grand Duchy of the Western Highlands of Alba



  lady-andra  Lady Andra, the Marchioness of the Grand Duchy of the Western Highlands of Alba


  Poopgoblyn  Lord Chopula, the Count of the Grand Duchy of the Western Highlands. Of Alba


  CountessLenore  Lady Lenore, Viscountess of the Grand Duchy of the Western Highlands of Alba
  

  robertgrima Lord Grima, Baron of Malta, Ambassador to the Grand Duchy of the Western Highlands of Alba


  PaintedOnMySoul Lady Kathrine, Baroness of the Artist Guild of the Grand Duchy of the Western Highlands of Alba


  LadyJamie Lady Frances, Baroness of the Seamstress Guild of the Grand Duchy of the Western Highlands of Alba  


01. sakurafairy  Seamstress


02. ladyrose04  Seamstress


  XODressageQueenXO Lady Lancera, Baroness of the Writer Guild of the Grand Duchy of the Western Highlands of Alba
Christmas Kings
Christmas Memories-Arthur and Henry
When we were young life seemed so planed
The snow fell gently in our hands
Britain was our home ruled by his hand
The legend he left can not be matched
He sealed the fate of Britain and our land
The greatest King their would ever be
I watched him rule and admired his every move
When people ask what he meant to me
I remember Christmas and our king
And how he saved us and gave me a chance
He was the greatest man I know
And he was the reason I had hope
He changed my world and showed me a path 
 
Centuries later it's still my home
Now theirs a new king on his thrown
A boy without a hope and know
He’s got a heart of steel and hand ruled by cold
His soul is as scared as the winter snow
As I watch him leave his kingdom to let go
I see the boy I used to know
The legacy he left was known
He changed his world and made his home
The boy that made his way to the thrown
I watched him grow and stand his ground
When people look in fear, I realize his Christmas in Avalon
    “Christmas eve” Guinevere said to no one in particular as she headed for the stables block at Hardin’s Wall a snowy Sunday night. Arthur had gone away to the neighboring small town to find her something. She hadn’t know what she wanted exactly she was a simple girl. Being raised a Woad she had been blessed with what she felt was the greatest gift.
Freedom, beauty and horses, although since becoming queen she didn’t feel she had those things anymore. She was always expected to where dresses, corsets and act like a lady moon after moon. With the holidays coming even more so and frankly if she had to sit through one more Christmas party she was going to throw one of her “pretty princess perfect” slippers at someone.
Kicking the light snow drifts as she walked she though of how nice it would be to be asked what she wanted to do this holiday instead of all the roman traditions she was not used to. To Arthur that was beside the point Steeds of the ElementsThe bay stallion rises from the very core of the earth.
His coat chocolate against the morning sun
He floats across the ground with speed and grace
Nothing can unsteady him; he is as agile as the ground he rises from
He is the son of the earth and the protector of its inhabitants.
The mighty steed of Adam and Eve
He stands guard at the gates of Eden
He is the element of Earth
The Black stallion rises, he coat dark as night
Foraged in the darkness of the after life
As fast and as silent as the night
An angel of death, he floats along the wind
His footsteps silent in the quietness of the graveyard
A steed for those whose time has come
He protects those who deserve it and kills those who don’t
He is the element of air
The chestnut stallion raises, a creature of fire
His coat made of nothing but the flames of eternal damnation
He thunders over the ground, melting it beneath his strong hooves
He is ill-tempered and a monster who cannot be trusted
He is the son of flam and a bidder for

   OenghusLok47 Chieftain Robert "Forge" Shyan-Norwalt of Na Clanna Haye of the Western Highlands of Alba, Baron of the Blacksmith Guild

Mature Content

Mature Content

  GuestContributors of the Grand Duchy of the Western Highlands of Alba

   SnapperRod  Landscape/Architectural


   ArwensGrace  Landscape/Architectural
  

Mature Content

  Helewidis  Faire Events


   Zahwah  Faire Events


   angelacypher  Faire Events
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  SmokMigus  Faire Events
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  Faoiltiarna-Wolf   Writer
The Violinist's DaughterAt his grave I stand,
his daughter,
by more than blood.
Music our obsession,
the tools of his trade,
now mine.
I would trade them all,
if only to hear him play once more.
His vibrato, so controlled,
his glissando, soaring.
Voices of the angels,
singing through his strings...
Silenced now on earth.
And I, a mere echo of his skill,
do my best to keep his name,
his music, his legacy, alive.
I am the Maestro's daughter. The AbbeyAbandoned, forgotten.
Once a haven for the holy.
Now a refuge for rats,
and the occasional tourist...
They made it for worship,
they made it to last...
then abandoned it,
when Cromwell struck his blow.
How do you justify abandoning
your faith,
your way of life,
to save your own skin?
Did they die for their beliefs?
Or slink away only to come back
as the rats that live there now?
I can only wonder as I stare
at the abbey,
abandoned and forgotten... EscapeI longed for freedom,
to see the world was all I craved.
The younger daughter of a local caliph.
You'd think an arranged marriage
would benefit -all- involved.
Not so.
My father and new husband
were the ones who benefited.
Not so lucky I.
Here I sit,
promised to a desert chieftain.
Alone each day, each night.
He alone has the freedom I was promised.
Left here where all I can see,
for miles and miles,
are the endless shifting sands.
I'm told we have the finest home,
in all the desert, small consolation.
I went from the prison of a palace...
to the prison of this cave.
Yet he has all the sands to ride,
all the freedom I long for.
Every young girl foolishly dreams
her prince will come for her,
little do they know what they ask for.
I thought mine would bring me freedom,
yet now I know that there will
never be an escape...

