The Wrathwitches of Glanargen Isle (STORY IN DESCRIPTION)

The first explorer's to arrive at the Glanargen from the Iron Kingdom did not return. No communications were received, just.... silence. When a second exploratory crew was sent, one note by carrier wyrm was received. It read simply, "Found advance base camp-Not found Capt. Branzgeiter or crew-No sign of battle-Smoke in the distance-Will investigate." Again, weeks later, no furthering communications had been received. Until one day, the HMS Damecleitz came sailing into Iron Harbor. Sails shredded, steam engines seized up and useless. Every bit of lumber was scorched as if the entire ship had passed through Hell itself. And lashed to the mainmast, was an emaciated half mad Capt. Branzgeiter. He wouldn't speak for days, only howling incoherently with only the occasional recognizable word, concerning flames and torture and blood. Until one morning he clasped the arm of a maid so hard it bruised painfully and hissed. "The Wrathwitches! Heaven forgive us...We awakened them... beware...!"