Crabhaven

Confession of a Witchfinder

The door flew up from the imprint of a boot. The lights flickered within the old warehouse as we hurried down the stairs. It reeked of rotten fish in the damp old cellar, combined with another scent like rusty metal. Though the air was also silent in a way that made my spine shiver unpleasantly.
"Eyes up, people! We ain't sure what we're lookin' for." The captain said as he holstered his crossbow and squatted down infront of a crate. I stood next to him, crowbar at the ready, while Yhonas and Mathias kept watch on the entrance.
The captain gave me the nod and I yanked it open. It was then we saw it and by the gods, the smell that struck our lungs. Not even the captain could hold his composture as we laid eyes bare on those symboles. People, young and old alike carved up and fashioned into symbols of flesh and rot. Symboles that would haunt my dreams for years to come, as I looked to the pale features of the captain.
"The commander. The commander needs to hear." Was all which was uttered, before we got the hell out of there.

Crabhaven

Known as a friendly little town on the Goldburg southern coast. It's inhabitants are highly dominated by Merglogh who makes a living on fishing and cooking, especially crustations like crabs.
Crabhaven is also widely known for being incredibly warm towards outsiders, where they will happily share their food, residencies and rumors with passing adventurers and traders. The town isn't rich in any peculiar form though, and suffers from a poverty and bad reputation which would suggest many who travel to the place never return due to a cultist infection.
Something which has prompted a deep investigation of the town.

Type

Town

Population

8.000