[color=39b54a][u][b]The Gang Finds The Vertibird[/b][/u][/color]

After the unfortunate encounter with the Angler, the group chooses not to chase after the wounded creature and instead continues on their search for the downed vertibird. They creep through the island's underbrush and try to keep as silent as they can, keen on not stirring up another monstrosity like the one they'd just encountered. 

The needle on the homing device continues to climb, until its apparent that the vertibird is almost directly in front of them. Sure enough, through the thick fog, they can start to make out the faint outline of the downed craft. However, as they approach it, they can also make out the silhouettes of other figures. The silhouettes eventually begin to materialize into the distinct shapes of several cultists in their characteristic robes and white masks, at least four of them. Three cultists appear to be ransacking the vertibird, shifting through gear and the corpses of Castner's comrades. It appears that they've already removed the bodies from the wreckage, and have curiously set them neatly to the side and lined up in a row with white shrouds covering them as if preparing them for burial. 

Behind the three cultists looting the wreckage, a fourth stands idly by directing the others in their efforts. He or she, the flowing robes making it almost impossible to assume gender, appears to clearly be the 'leader' of this small band. An odd headdress shaped to resemble something out of ancient Egypt and made of various odds and ends from the island is adorned atop the cultists head, given further credence to their status. Standing directly beside this individual is a gulper. This gulper, unlike the others, appears to be smaller and the head cultist strokes its back almost lovingly as if it is a beloved pet. 

The head cultist turns to the others,

"Well?" A feminine voice asks, "What have you learned? The Prophet is eager to know why The Brotherhood is here."

One of the cultists stands and approaches the leader with a bow, "The craft and its passengers were indeed armed high priestess, but we have no indication that there was any more to this group than the corpses we recovered. It seems unlikely they came to attack us and perhaps merely wandered off course."

"Or it is a scouting party," The head cultists replies as she pets the gulper, who snuggles into her open palm eagerly, "The Brotherhood would be apt to send such an expedition to asses a situation, and then they would send their soldiers to wipe us out. Such is their way."

"Surely they would not dare. They could not hope to succeed..."

"That would not deter them...in any case, The Prophet has foreseen this eventuality. We must destroy all evidence of this craft and capture any Brotherhood soldiers that remain and bring them to The Prophet. Plant the explosives and take the bodies, we will take them to the Deep Fog and bury them in The Mother's grace. Everything else goes to The Nucleus."

The cultist bows, "Of course. By The Mother it will be done."

The cultists then continue about their work, hurrying to obey the commands of this 'high priestess' and unaware of the group's presence.