Doireann inghean Chearbhaill
SCA History
Called Reann, but registered by the name Doireann. The name Doireann is now used by Dori, “the-Lady-formerly-called-Morel” in Cragmere. In the 1980’s she discovered the SCA at demos at V-Con (the SF con in Vancouver). Making a velvet Tudor outfit complete with fur sleeves which she wore to costuming contests, she quickly found herself right at home with like-minded folk. It wasn’t until she moved down to Campbell River that she found time to become active in a group. Her most vivid memory of that early time, is of that small band, on their knees petitioning the king so they might become the Shire of Cragmere.
Whereabouts
- Currently living in the Barony of Seagirt but participates in activities all over Insula Magna.
Awards
- Award of Arms
- Goutte de Sang
- Order of the Silver Pillar
- Order of the Seagull
- Beacon of Insula Magna
Coat of Arms
Argent, on a pale vert endorsed sable three escallops argent
Persona History
In her own words: "I was christened Doireann but I am always called by my nickname – Reann. I am a faithful Catholic, I wear the fisherman’s shell, that shows I have had the privilege to travel to the grave of Saint James in Santiago de Compostilla. My parents are from Armagh on the Isle of Eire, but I was born near Duns, in Scotland, in the same year that the good King Macbeth traveled on pilgrimage to Rome. My father saw to it that I learned to read and write, and tried to teach me music. My husband and I were married just after William the bastard took the English crown. We now live in a village near to where the Blacadder runs into the River Tweed. I have two married daughters and two granddaughters. I enjoy gardening, games, dance and music. But politics currently disrupts our lives, for when King Edgar died last year, Scotland became divided. Our king is weak, so we are fearful of attack from the south. They are a powerful nation that would steal our sovereignty. May God protect us. Written by my hand, this day, the eve of Michaelmas, in the year of our Lord 1108."
Infamy
“The Gift”
It was a hectic day, at our shire’s tournament. The seneschal’s court was overly long, the food was ready and I was impatient. When suddenly I was called into attendance, where kind words were spoken of me and I was handed a beautiful inlayed wooden game board. I gasped, not just any board but the Latrunculi variation that Lord Asa said he wanted to learn. I stood stunned, I forgot everything I ever learned about good manners. Asa showed me the board, explained that Todd had paid the cost of the materials and described its construction. (Mental note: Todd!, Todd!, I don’t even know Todd, I met him once!) It is possible that I bowed but I don’t remember. Afterwards, Asa came over to me and I proceeded to harangue him on how I did not deserve this, on and on and I must have carried on for some time because eventually I ran out steam and stopped. He spoke then for the first time and addressed me as you would a forgetful somewhat slow-witted child. He said “You’re supposed to say thank you”. Truly, I felt my heart hit the floor, and the words “thank you” came out of me in a whisper. Looking back on this now, I am aware, that as lovely as the Latrunculi game board is; it is that lesson given - that is Asa’s gift.