Salvation Outpost

Two years ago, the once great Kingdom of Cyre was destroyed in a magical cataclysm, transforming the nation into a warped, desolate wasteland. Its cities now lay in ruin. Some twisted, misshapen and blended into the landscape. Others crushed to the ground of wiped from the earth. Over a million Cyrans died on what is now called the Day of Mourning. The only survivors, the aberrant, mutated creatures that now roam the barren landscape, the nation’s Warforged and a small number of Cyran refugees that were able to outrun the grey mists that caused the destruction.

No one knows for sure what caused the mists, or why they stopped at Cyre’s borders. The Day of Mourning shocked the nations of Khorvaire into the end the Last War. Fear of the mists expanding or happening to another of the nations led to the Treaty of Thronehold. A tenuous peace now exists.

Cyre’s riches, relics and technology remain buried in the Mournland for those brave or crazy enough to enter its shrouded boundaries. Salvation Outpost formed as a hub for the various salvage operations that venture into the mist seeking fortune, glory, knowledge, a chance to reclaim lost history, or perhaps all of these.

What brought you here?



You step off the lightning rail onto the platform of Salvation. A copy of the Salvation Times newspaper in your hand tells you of accommodations at the Salvation Hotel and opportunities for work posted on the Salvage Board in a tavern called The Grey Beyond. A map in the paper guides your way.

The Grey Beyond. Salvation’s watering hole for its scoundrels, scavengers, brokers and workers. Rough and dirty like the town itself, raucous laughter, pipe smoke and the smell of stale ale fill the air of this crowded space.

As this unique group enters, no one really takes notice and it’s quickly obvious why. As you look around, the people in this tavern are as diverse as you. Scavengers like yourself who spend their hard and dangerously earned wages on overpriced drinks and cheap food. The patrons share exaggerated stories and tell rumours of their hunt in the Mournland. Bragging on the treasures they claim to have found.

A blonde-haired, halfling barmaid, scarred and battle worn, watches keenly over all of it. Her eyes scan the room between customers. Her ears twitch as people talk. This is her domain.

The tavern’s common room is built around the salvage board. The heartbeat of the salvage industry. This is where the brokers of Salvation post bills for jobs within the Grey. The jobs it provides, your siren’s song, your livelihood.

A tall orc in a white apron brings the pitcher of ale and the stew for Core, the tankard and leg of mutton for Kleber and sets them at the table.

"Five silver for the stew and ale. Three silver for the beer and meat.", he says lazily. You pay him and he walks away without a word.

The food and drink are simple but tasty, you’ve had better.