About

About

The hazy sun lays shadows lithe and long across a midsummer meadow.

People gather to wait and watch, idly feasting on roasted hog and ale. Suddenly, the laughter and chatter is silenced by the thunder of hooves and the furious snorting of horses. The air is pierced by the screech of battle cry and the clashing of sword upon sword…

THIS, GOOD SIRS, IS THE LOXWOOD JOUST

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