After a long day of work, the clutter of the day begins to clear. On your way home you come across the local mine, the Age of Dark’s endless night skies lighting it in an ominous shroud of mist and shadow

From the mine stammers a short hooded figure dressed in purple and gold cloaking. In their hand they brandish a staff adorned with a skull at its tip. Closely behind them followed an entourage of skeletons, all armed