Driana, the Drow rogue had been adventuring for quite awhile now. She had been separated from her party for a few days when she stopped in a small town out in the wilderness and went to the local Inn to see if her companions had passed through.
That is when she found out about the problem they had with an unknown that had taken over the mine just outside of town. No one that had gone in the mine had returned they said. The mayor was desperate to get the mine back in production since it was the town's main source of revenue and trade.
Driana gleefully accepted the promise of 500 gold to take care of their problem and set off to the mine. She figured her stealth and her natural abilities as a drow would make this a quick, profitable quest.
It didn't take her long to figure out that whatever was occupying the mine was toying with her. Driana could hear the creature mirror her footfalls in an attempt to hide them. She could hear a stray noise here and there but Driana couldn't pinpoint the source. She drew her daggers and started to re-trace her route to escape the mine. She had decided too late that she was in over her head.
Suddenly a bright light erupted behind her, Driana whipped around and dropped into a combat stance ready to attack the creature and she froze, her world falling into darkness.