"Yes, there are many tales, of a thing that follows furtively or with the pandemonium of a thousand devils, of a thing that roars or whispers balefully from the sand or from the wind, or stirs unseen in the coiling silence; or falls from the heavens like a crushing incubus, or yawns like a sudden pit before the feet of the traveller..."

With all thusly bespoken motions and ominous intent, the Malefactor has crossed the veil of time and space to take the place of The Pirate.  On this night, when the barrier between worlds grows thin, his abhorrence manifest and the gift of his dread realized in the heart of man, two hours of ritual majesty shall mark Summer's End.  The macabre specters of times long-past visit once more...