The skies grow dark over Layonara. People shout for joy and celebrate through the day and night as word spreads across the land. The following day as heads buzz from the sorry after effects of a party gone on much too long, many notice the skies do not clear and a gloom begins to fall. As the days continue and rumors of monsters and even dragons abound, a new fear grips the people of the land. The war is gone but so is much of the world they knew. The streets are filled with many more whispers than before and the shadows grow long even at noon.
One such shadow hides an interesting little gnome. He watches the dark skies and the coming of the shadows. A twisted grin spreads over his face, distorted by the scar running the length of his left cheek. He rubs his hands slightly and pats his sack of gold. This gnome starts scheming and knows the time has come. The darkages are here and the shadows spread day and night. This gnome is wiley and knows full well the way to advantage this time.
