Ancient legends tell of a war taking place beyond the realms of mortals, the mighty heavens feuding against the infernal hells, angels against demons.  For millenia, the two sides fought, their wars never ceasing, all fighting for some grand prize, one far beyond the comprehension of mortals.  Yet the mortals could safely ignore this grand war, were it not for the fact that several members from each side had slipped into the mortal world, continuing their schemes.  Few understand what they truly want, but it was clear that neither side of this war could be fully trusted.<br/><br/>Recently, rumors began to spread about town that a powerful demon had taken up residence in an abandoned monastary.  Villagers had gone missing, and those that were found reported signs of a small force of monsters hiding in the ruins.  A call went out for adventurers, one which Niarra and her companions decided to answer.  Lyla Spellweaver, an elven sorceress, Elise Dawnseeker, a human paladin, Sakane, a catfolk fighter, and Niarra Quickblade herself, an elven ranger, made their way through the ruins, at first only fighting small packs of kobolds and gnolls.  They had entered through a hidden tunnel, one they found thanks to a young merchant.  They had paid her a decent sum for the advice, and it seemed their investment was paying off handsomely.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, that was the last thing Niarra could remember.  Now, as she slowly came to her senses, she found herself a prisoner.  Her gear, and even her clothing, were nowhere to be found, the elf lying naked on the floor of a cell.  Sunlight streamed in through a barred window, and just outside her cell she could make out an identical one, with Lyla unconscious in much the same condition.  A moment later, she heard footsteps approaching from somewhere down the stone hallway.