The hunchbacked monster ran a palm over his slime-covered face to spread gelatinous gel over his spiked hair. Then he stretched each point higher. Even though Captain Sludge had a strong frame, he’d need to look as tall as possible for his meeting with Lord Sickhert.
Here, in a cavern deep beneath Artania, scores of Shadow Swine were gathered on the bank of the River of Lies. Their bodies surged and swelled as they breathed in sulfuric fumes from the bubbling river.
These soldiers began molding nightmares in the vapors, their piggish nostrils flaring with each breath of blue-grey steam. Soon horrible dreams would turn people away from creating.
“Yes, make the humans cry out in terror,” Sludge said as his jackbooted feet drew closer. “Strike fear into every artist who dares sing with pai
