By the time you have all made it out of the house, the miners had already given up for the night and headed back to town. That didn't stop them from leaving tools and overturned dirt all about their strip mine. The falling rocks wasn't the only strange thing about the night. Looking up at the starry night they sky was a frightful shade of crimson. The sky looked as though it had been torn asunder and set fire. Embers rained all around and patch of grass had been caught on fire. The handful of outsiders if they had an ounce of brain in their skull knew what was standing before them. A rift in the material plane, and a figure standing inside it.<br/><br/>From the front, all that could be seen was a males silhouette darkened by the fiery plane behind him. He slowly started to clap as he walked forward on top the air. Slowly the man came into view. He looked pale and frial, maddened eyes with darken circles underneath. He was wearing a very formal if not olden looking attire made even more peculiar by his top hat and cane. With a wicked smile he looked at the little people down below his feet then spoke.<strong>"Bravo, Bravo! I thought I'd never escape from that wretched place!" </strong>His voice sounded happy if not somewhat sinister as well. He stopped his slow clapping and scanned the lot of you in detail<strong>"Now! To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"</strong><br/><br/>(http://i749.photobucket.com/albums/xx134/ulthakptah/1317712558246.jpg)<br/><br/>