Mob Lodge

"The darkness stirs. The Player has played. The board is set, and the game nears its final breath. Four shall rise—one of rot, one of bone, one of shadowed black, and one of fiery stone. Together, they will face the End, and with grievous cause, they will strike him down. Yet this triumph shall not come without its price. One will return, bearing a rainbow's light at their side. Another shall fight until their last breath, their victory shrouded in solemn death. If these trials falter, if the threads of fate unravel, the world itself shall fall into the grasp of endless death"