Synopsis: From distant lands they hear the cry, to take up arms against or die. With weapons forged of bones as blade, the devil's armory's been paid. A lone rider must use them well, to rid this realm of blackest hell. Others trade their soul in place of powers endowed to knife or mace. What earnest follows - good or bad - is as HE had hoped from such evil bag. For trade now plyed from regal throne, gifts deceitful prince his new found home.