Knight Rasaan stepped forward onto the large, dark metal square, already occupied with Death Knights in shade black armour, most of them his initiates, trained vigorously. With their winged black helmets, near black cloaks and no brighter than black armour, one could mistake the group as a funeral party, except for four large, grotesque gargoyles perching on nearby rocks. Each held in its sharp claws the end of a long, rusting chain connected to a corner of the metal square. Previous - The Ultimatum Next - Crystal Green