Creeping Night

Lock the doors, shutter the windows, and keep that damn fire burning.

At the turning of the Age, at the end of an Era, the sacred light of Lux fails, and the inky black fog at the edge of the world seeps inwards to envelope the land.
Although day and night have lost much of their meaning in Prismaria, this is no ordinary night. As darkness falls, the wind picks up and Void Fog crawls across the land, erasing all it encounters from existence. Only objects illuminated by some kind of light source is spared from its all consuming hunger.
In the legends of Ages past, the Creeping Night is said to bring with it winds that seem to scream and howl. Some believe that these are the wailing of damned souls who were caught out in the open during previous Creeping Nights. These tortured spirits are filled with envy and spite, and seek out lights to snuff out and doom the living to their own fate.

Ignore the wailing and the howling and the pounding. And for the love of the light do not let the bloody fire die!

Type

Metaphysical, Astral