A fond memory came back to me a little while ago, of the night I received my Award of Arms (the above scroll) back on November 14th, 1992. An Award of Arms (AoA) is an SCA award usually given for services rendered to the local group, and mine was awarded for volunteering my skills as a graphic artist for the local newsletter and also for helping to arrange a spot for our group on a local public broadcasting channel in order to bring us more into the public's view.
I attended Aethelmearc Coronet Tourney (it was Coronet at the time, not Crown, because we were still a Principality of the Kingdom of the East and could only have seated Princes and Princesses) held in the then Canton of Port Oasis in Huntington WV and the current Royalty were Prince Christopher and Princess Maurya, who were in attendance to witness the selection of the new Heirs to the Thrones in trial by combat. Later that evening, during Their Highnesses Court, I was incredibly surprised to hear my name called, and wasn't too sure if I had heard aright - you see, I had been fighting a bad cold that year, and had started a little early on the Scotch that night in order to numb my throat a bit, so I was pleasantly buzzed and feeling no pain by that time. So I marched into Court, astounded that I was being summoned because I didn't really think that I had been doing anything special, but feeling at that minute as though I had forgotten something terribly important - kinda like leaving the water running to fill up a tub while you run down to the store for milk.
I was barely twenty feet from entering the Court area proper, when a Viking warrior, Lord Ragnar Ivarsson, called to me sotto voce to tell me to remove my weapons! That was it! I was still armed! It is (or was at the time) tradition to never enter the Royal presence during Court while wearing weapons. So, as everyone looked on, I removed my blades and laid the naked steel in the aisle for retrieval afterwards. First went the longsword from my left hip ( a right-handed swordsman wears his primary weapon on the left hip for the cross-body draw, and vice-versa), the short sword from my right hip, the scramasax from its resting place at the small of my back, the two daggers tucked into my leather arm bracers, the four throwing daggers tucked into my tall leather boots, the single small throwing dagger clipped to the chainmail at the back of my neck, and the large hunting knife on the front of my belt. By this time everyone was watching in amazement as the pile of steel on the floor finally stopped growing and I stepped into Court amid barely heard comments of "Dear God, do you think that's all?". As Princess Maurya read out my Award scroll, she amended it verbally to "our brave, noble, and very well-armed Brion Bearclaw", causing much laughter and an embarrassed flush to my cheeks.