Location: The Final Rest
It was dark, the air was stagnant and the wind was nothing. The moon hung on the horizon like a white pearl that was polished to a gleaming brilliance, the area below the moon however was a different story. Tombstones of every shape and size jutted from the earth where their owners lay in an eternal sleep, they were old the elements had worn most of them down to where you couldn't read most of the writing on the tombstones or would crumble at the touch. Some graves had yet to be completely dug up before some "Unknown" means ended their lives leaving their bodies impaled on spears, swords, axes, etc. Surrounding this demented cemetery was a long rusted iron fence that rose high into the air only the tallest of tombstones seemed to peek over the imprisoning iron bars of the fence. At the far back was the eye-catcher of the cemetery that stretched and yawned upwards into the night sky, it was a large gothic style mausoleum. The Mausoleum had countless numbers of windows each window had stone moldings of different events in time that had taken place while it stood. Gargoyles leaned over corners of it like hungry hawks on the verge of dive bombing onto fresh prey their eyes never seemed to take their eyes off of intruders. Inside of the mausoleum was dank and dark each of the many rooms were littered with bones and carcasses of rats that had nibbled on the many cursed laying about.
The main hall is where the fated two shall meet in battle and only one shall stand.