"War for the Throne" Chapter3 origin ver.(22)
They finally arrived at the foothills of the Iron Needles.The distinctive,sheer sided spikes of black rock rose high above.The trio waited there until night fell.
The narrow mountain path wound its way up between rocky outcrops and into a natural basin within a ring of high peaks.A wide circle had been drawn in the dirt here and lined with torches that cast a flickering red illumination across the arena.A crowd of onlookers had formed,thick and bustling,everyone craning to see what was about to unfold.In the middle of the commotion the combatants stood ready;a big wolf warrior carrying a two handed battle axe,and a slim white rat armed with a pair of daggers.