The door to the hut hangs slightly ajar, and Takahaan pushes it open and enters, sword drawn. Surprisingly--or perhaps unsurprisingly, given the dilapidated state of the hut--there is no witch in evidence, nor any sign that there ever was one. The interior looks utterly disused: probably nobody has entered here for years, perhaps decades.
There is nothing in the way of furniture except for a very old chair that looks to have been carved from a tree stump and a few pieces of metal so rusted that it is impossible to determine what they were originally good for.
The rain begins to fall. Fortunately, the hut is still sound enough to provide shelter against it. As everyone squeezes in and settles down to wait out the downpour, a few of the adventurers notice a book wedged in a niche. The book seems to be an old journal, but most of the contents are completely illegible. Only a few scattered notes remain.
[sblock=Old Journal Notes][...] many survived, Thrune’s Fang will never sail again. The Allarian outpost must be completed without [...]
[...] fine hunting on the Shiv, but the bugs are a constant distraction. Nylithati’s skills as a healer help fight the sickness, but I fear she has [...]
[...] whisperings at night, odd dreams. In darker moments I wonder whether the island is truly haunted. Perhaps it is not just bodies that are stranded here, but souls. But I do not want to think like [...]
[...] founded. Nylithati has seized control of my crew. They are hers now. And so I have abandoned [...]
[...] fine home. Fresh water nearby and I need not endure Nylithati’s ceaseless raving about [...]
[...] will not be returning to that gray, silent island again. There is nothing there but horror [...]
[...] crew lurking about the area. They seem strange, almost feral. It has been almost ten years since the wreck. I wonder what strange beliefs Nylithati has [...]
[...] changed. There was no sign of Nylithati in the camp, but the focus of their ceremony was a cauldron they must have salvaged from the Fang at the base of the ruined lighthouse. It was into this that they threw the half-eaten body of the still screaming man [...]
[...] all around. I can hear them chanting in the green even now. They call her “Mother Thrunefang” now, and promise me immortality if I lay down my arms and surrender. I now know what their immortality consists of, and I’ll have no part of that corrupt life after [...][/sblock]
[sblock=History 21 (active only)]The Allarians have made many attempts in the past to establish an outpost on Smuggler’s Shiv, but none have ever been successful. These attempts started before the collapse of the old empire and continued even when its glory days were past.
[sblock=History 23 (same check)]”Thrune” is the name of an old and formerly very influential Allarian family. It is not known exactly what happened to them--their dealings became more obscure after the fall of the Empire.[/sblock][/sblock]