The Tournament

Castorr scrubbed the bile and ooze of a dozen dead abominations from his armour as he pondered his latest missive.

'Those remaining will be drawn to a distant land where they will battle for the prize.'

The Argent Tournament had arrived in far off Icecrown, 'it was time' he thought.

All of the most battle hardened warriors would heading there, both noble and viscious. Castorr had to ensure his Order was represented, and hopefully, with the Light's Blessing would be triumphant over allcomers.