The warring Clandoms of Ingalia know
nothing of their mutual peril. They have forgotten the banished
one, cast in an
eternal, yet ever more uneasy, slumber. They have forgotten
Scrode, the Dark
Prince of Blackness. Scrode, who has slept for uncountable aeons
in the swirling
island fastness of Balge.
Somewhere amidst those
somewhere behind the dank walls of Balge, somewhere near Scrode's
lies his nightstand. And on his nightstand, spellset to maintain
sits a book of infinite evil, a noisome tome whose bonds of
sorcery will soon
hold all the Clans of Ingalia in thrall. The mightsome Cavorticon.
Written by Scrode's mother,
demi-goddess Poisibblia, the Cavorticon has not been used
the Great Clansman, with the aid of the Lords and Ladies of all
Poisibblia's own power against her, chaining her to a rock beneath
the sea and
banishing her son to eternal sleep.
age of peaceable fellowship has passed away and the Clans, having
fallen back to
petty warring, are no longer as one. And whose voice is that
whispering in the
waves that lap against Balge's timorous walls, drawing Scrode from
necromantic slumber? Soon he will arise and claim the Cavorticon.
Clan maidens will cavort with gibbering demons. Soon the risen
dead will cavort
with the risen moon. And innocent children will cavort with a band
talking farm animals, the Stable Horde.
Can Benemius, direct
descendent of Enemius
the Great Clansman, reunite the warring clans and destroy the Cavorticon,
and all of Scrode's fulsome malice? Or has the last sane dawn
risen over Ingalia?
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