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aiden's cauldron
The quaint little hamlet of Morgan’s Creek was nestled snugly in the watchful shadow of the Castle on the hill. Together, they struck a pose that was fairy-tale perfect.
But the Castle was Evil, an unbound nightmare that ran liquid with horrors so vile even the bravest refused to speak of them.
At the very heart of that Castle, concealed behind a labyrinth of constantly shifting passageways and hidden, unsuspected death, sat the cold-blue granite that was Aiden’s Cauldron. It was this crucible that held the key to the mystery of the Castle – and the only way out for those trapped in the valley below.
Summoner's Innskeep: Aiden’s Cauldron Trilogy Book 2
He was a master of deceit, a skilled practitioner of the complex illusion. His magic was strong, surpassed only by a voracious appetite for what was not his. He thought himself eternal – and the Party as insignificant mortals, nothing more than flotsam cast inconsiderately in his way. Yes, they had bested him once, but forces had effected his escape; forces, they had found, that demonstrated he was more than merely evil… He was the embodiment of Death itself.
Klaige and Sendraak knew he had to be stopped. They, and the remainder of the Party, would follow him across strange worlds, through measureless dimensions, risking their very lives – their very souls – to do what had to be done: Find him and put an end to his vile unholiness for now and forever! They would have to face him down once again – in his own domain; a place, some fifty fathoms beneath the surface, that held more than just an inkling of a tomb.
Premature victory, they were about to discover, was exactly that… Premature!
Thus continues the fantasy adventure
AIDEN’S CAULDRON TRILOGY
BlackFriar’s End
They had bested the Counterfeit Illusionist, sealing his fate forever in a tomb of his own making. Yet Aiden’s Cauldron had eluded them one more time, again slipping away — seemingly drawn by a power even greater than Inkletomb.
Sendrak, his soul caught in the struggle of a Cleric-Assassin, had chosen to pursue the ever-transient crucible… for his own unspoken reasons. For him, and for the others led by Klagge, now a magic-wielding Paladin, the answer to the mystery that was Aiden’s Cauldron lay in the Monastery where it had originally been forged.
But the Monastery had been fragmented as it was consumed by the very earth itself, and somehow drawn into the netherworld beneath the surface, where a foe waited impatiently for any unwary prey. And like the enclosed darkness of that entrapped Cloister, the Party was about to discover that some battles would have to be fought… from within.
The Quest’s end — their end — lay cloaked in that BlackFriar’s courtyard… buried deep underground.