The Remnants

The island had fallen apart. I don't mean that like it was tearing itself apart, I mean that where it had once been kind of a lush forest with clean water and plenty of animals, it was now a rotting forest, the water was murkier than one of my jokes and the animals looked like a cross between half dead and unalive (make sense of that I DARE YOU!) Clearly Quinton was something not from this world either, which makes him very much like the Real Hanlon.  When I made it back to his house to retrieve my gear it was also in complete dissarray.

The shorties that mere hours before had been servants were feral running around like crazed animals (I didn't want to think too hard on what exactly Quinton was doing to them to keep them in line prior to his death if they immediately reverted to feral). The house a broken husk that probably was actually a real place before it fell into dissarray and Quinton magically reinvented it.  I took stock of my supplies noted I had no actual way of getting home as the boat that carried me there was probably very much gone. So it came as a little bit of a shock that a boat was waiting for me at the docks, and Hanlon was its captain. It was a huge steam powered paddle boat with gold trim and no passengers. I swear Hanlon's sweeping gestures of grandure just creep me out.

"Congratulations you survived another trap." He was pretty happy considering our location, at least his boat was in nice condition and staffed by polite people that Hanlon himself probably conjured up because as I've said before HE IS NOT A HUMAN ANYTHING!

"You warned me, but it all came out in the wash."

"Ingenious method of destruction I have to commend you on that, I mean just about anything else would have failed, but turning his own creations on him thereby killing him by his own hand? Genius." Have I mentioned its creepy how much Hanlon knows about things that he should not know about? Or how he enjoys murder in an unhealthy way? Because its very very creepy.

"Can we leave I don't want to be here anymore."

"Of course of course," He snapped and someone got my bags of unused war supplies (I have several bags of things that go unused for situations like this, one of these days I'll actually be able to use my preperations, one of these days).

"So who was he really?" We were well on the way Hanlon's large paddle boat when I asked.

"Do you really want to know, or do you want to remain blissfully ignorant of the situation as is your general rule in life?"

"What am I blissfully unaware of?" Hanlon laughed and started to walk away.

"Ok I'll let you believe in your delusion, Quinton was a remnant of something that once was larger, thats all you really need to know, he had no more connection to me than you do to this boat." With that he disappeared (not like into a cabin I mean into the nether of life or wherever Hanlon goes). The boat itself carried me back home and then it too disappeared (into a fog bank but I'm sure if I checked it just flat out disappeared never to return as well).

On the giant spider front there is currently a war being waged up stairs, I hear all sorts of sound and fury, personally I'm trying to think of a language to communicate with my new giant spider overlords.  If I discover one I'll make sure to write it down here so you can take over should I fail to align with them against the disease that is humanity.