Various organizations and individuals find themselves finally rid of their most embarrassing associates. Beer is purchased, handshakes are almost extended, and a midnight crossing leads to a murky morning.
What will our heroes find on the grey and forbidding shores of the eldritch isle? What are the three statues that gaze out over the foam-flecked ocean? Is there firewood? Where is that thing I know I packed just this morning, the one with the wooden handle and the spiky bits? I’d swear I just had it.