Prologue
Six people sat around a large table in a basement. On the table was a grid, and on the grid were little figurines. There was little lighting in the room, a small naked bulb hanging over the table doing its best to provide light for the room.
Marc Dures, the owner of the basement, was studying a paper set out before him. He was in his late 30’s, and had often served as a leader for the group. But this night was not his. Tonight belonged to Quentin Mathers, a man the group had met a