Like the awful spectre of darkness the book described him as, he materialized from the smoke that had been gathering up towards the ceiling of the room. He landed outside the circle, trailing smoke and ragged clothes. They all screamed in unison as they watched the tall creature stand up to its full height, its body covered in a cloak of darkness that seemed to shimmer in the pitiful light of their horns as it moved, its body covered in tattered cloth that trailed the ground beneath its shadowy shroud, its head covered in a shawl like a funerary shroud. Its long foreleg clasped a torch of blue flame in its claw, grey with red streaks along its flesh and strange rocky protrusions along its individual digits. It looked up at them, and all they could see was an ineffable darkness for a face. “Tabhair dom rud éigin a dea greim…” it intoned, its voice heavy with malice.