The Devil In The Pale Moonlight. (Yes, At Least Until One Of The Adventurers Sees Through All The Bullshit And Completes The Quest To Make You And Anyone Else That Survives PCs...)

Oh, on the list of reasons your life is a living nightmare, you and the rest of the pissants are bound to this place as quest givers, and sacrifices to an outcast Duke of Hell known as The Lord of the Shadowy Dances. On the night of the full moon each lunar cycle unless it is so overcast as to blot out the moon, 'The Devil in the Pale Moonlight' comes dancing through the village...

He stands twice as tall as even the noble-born raiders, with horns of silver on his head, silvery gray hair, and eyes, great teeth like ivory fangs, and pearlescent nails, talons really, on his fingers and toes. His skin though is ebony black, like the space between the stars in the nighttime sky, and he has adorned it with piercings of platinum and diamond to mimic constellations of someplace you've never been...

IF any of the adventures ever bothered talking to you they would learn that every full moon one of you is called to follow the Lord of the Shadowy Dances out of the village and is never seen again, but the next time he appears he has yet another 'shadow dancer' following him...

Yeah, you tried talking to the adventures at first, but they were not intrested in talking, so now you just want to die and get it over with. There are only twelve of you left, in one year, maybe a little more if the weather is favorable, you will all be gone...

You have a horrible feeling that if that happens the entire world just lost.

'It'd serve the bastards right!' You think for the umpteenth time.