Story

In the Forest of Canutos, past the snowy peak of Jhijhamabad, located in the Northern Noronstronski, the bolotes from the village of Mu, near Kónrad, were celebrating a big party. The joyful music sounded among the trees, the flavour of the winery and the big feast impregned the ambience, thicker and more tasteful as the night went by.

Lost among the craze, the evil Hibön the sorcerer, the greedy tetrarch from Boro, Goro, Sé and Pa, was about to execute his harmful plot: To achieve a higher magic power, he pretended to use bolote’s vital energy, heavy on rays, lightnings and ectoplasms. He had chosen the best chance: the bolotes, drunk and docile, feeling like never giving up partying, won’t resist at all. Like the legendary Hamelin flute player, he would mislead them to «keep partying elsewhere», and that was exactly what he did. Forming a huge caravan, the bolotes submissively left the Canutos forest heading to Hibön’s realms.

Moggy, the key figure of all parties, didn’t have a good one that night. Somewhat away from the binge, he was sleeping it off way too soon. The mouthwashes from the Fairies and spiritis were making a mess in his stomach, and his mouth still burned for smoking of all those herbs from around the river, when he got up feeling lost, maybe awaken by the deafening silence which had spread across the whole valey.

Stumbling, and without a complete control upon his moves, he discovered in awe that, in the far, really too much far away, a stooped shape guided the whole population of Mu to a dark horizon. Trying to focus with his reddened eyes, he soon recognized the figure as Hibön. That couldn’t be anything good, so, the best he could, he began a dangerous trip to rescue his friends.