The Rumored Noiseless Kingdoms was a sad land. For the last 700 years the rulers of this nation had been vacillating between the worship of Acmok Sacklice, the Lord of Muck, and Engo Sweatugly, lord of disease and deformity. Rivals and allies at the same time, these two disgusting deities have held the nation in a terrible and firm grip. From the Lustful Dead Smut-Church in the capital Winterback, Sweatugly ensures the prevalence of disease, deformity and evil...
Only one woman dares stand up to tyranny: Peklod Jasroemoth. Orphaned by a carp attack at a tender age, her parents could not defend themselves: Carp are the divine fish of Sweatugly, and to kill a carp would be heinous... if one actually succeeded in destroying a carp. She swore revenge that day and never put down a sword and to slay carp wherever they hide.
Peklod has trained for years secretly in the town of Abmuthe, preparing for the time when she would strike against the Lustful Dead Smut-Church. Finally, in year 1050, she took up the blade and prepared to leave Abmuthe, but not before gathering some information.
"Life, in a word, is Muck", said the mayor. The mayor had carefully applied a layer of mucus to his entire body, as the worshippers of Acmok are required to do every day. Peklod hid her disgust.
"Tell me of the Capital"
"Winter Back is far South-West of here"
"The Lustful Dead Smut-Church who worship Engo Sweatugly is there."
Peklod left immediately, but not before the mayor tried to convert her to the ways of muck. She declined politely, and left the city.
She surveyed the land. Everywhere there was Muck, Deformity and Disease. The competing religions were everywhere, but all she saw were temples to Sweatugly. Soon they would burn.
After a long tiring walk she arrived at Winterback. Slowly she made her way to the temple. It was a revolting place, a murky pond lay in the middle while a few haphazard columns held up the roof. Petitioners surrounded the place, with self-inflicted deformities and diseases, praying to Sweatugly.
She went into the temple. In front of her materialized a hunchbacked man with pustules leaking all over his face. "Greetings" he sneered, "I am the high priest of this temple. My name is Subi Stathraluth."
Subi Stathraluth. They didn't know that she was an enemy. She would have to use this to her advantage...
