[NSFW. Gore, horror, violence, etc. Unfinished. Use your imagination until it's fleshed out in the real world.] ((As most know, this community has undergone multiple server changes, and ownership changes. As a result, our final name was chosen to be PhoenixRisen, symbolizing rising from the ashes of our past incarnations.)) A cloaked figure approaches you. His hunch and staggered step suggest he is weary, or old, or both. He carries with him a rusted and creaking lantern in his left hand, and a small bell in his right hand. Holding the lantern up to his face, you can see battle scars have disfigured it. A foul cloud emanates from his mouth as he begins to moan out his story to you. You have heard of the Phoenix, correct? The great light that glows eternally. He pauses, taking a breath. But where there is light, there is darkness. And the Phoenix is no longer the only light. The monsters and ghoulies you fear are quick to stay away from the burning ferocity of the Phoenix that illuminates that which you cannot see. But in the distance, there is a tiny speck, often clouded by lanky figures and rushes of shadow. It is here you will find Kurai, the One Light in the Darkness. The town of Kurai is a part of the darkness that surrounds the land. We-- They are where there is no light. As such, they have created their own. They have adapted to the darkness, thrive on it, and suffer from it. Endless assaults of horrifying creatures press on and have hardened the residents within. Giant walls have been erected to keep out the living nightmares. Fires burn and little light shines within this town. They are but a faint glow. It is in this constant assault, however, that they have learned to use the darkness; learned to play it to their side. The old man rings the bell slowly. After a few chimes, a bloodcurdling scream is heard in the distance. He looks out far, shakes his head, and rests his weathered eyes on you once more. Another falls. The residents of Kurai have adapted to the darkness. They are in the caverns you dare not look down, the cellars you barricade off, the forests where there is no sound, the corners you stay away from, the roads you dare not tread upon! And if you were foolish enough to come upon this town, you would find only stillness, for the residents do not move in the presence of the living. They do not move if you can see them. The old man rings the bell again with a sigh. I must go now. I advise you, young adventurer. Do not seek safety in that light, for their only safety is in death.