Tourney Days
Hidden in his coat is a red right hand
Lances splintered, and swords clanged against shields, while colossal hooves churned the earth underneath muscled chargers. The crowd cheered and jeered as their favorites emerged victorious; or hurtled through the air in defeat.
However, nobody knew his name: He was announced simply as the Vermilion Rider. The stranger lived up to his foreboding moniker on that dark day, spilling the blood of many a fellow knight. The champions all trembled when it was their time to ride against him.
And tremble they should, for he was wrath incarnate - their fallen lord returned to exact vengeance upon those who betrayed him.
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