The last boat arrived in October, and the captain reported that the situation was desperate. A failed harvest, exhausted stocks of seals and fish, and only one serviceable vessel to collect timber from the forests beyond and below.
Our lord sent out a rescue party, but it was turned back by snow and sea ice. A second was also turned back, while a third never returned. In response, he declared that the settlement was lost, and a funeral was held for every settler that could be named.
More than a year later, in March, a relative of one of the settlers was able to fund a boat to set out in balmy weather. They found the settlement ravaged and burned, with no sign of the boat and no sign of the settlers. All that was left was an inscription, carved in what had been the great hall:
THE LAST ONES OF THE NORTH