  mattmaus  Armour


  farmerownia  Armour


  sstheblacksmith  Blacksmith


  Kitten-of-Woe  Leatherworks


  RuehlLeatherWorks   Leatherworks


     UBCProductions  Chain Mail

Mature Content

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  Contributors From the MedievalCommunity Club

     LSouthern   Administrative Contributor-Faire Events
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   Aegean-Prince  Administrative Contributor-Heralds


  Member Contributors of the MedievalCommunity

    LisyLunaria  Faire Events/Architecture


    B-F-G  Architecture
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    LipCreativeStudio
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  GrimDreamArt  Traditional Art
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  Contributors From The-Queens-Court

  QueenDevious  Her Majesty, Queen Tyronica Damia “Devious” Rankin


  LayraBlack Honoured Citizen
TuSon tus palabras, corazón
Tus dulces palabras
Tus tiernos susurros
Tus cálidos deseos
Tu hermosa voz
Es tu pasión
Tu dulzura
Tu júbilo
Tu calidez
Tú, mi amado
Tu ávida mirada,
Sobre mí,
Desnudándome el cuerpo,
Te muestro mi alma
Te muestro mi amor
Y es entonces
Cuando más hermoso estás
Cuando más fuerte me abrazas
Cuando mi corazón late más fuerte
Y siento que te amaré para siempre Noche de tequila y quimerasCenicientas de la noche
Princesas de saldo
Sonrisa de porcelana
Perfume de imitación
Besos de venta al mayor
Deseos de huir
Lágrimas escondidas
Muñecas para vudú
Luna mexicana
El pasado les persigue
Dos corazones rotos
Contándose sus penas de rubí
Máscaras a un lado
Sentimientos en la lengua
Poesía en los ojos
Y tequila en la mesa
Poeta maldito por el amor
Condenado romanticismo
Amante de arena
Sentencia a muerte
Muñeca de trapo
Proyección sin sombra
Fuerza, paciencia, tiempo
Amargo dinero
- Amante trágico
No vuelvas
No tuerzas tu camino
Entre amargas quimeras
Y tequila en el cuerpo Hijo de la luna
Cuentan las viejas leyendas de una mujer bella sin defectos, excepto uno: en una mano tenía seis dedos. Los hombres se fijaban en ella, mas al conocer su desdicha, decían que estaba maldecida y la muchacha era repudiada.
Tal era su desespero que la chica fue al bosque y lanzó un último rezo a la madre Luna, con el cuchillo con el que quería poner fin a su vida en la mano. Quería un hombre que la amara sin importarle ni su sexto dedo ni las habladurías de la gente. De repente, se formó un polvo plateado y un ser apareció: plateadas sus ropas, argentado su fino pelo, grises sus ojos parecidos a gemas preciosas. Llevaba una corona de plata con diamantes incrustados que brillaban como si de gotas de agua se tratara.
La muchacha no estaba segura de quién era, sin embargo se arrodilló ante aquel ser.
- He oído tus ruegos y he decidido que voy a acceder a tu petición: mañana por la noche llegará un rico mozo en el pueb



   Contributors from my favourites.

                                                  
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  Contributors From the LairdOfTimes Medieval Resource Library
The LairdOfTimes Medieval Resource Library is an ever evolving resource for everything medieval, including European art, clothing, architecture, laws, history, royalty, wars, armament, and the joy and hardships of daily life.

   www.sirclisto.com/table.html SIR CLISTO-The Ultimate Resource Magazine!
01.  www.sirclisto.com/16.html …;Archery
02.  www.sirclisto.com/arch.html Architecture
03.  www.sirclisto.com/8.html …;Armourers and Weaponsmiths
04.  www.sirclisto.com/19.html Armoury Museums
05.  www.sirclisto.com/74.html …;Artwork

  thecapitalscot.com/clans.html Scottish Clans and Societies
01.   www.clanlockhartsociety.com/ma…;The Clan Lockhart Society.
02. www.clan-duncan.co.uk/ The Clan Duncan Society
03. www.clanmactavish.org/ &n…;The Clan MacTavish
04. www.clanscottsociety.org/ …;The Clan Scott Society
05. www.clannapier.org/  ;The Clan Napier Society

  www.fordham.edu/halsall/sbook1… Roles

  Contributing Avatars From Medieval-Renaissance-Fantasy Related accounts.
01. Stock Accounts
                                                                                                                          

  If you own or use a stock account, and you do not see your stock account’s avatar here, note me at  TheGrandDuke,  and I will include it in the next volume of the e-Medieval-Renaissance Faire!

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