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Streamers flew in the afternoon breeze. Lightning purple, for LeSage. Apple green for the Rainwood Foresters. Red for the Terramens of wildgrove and Yellow for the king.
Yellow for Oakmont.
The summer sun shone bright but cool. And on a wide dirt field, steel glinted.
The first tilt found Sir Gawain The Green up against a mystery knight going by sir Paul, The Pale. Sir Gawain was a Forester, and a favorite of the king. His father was lord of The Great Meadow and Giant’s eye, not especially rich lands, though wide and verdant. His station had been elevated because of the king’s favor, which some whispered was undue. But one thing was for certain, Sir Gawain looked splendid. His armor, a full suit of enameled green steel shone like a green sun in the golden afternoon light.
His horse was a large golden palfrey, well groomed and noble. A round four strand braid fell down its main in lazy loops.
The mystery knight by comparison, looked a drab thing. His armor was matte and gray, dented from hard use and improper care. Rust had formed around its edges, giving his a sodden look. The single wilted gray feather atop his helm did not help the look. His name was apt, as his armor soaked up the sun like a cave lizard. His horse was not golden. Sir Paul’s mount was gray and speckled like his armor. Small and jumpy. A mutt.
