Incabulos (in-CAB-yoo-lohs)  is the Power of evil sendings – plague, sickness, drought, famine, nightmares. He is hideous in aspect, with skeletal hands, a deformed body, and a nightmarish visage. The black-cloaked rider of nightmare steeds has few worshippers on Wearth, but many seek to propitiate him with offerings. This is especially true in lands ravaged by famine, where disease has spread from unburied bodies on battlefields, and where chronic fear grips the common folk. His symbol is the magic icon for the Eye of Possession. Incabulos hates all other gods, although he is indifferent to Nerull, who completes the work Incabulos starts.

The suffering of the world is meat and bread to Incabulos. Sickness, famine, and other curses bring him power. Some feel that the Black Rider can be warded off or appeased by prayers; but this only delays the inevitable. The world of dreams is his battleground, and he wages war against minds just as he rots bodies.

The scattered clerics of this Power have opportunities to sway hearts and minds in places of despair. Incabulos delights in being feared as much as in being revered, he is said to be able to use an almost irresistible sleep spell on victims, but he loves to sense their abject fear before he closes their eyes.

Those who worship this terrible Power are intensely secretive,  even other evil clerics hate them. Incabulos’s temples are always subterranean affairs in forsaken lands or desolate places. Services to the Power feature weird humming and droning chants in near darkness, illuminated only by light from fat, smokey black candles. Followers celebrate multiple iniquities with their clerics and pray for the arrival of more evils into the world.

The clerics of Incabulos are highly secretive, many members are paranoid to the point of insanity. Fear and threats are used to maintain secrecy and the obedience of juniors. Clerics of Incabulos revel in suffering, slow tortures, and inflicting diseases and misfortunes.