Gey Sha of Dragon Haven
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 Gey Sha at Vulkanfeldt Archery Fest A.S. LII | ||||||||
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Persona History
Gruss Gott! I am knowne as Gey Sha of Dragon Haven, or Drachenhafen should one prefer the Germanic term. Prior to taking on the name of my husband, I was called Gey Sha Luisa Scholz. Presently I dwell in the village of Michelstadt in der Odenwald, which doth lie in the Odenwaldkreis, a southernmost part of the Hesse state in that part of the world known as Germania.
I didst make my way into the world in the Year of Our Lord 1464, through the graces of my mother, a spirited Venetian lady known by the name of Maria Allessandra Moretti, and the support of my father, who ist called August Johannes Scholz, the son of a pottery maker and grandson of the bergermeister of the village wherein we do dwell. Und because I showed the unseemly nature early in childhood of an independent and somewhat rebellious nature, my parents did counsel together oft regarding how best to keep me from causing familial embarrassment. Their best efforts were put forth to teach me the craft of our family, that being the handcrafting of pottery, all the while hoping I would settle into the life of Toepferhersteller and marry a nice quiet and upstanding local merchant’s son. Alas, the young man intended to be my husband didst have unattractive teeth and not a small amount of body odour, and I rejected his proposals of marriage by bursting into tears and running away into the countryside for a night and a day. Upon my return, which wast helped along by the bergermeister’s guardsmen, did my parents decide the only hope for my eternal soul would be to hasten my entrance into the Cistercian convent at Helfta, which was three days ride into neighboring Sachsen-Anhalt. In my eighteenth year therefore I didst find myself purged of my previous unseemly behaviours and wearing the habit and rosary of our Lord. My life fell into a routine of a proper Nonne, wherein I didst realize the error of my ways and was repentant. My hands were trained in calligraphy and the painter’s arts, and to digge about in the herb garden, whilst my voice was called to prayer and chant.
This was indeed all well and goode, until came a warm spring day in the Year of Our Lord 1491, in the which a clatter and commotion arose on the road outside the garden wall. I didst put my eye to the hole in the wooden gate and saw a wondrous sight- for I beheld a colorful procession of gaily clad warriors of mighty stature being followed by a seemingly endless string of animals, women, and children. They carried many items in arms, in wooden packs on backs, on beasts of burden and in small wagons. I had never seen such a sight! I made haste to Mutter Oberin and inquired as to what I had seen. She explained to me they were Landsknechte, mercenary soldiers traveling through to their next engagement. This group did place their camp across the road from the convent that evening, and I chanced rebuke for the opportunity to once again put my eye to a gap in the garden wall wherein I could view their endeavours. Following Vespers, as darkness began to creep over the landscape, I witnessed a wondrous sight. Brought to light by a flickering ring of torches, several strong and seemly Landsknechte warriors didst begin to practice their combat skills. With my cheek pressed against the rough stone of the garden wall, and watching their rippling muscles in the torchlight, did I then and there decide that perhaps the quiet life of the convent was not going to be such a great idea after all.
One of the comely young men did receive a blow to the face by an opponent’s halberd, and I saw blood run forth from the wound. I didst then run to the herb garden and pull leaves from a plant I knew to be helpful for such a distress. Checking round about me so that I wouldst not be witnessed committing the great sin of leaving the convent grounds without accompaniment, I slipped through the gate and approached the wounded man, terrified and gaping in awe at once. He didst spring to his feet at the approach of a woman of the cloth, greeting me with the exclamation “Guten Abend, meine Nonne!” I offered to him my herbal remedy and inquired by what name he was known. “I am Dragoslav of Dragonhaven” came the reply. His teeth were pleasant and he did not smell badly.
Thus it came to pass, that evening I didst renounce my devotionals and end my habitation at the convent at Helfta, and didst beg forgiveness of my parents, who greeted my return with much gaiety and feasting. They were pleased with my desire to wed a respected Landsknechte warrior, and offered to us a dwelling within the family estate, which is called Manor Dragonhaven.