Random Dishrag Bardic Guild
The not-registered unofficial heraldry of the Random Dishrag Bardic Guild: a mop in the form of a musical note with a dishrag for an eighth note flag.
This is the official page of the deeply unofficial Random Dishrag Bardic Guild. Which is, by definition, very random. Our mission is to invade kitchens and wash dishes while singing anything we feel like singing. These invasions are unscheduled and spontaneous (random).
The Dishrag Bardic is an extremely low-brow bardic event suitable to scullery folk, in which we invade the kitchen, wash the pots, mop the floors, etc., all while carrying on in a most delightfully unseemly fashion at the top of our lungs. In addition to the usual more proper bardic forms and rounds we applaud and encourage bawdy songs, off-color jokes, silly poetry, and no-sh**-there-I-was stories. If you cannot carry a tune without a bucket - fear not! - we have buckets and we're not afraid to use them. If you just want to wash dishes and listen, you are welcome. If you just have something bardic to share in order to entertain us while we wash, you are welcome. Singing along with performers is always welcome.
Membership entitles you to initiate a Dishrag Bardic any time you like and to confer membership upon any and all who participate. Anyone who wishes may declare him- or herself a member of the guild and may carry one or more dishrag(s) emblazoned with the guild's (completely unofficial) badge. Participation results in membership and there is NO minimum talent requirement.
The Random Dishrag Bardic Guild is the brainchild of Suba al-Hadid and Ysmay de Lynn. What started as a silly response to a call for volunteers to wash dishes after a feast became an ongoing tradition after it was so well received.
How to join the Random Dishrag Bardic Guild: Participate in or perpetrate a Dishrag Bardic. Feel free to add your name to this list or to ask another member to do so.
- Suba al-Hadid (founding member)
- Ysmay de Lynn (founding member)
- Angela Mori
- Ari of Hartshorn Dale
- Jayme Hume of Berwick
- Judith FitzHenry the Uncertain called "Judith! Yay, Judith!"
- Karl Aerdigwidder von Zauberberg called Baron Fum
- Lianor de Matos
- Márkus of Bhakail
- Ragi Ottärrson
- Sabine de Kerbriant
- Violet Coleson
- Zhelana Tomeslavitsa
Words by Lianor de Matos (Tune: "Deck the Halls"):
Join the Random Dishrag Bardic fa la la la la la la la laaa Doesn't matter how we start it fa la la la la la la la laaaa Watch the dishes getting cleaner fa la la fa la la la la laaa Many hands make hard work leaner fa la la la la la la la laaaaa
Words by Suba al-Hadid (Tune: "Dona Nobis"):
Jo-in the Ra-andom Di-ishrag Bardic Di-i-ishra-ag Ba-ardic, in the kitchen now Join the Di-ishrag Bardic Dishrag Bardic, in the kitchen now Join the Random Dishrag Bardic Dishrag Bardic, in the kitchen now
[razeavillage_fred] A Grimm Tale of a recent event.
Children, let me tell you the story of Bran and the Magic Madrigal Dishrag Fairies. It is a tale of Dancing Fighters and heroism, or alchemy and magic.
There was once an inexperienced Event Steward named Bran. When faced with missing a wonderful fair, or muddling through it himself Bran grumbled and grudgingly volunteered, instantly regretting the idea for worry of all the expectations and details. Bran found the writings of the stewards before him, including the secrets of conjuring the Vivacious Volunteers and the Magic Madrigal Dishrag Fairies. With thoughts of his imminent failure Bran called out to these angelic forces and was assured they would be there when he needed them.
As time passed and the day of reckoning approached problems and needs came to Bran's attention. Before he could say more, one of these magical creatures would sweep whisk away issues and fill the chinks in armor and gaps in the wall. Even his Co-Event Steward seemed to have precognitive powers, launching missives to the magical forces even before the issues occurred, thinking of details where no-one else had and producing swag from thin air.
Bran worried, for because of how well these unseen cherubim handled their details, he had nothing to do but to worry. He feared for the event's success because it couldn't possibly be this easy.
The day of the event finally arrived. As Bran nervously paced and wondered if anyone would arrive, the Vivacious Volunteers and the Magic Madrigal Dishrag Fairies materialized in a whirlwind. Shade flies arose from the ground like sprouting mushrooms, furniture moved as if enchanted. Treasure troves of games, art and science activities sprang open from the very hall walls.
To Bran's bliss and surprise as he paced the hall looking for pitfalls and fires, there was simply wall-to-wall smiles. Salt was turned to clay, stings to coronets, and bedding to swords. The children of the East Kingdom made and donned heraldry of their own design. Tasty morsels of of food appeared from the ether in wave after wave. The fighters at hand not only displayed their valiant prowess on the list, but joyously danced with thier consorts.
The Vivacious Volunteers and the Magic Madrigal Dishrag Fairies had done it all.
And then, as magically as it all had come to be, the whole fair disappeared in a twinkling! The furniture returned to its racks, trash walked itself to its destination, the toys put themselves away. Bran was amazed at the strength and longevity of this good magic.
Here my children is where you may say most stories would end, but this one has one more chapter.
Bran thought, after all they have done, the least I can do for Vivacious Volunteers and the Magic Madrigal Dishrag Fairies is to make them a snack and let them relax and sit, so he invited them to his hovel in the woods. He offered them some food and finally slumped into his chair, tired from all his nervous pacing. With the last bit of magic for the day and in spite of how tired they were from all they had already done the Magic Madrigal Dishrag Fairies flew to Bran's hearth, and cleared not only their own dishes, but all that were there, all the dust all the dirt (and home repairs even) - all the while making beautiful music and joyful noise.
The morals in this story are many my children. Many hands make light work, yes. Acts of kindness repaid in kind, yes. But please remember this tale when you too are called for as a Vivacious Volunteers and the Magic Madrigal Dishrag Fairy.
I wish to thank everyone involved in the (It takes *My* Child to) Raze a Village event held 8/28 in Barony Bhakail - and will enumerate them individually in another email. It was an amazing event.
I would like all to know what an exceptional society we are part of, the kind of friends we are to one another and the kind of things we can do when we come together.