Rain pelts the windows of the manor house belonging to Senator Stapleton, and shafts of lightning intermittently illuminate the feverish swaying of the trees outside. The storm that cut short your hunting excursion is in full force now. A resounding report and blinding flash of light nearly knock you to your feet, and the house goes dark as the electric lights falter.
Match flames spring into the darkness and soon meet candles, bringing the room back to a soft glow. The murmuring of voices is broken by a horrific shriek from downstairs. You all rush to the basement, where your host had been checking on the electrical systems. There, the maid crouches over a horribly burned body; beneath the charred skin and blackened blood, yellow eyes stare up vacantly out of a green scaled face...
