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Year IIIV
A most fortunate number indeed for the near 4,000 souls who gathered at the 2026 edition of Alter Ego’s Magical Medieval Fayre. Verily, it was a day touched by enchantment.
Loyal subjects of years gone by, alongside bold adventurers making their first pilgrimage, came forth to revel within the glorious walls of Greensleeves Medieval Kingdom, marvelling at its splendour and wonder.
Whether noble lord or lady, humble peasant, wandering rogue, or wayfaring bard, all found merriment aplenty. Minstrels and merry-makers roamed the realm, tankards overflowed with mead and ale, tables groaned beneath hearty medieval fare, secret corners whispered of hidden delights, and more than 170 merchants displayed wondrous and mystical wares from across the kingdom.
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Arrows found their mark. Mead flowed freely.
The King’s murderer was unmasked.
Wits were tested. Champions did battle. Tomatoes flew through the air.
Steel was forged. Feet danced until dusk. Pies vanished with remarkable haste.
‘Twas a day filled with laughter, fellowship, and tales worthy of the grandest feast halls. To all who journeyed to our kingdom, we offer our deepest thanks.
Until the banners rise once more… huzzah!
