The sun was setting in the distance across the whole of northrend, the chill of the air turned to a pure iced hatred towards warmth and kindness. The dark black clouds stalked the sky like a panther waiting for its prey.
The shadows of men and women emerged further in the distance, pacing slowly towards their goal, which was the huge arena ahead of them, although the light was diminishing there was still a hive of activity buzzing around the arena, carts with weapons and armour, fruit stalls selling all kinds of fruit to the tired and injured warriors leaving and entering the arena.
The previous mentioned men and women walked with increasing haste as they came closer to their goal, as they reached their destination their was whispers all around many of them consisting of "Is that group pwn?" or "Those are the legendary group pwn from the guild of rgc".
This group pwn continued up the stairs leading into the arena, they rested a while before being called into the arena floor...
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