Season 2 - Dragonforged EU

Background story
"No one believes me anyway"... mumbled an old drunkard, while entering his favorite tavern. The place was full of knights trying to rest after a tedious journey to reach the outher skirts of the kingdom. The famous local brewage filled every cup, as stories of battle and glory were proudly shared. The old drunkard, who's name no one knew, sat down and expectedly asked for a cup. This time though, he was able to pay with something. As the inkeeper put his hands on that object, it felt like the noise in the room was cancelled by some mystical power. From the back of the room the rumblings became clear and formed questions: "where did he find it?". "Could it be?". The attention of everyone was focused on the object, that looked like a shining horn of some kind. The only one who knew were it came from, channelled all his senses towards the bottom of his cup. One of the knights, a wise looking old man with scars all over his face, towered above everyone else and started with a deep voice: "If this is indeed the horn of the infamous dragon Tuncay... and I think we all came here for the same reason, then we might be one step closer to the location he died at. The legend says that these horns were the source of the immense power of the dragon. With this material in the hands of our best blacksmiths, who knows what armors could be made." The room was struck by a strong wave of enthusiasm, as everyone geared up and was ready to leave. "Now we just need to get the information out of that drunk fellow over there" said one of the knights. In front of the tavern was a bucket with ice cold water and in a blink of an eye it's content was emptied on the poor unsuspecting man. With a loud noise he awoke of his drunk slumber and was instantly overwhelmed by a siege of questions. "Back in the woods..." he started and calmed everyone down. "There is a hole in the ground in which I stumbled." Some of the drunk knights bursted into drunk laughter to the expected beginning of the story. "This hole led me to an underground network of corridors all of which ended in a big cave looking like a graveyard. And there it was. That's it." Without even waiting for the last word to be spoken, the group of knights strutted away.

3 weeks later the news was part of every conversation the taverns fueled with drinks. They had found it, horns over horns that once graced the majestic countenance of Tuncay the Dragon, now deconstructed to be processed into the strongest armors the kingdom has ever seen. The knights, hoping to make a fortune with these horns, made them available in realm chests for everyone to get. But there are also still a significant number in the graveyard, sparking Guild Wars and a merciless arena for the strongest of knights.