The day began once more as it has for the past eight, with rain falling upon our meager camp and a even more meager meal being cooked up. We have long gone through the salted fish we found and nearly all the pork as well, it is only thanks to those of us who can hunt that we have any fresh meat at all. We packed up and pushed on from the village deeper into the island and found that a path was cut through a large section of jungle here and made the going the easiest we have had thus far on the island. It was nearly mid-morning when we found someone had laid primitive snare traps on the trail, they were easily set up with little harm but it made us more wary of whom we shared this jungle land with. After turning southward we found a clearing where a number of sailor’s were standing staring out to sea and with his usual process Snorri simply walked up and stared with them a moment.
When he asked what they were looking at they turned and attacked him, the group mobbed him and for a moment he was lost from sight as they piled on. Then with a roar and a heave the Slayer threw the figures off him and lay about with this axe like he was felling timbers. He bled from numerous wounds that were tore into flesh by these zombies like creatures. I noticed that in the fighting he had snapped off the hand of one of the foul things revealing only jagged bone and some sort of plant like material. It was then that I knew fear, for that creature lunged forward and drove that destroyed limb deep into the slayers chest. I watched as his axe fell to his side and he looked down at the offending limb then with a grunt and a spray of blood he crumpled to the ground. He was dead, I was sure of it, was sure I had seen his doom claim him despite his claims to the contrary the island had defeated him. With the fighting ended I rushed to his side and noticed his axe was still clutched in his meaty hand but his chest did not rise and fall with breath and I allowed myself to fall to my knees beside him and let my head hang in sadness. That is when I heard his gravel deep voice rumble out “Tain’t dead yet Manling.” And somehow beyond words to explain he wasn’t dead, badly hurt yes but still alive. With some healing he was soon back on his feet and we were off once more hunting through the jungle and we found the most bizarre thing yet on this fetid place.
A massive crab lay half buried on the beach and inside of it was a living a small Kenku who was quiet insane because he fully believed he was the crab. The little creature had setup a very ingenious system that let him move various parts of the crab and I must say I never saw the Slayers eyes up as much as he did upon seeing this. He pulled, tugged, pushed and poked all of it with the glee of a small child who had just found a brand new toy to play with. His joy was shattered however when he tried to question the kenku on its creation but his madness prevented him from speaking up on it. Doing as he requested we left the crab and camped upon the beach, I found Snorri by the fire that night and noticed he had his axe held out at arm’s length starting at it. When I inquired what he was doing he expressed he fears about the weapon to me which put me back a step, for the slayer never shared such things.The axe had recently changed he said; after he cut his arm with it he found its edge was prenatally sharp without even touch a whetstone it. He feared this was because of the dark being in side of him after a moment of thought I assured him that was not the cause. And when he looked at me like I and idea sprung into my head. The axe he told me when we first met was given to him by the high priest of Kol’s. It was a weapon that had been wielded by five slayers previously and seen each of them to their dooms and after each it somehow returned to the priest ready for a new slayer. So it had to be the axe itself that granted this new boon, maybe it was awakening to some latent magic buried deep within itself in response to the heroics he had performed so far or it was simply time for it to do so? Who knew with ancient relic weapons I argued. He seemed less than convinced but I knew at least now he wouldn’t toss the weapon aside in disgust, at least for now.