A shadow of a man stood over a large mound rock flattened to be used as a table.  His large hands delicately moved awkward looking pieces around on it.  He seemed to ponder over this for a little while before taking up one piece, made of black onyx, and crushed it in his hand.  He dusted off the remains of the piece with both of his hands and laughed.  He then pulled out a piece of string and connected two pieces.  One was a ruby and the other one was another piece of onyx, larger than the one crushed earlier.  The dark man smiled as the flickering torches on the wall that lit the room.  He seemed quite pleased at what he was looking at.
    "Master," said suddenly buy a man standing at the entrance of the strange room, "There is something to report…  A strange zombie, speaking a language in my mind I can not determine and wearing…," The man paused and cleared his throat, one hand grasping something around his neck.  "He is wearing two of your medallions, master.  One is…"
    The dark one turned around to look at his apprentice and smiled, which caused quite a look of fear across the apprentice's face.  He then raised a long crooked finger across his lips.  "Shhhhhhhhh… I know this already.  Take me to him.  It begins."
    The dark one followed the apprentice out of the room, shutting a heavy metal door behind them.  The ruby piece on the table began to move, sliding across the table almost to the edge before it was stopped.  Stopped by a black chord tied to the center piece.