It is the Eve of All Hallows. Gawain, Knight of the Round Tale, goes forth, summoned by Destiny. Across a moonlit plain, a shimmering castle seems to beckon. On its parapets, a breath of breeze stirs a banner. The knight nears the massive door knowing nothing of what awaits him behind those walls. Soon Gawain will discover what is known to men only in legends -- or nightmares. And so will you. As the underdemon, bat-monkey-man, reaches out his gnarled and furry hand to yours, you catch a glimpse of his wild eyes. They are dancing red with the flickering fire of BRIMSTONE.