Starfall

Painting the aether in colors too numerous to name, they carry every shade of Affliction down with them. Where they come to ground, they will remake any mortal they encounter. Animals twist into the mad Fiends of old stories, and humans rarely fare better. In time, the townsfolk will call this Starfall an ill omen— a sign that evil stalks the land once more. But their memory is short. Evil never left.