They come for you during the night...your dreams are troubled and your sleep restless, yet you cannot shake yourselves awake. You hear them at the windows, you hear them at the door, you hear them under the bed - like the monsters of childhood scares.
They come for you during the night...and you know fear, like none you have before. Even the blood of blessed Anduiras or the courage of the Gods' chosen bring any comfort, for in sleep all men are equal; scion or commoner, paladin or heretic.
They come for you during the night...drawn to you by the warmth of you heart's blood. A warmth they so long for, but that they cannot have...for they can no longer bear the light of holy Avanalae, and must make do with the life-warmth of living man.
They come of you during the night...the dark beast made flesh, the evil that hides in all men's heart taken shape...
They come for you during the night...
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Every man gathered for this great task suffers from horrible nightmares; but wakes to find the monsters gone at first light. It was but a bad dream! But wait, what is this black rose that lies upon my pillow - it was not there yesterday!
The fear comes rushing back - what madness is this? You call upon your servants, but they are not there! Every servant and companion brought to this gathereing - lifelessly, bloodlessly sitting around the fire-place...
Then you wake up again...it is dawn, yes, but a black sun shines down upon you.
Welcome to your nightmare.