/tags/renaissance-faire/Recent content in Renaissance-Faire on Gromet's Plaza ArchiveHugoen-usThu, 12 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2018/04/12/the-kingdom/Thu, 12 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2018/04/12/the-kingdom/<p>story continued from <a href="kingdom.html">The Prologue</a></p> <p><strong>Chapter 1: Enter Jodie</strong></p> <p>When I pulled my moped up to the Notts’ Faire entryway, I was surprised to see a brand new security check point with a car barrier. Several uniformed guards sat inside the security hut.</p> <p>As I approached, a burly guard exited the hut and stepped up to me with a clipboard. Once I came to a stop, he asked, “Can I help you, ma’am?”</p>/stories/2018/04/12/the-kingdom/Thu, 12 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2018/04/12/the-kingdom/<p><strong>Prologue</strong></p> <p>The Renaissance Faire has always been a refuge for freaks and weirdos. A safe place for the socially awkward and misunderstood. For the last 3 years, however, Notts’ Renaissance Faire in Georgia has expanded it’s demographic to a new clientele. One with incredibly deep wallets and the need for total and complete anonymity.</p> <p>But before we get into that, let me start with a bit of history. My name is Ali Rook. Ali’s short for Alison. Just your average, pretty, slender, freckled, 26 year-old redhead who happens to run a Renaissance Faire. Of course, “average”, by Ren. Faire standards, is antonymous with the conventional definition of the word “average”. Most average 26 year-old girls don’t inherit multi-million dollar corporations from their extended family members.</p>