Hearken Septentria and ne'er forget
For before the Wolf, Ram and Keep,
The Hare and Cup, There was the Bear.
Swift in battle, gifted in arts,
Guardian of hearth, Ealdormere's heart.

And many are the Names held high in our past,
But this, Your Excellencies, is your Lineage.
First came Gillian D'Uriel, Wise foundress of Love's Court
In days of misty past.

Then came Kaffa Murriath, second of that line,
Mother of tradition, true spirit of the land.
And Aedan O'Kincorra, First of the Patrimony,
Heart of the Bear, Lord Lieuftenent of yore.

Then came Dianne D'Arnot, third of her line,
Hearth keeper, future foundress.
And Cordigan D'Anot, second of his line,
Bardic lord, founding father.

Then came Adrielle Kerric, fourth of her line,
Flame haired, one true daughter.
And Ieaun MacKellmore, third of his line,
Hearth's shield, called to Crusade.

Then stood Adrielle alone,
Flame's gaurdian, til the next are chosen.

Then came Gaerwen of Trafford, fifth of her line,
People's servant, legend's weaver.
And Cynred Broccan, fourth of his line,
Sure spear, tradition's remembered.

And then came Domhnail Galbraith, sixth of her line,
Art's Mistress, fierce sword.
And Corwyn Galbraith, fifth of his line,
Deadly axeman of quiet wisdom.

This then is your heritage, wrapped in legend made truth,
Burden and joy, the High seats of Septentria
Stand true to your history and be remembered with joy.