You all stand upon a hill, just beyond the village. Fields of grain stretch out before you, golden after a warm summer and nearly ready for harvest. Despite the season's usual heat, though, the air has grown cool but agitated, and the weird semi-darkness that started nearly an hour ago has deepened into twilight.
The panicked villagers have long since taken to their cottages as the roosters crow nervously and the crickets begin too early their nightly chirping. From the distant village center, the bell tower sounds a few mournful notes and falls silent.
Looking up, you see that the great black hole in the sky has now nearly consumed the Sun.
"How long will this go on, again?" asks your guide.
"The Orrerer told us it will last just a few minutes --"
"Make good with your gods!" shrieks one of the Dark Church criers from afar. "The End is here!"
"-- but They say forever."
Across the plains, you see the horizon darken and seethe, a great arc of shadow sweeping toward you, faster than imaginable. You tighten the grip on your weapon. Above you, the Sun flares in one final instant of bright, beautiful glory, then sinks into the blackness of an unexpected night.
