To “larp” is to be surrounded by ye olde tents on a scout site in the south of England, with no phone in your pocket but a candlelit tavern to your right, one selling every possible flavour of mead.

Beneath the towering concrete trunks of the Rockridge BART station in Oakland, Pleasanton resident Dr. Robert Holland dons chain mail and plated armor as he takes up his alter-ego, Prince of the Mists ...

On a recent Sunday in Volunteer Park, a medieval melee broke out. The sound of rustling chainmail commingled with deafening thwacks of foam swords against flesh. An armored knight dropped to his knees ...