It was a night like any other in the lumber village of Guldorand. The villagers had made their way indoors for the night, unknowing of the shadows that lingered just out of sight. From within the Log Jammer, the shapes of several very darkly clad figures manifested into sight. Their flesh and clothing were covered in the deepest black, making them very hard to see until they were very close. They swarmed the residents of the inn, subduing them before dragging them outside. Once away from the Inn, the shadowy figures vanished into a portal, taking their prisoners with them. Before stepping into the portal, one of the figures turned toward the inn, bombarding it with fireball after fireball, before diving into the portal to escape the blasts.
By the time the dust had settled there was nothing left of the monsters who swept through the town in the cover of darkness. The explosion could be heard all around the mountain, drawing the attention of nearby adventurers who arrived on the scene hoping to help. They were far too late. The damage had already been done and several of the villagers were missing. Two were dead. It would seem that whoever had caused this injustice to Guldorand had got what they came for. The black shadowy figures had vanished as quickly as they came. Passing like the a storm over the quiet town.