The Stygians were consolidating their beachhead in the Foyer, but
something approached from the sea... something black-robed, with
crimson fire burning from under its cowl.

Deep within the Stygian portal, this newcomer's power drew notice,
and something was set to meet it. Another creature stumbled from the
breach, though this one was less impressive to look upon. It had less-
than the height of a man, but more-or-less a man's shape... at least
as far as could be determined, since it was swathed head-to-toe in
tattered purple robes. It limped as it came, supporting itself on a
twisted crutch... it's hands and feet bound under spotted dressings.
Greasy ropes of hair hung from under its cowl, framing a face
similarly bandaged. One burning ember that might have been an eye
glared through a gap in the bandages.

Ignorning the inhabitants of the house and the monsters, it hobbled
from its realm to Arcadia, then through the shattered door and onto
the step. The stones beneath its twisted feet cracked and wept, and a
wind, hot and dry, began to howl across the plains and through the
surrounding streets, clashing with the muffling fog brought by the
Ravenlord's ship where they met...

Whatever it was, mage or minion or something altogether other, it
waited upon the arrival of the one it had been set against...