It was the end of another scorching summer day in the town of Line's End.  Those who had been forced to work outside, and it was a rare day that they envied the mine works, had been subject to the unrelenting heat and glare of the burning sun.  When the sun did finally dip below the horizon, it barely cooled, only the shade of night providing any relief.<br/><br/><strong>NALIN</strong><br/><br/>Nalin had come to Line's End following a trail of bodies, many blamed on her own people.  The trip had been slow and difficult, her kind unwelcome in many towns, forcing her to scavenge and hunt to survive.  The creature had always remained one step ahead, but now, here, somewhere deep in her heart she knew that she had reached her destination.<br/><br/>From a small hill Nalin could see the blight of Line's End in the distance.  There were piles of rocks and other debris that rose above even the highest of the town's buildings.  The natural landscape had been dug up and stripped bare, with no trees and little plant life within the town itself.<br/><br/>It was just as the sun's rays finally faded that Nalin spotted a strange sight, a crowd of at least twenty men armed with pick-axes, torches, and lanterns, heading towards a large building set slightly off from the rest and surrounded by a fancy wrought iron fence.  They barely paused at the fence, kicking open the gates and advancing on the front doors.<br/><br/><strong>CELIA</strong><br/><br/>The town of Line's End had been on edge for days, ever since the massacre of the Dominae Nostrae Aeternae Luvenis.  The locals were blaming the 'damnable injuns,' but that just didn't sit well with Celia.  Sheriff Cotchilde, the hired muscle that the Millerson Mining Company kept around to keep the locals in line, had taken his gang of deputies, along with a few of the more bloodthirsty miners, and set off to track down the raiders.  That had been two days prior, with no word back since.<br/><br/>For a week now Celia had been having dreams, of strange women in strange times, of monstrous beasts and inhuman creatures.  Worse, she had begun to feel like something was wrong, as if she was getting a whiff of sewage when nothing was there, a feeling that had left her on edge.  Between the two, she had struggled to sleep for more than a few hours in days.<br/><br/>As she sat at home, left to tend it for the day while the rest of her family headed out of town on the train.  They were supposed to have arrived back with the evening train, unfortunately, the evening train had yet to return.  As she sat there, she heard the buzz of angry voices, followed by flashes of light through the window.  A glance through the window revealed a crowd of at least twenty miners, clearly angry, heading towards the front door of the Mayor's Mansion.