The two deadly beauties of Trial of the Grand Crusader. I think the dark one is prettier, natch.

If you get my drift. 

OR IS IT?
 

This Sunday, FR put the pedal to the metal and took down hardmode Northrend Beasts and two-shot Jaraxxus. We might have just barely managed the enrage timer, but isn't that what raiding is all about? BUYING THE WHOLE SEAT, BUT ONLY NEEDING THE EDGE!

The dripping fangs shows the actual level of difficulty we endured.

He's REALLY dead this time, promise! Look at that ghost. Trufax.

Summer is often a time where raid teams lose focus but Fordragon's remains ever vigilant, ever focused on maintaining our presence in the titan citadel of Ulduar. Not even the trial of the Crusader, a mockery of gladiatorial combat on the footsteps of Arthas' stronghold, can sway us from our goal.

I can say personally that this was a much deserved victory, stormclouds be damned.

The giant mechanical beast was finally bested, despite the tower's best efforts to destroy us.

Thorim was awoke from his terrible nightmare. IN THE MOUNTAINS!

We are far from done, however. Fordragon's has been pushing forward even to the whims of the Argent Crusade, valiantly defeating the enemies being thrown at us so that we might prove ourselves ready to fight Arthas. Val'nyr is almost in our grasp, the Wardens shall all be defeated and Algalon will be forced back to the heavens!