You awake by the embers of the flickering campfire, the crypt's misty darkness encroaching all around you. The, last log went hours ago, and the precious light is dwindling. You quickly light a torch, but it's too late, the old ones have found you! It's fight or flight. You scramble to your feet and look around. There is a chilling gust of wind and your torch flickers out. You turn to run but they draw in closer. Backed into a corner, your only hope is slashing at darkness. Your breath is sucked from your lungs, as living darkness presses against you. There is a sudden stab of pain, deep, deep inside... And then nothing at all. Instinct: To snuff out light and life

• Drag a foe into the shadows of death
• Let mortal steel pass through its shadowy form
• Use death to bring another from the shadows
• Create darkness where there once was light