Salvation Outpost

Kleber found a few decent twigs before settling on an excellent example while on his way. Nice and compact, will fit easily into a component pouch later.

After packing away the flag and the rope you head off following the cart tracks and Warforged footprints. A short time later, you pass the edge of the tree line and leave the eerie Plymdonwood behind.

The tracks are not difficult to follow as they continue through a flat, barren, grey plain. The stillness and the silence of the area is only broken by the flapping of papery wings somewhere in the clouds above and the occasional indiscernible whisper from unseen spectres. As the hills approach, you can now see looming sheer cliffs beyond them. You believe there may only be a couple hours of daylight left.

Kleber snorts at Vice's dirty joke "I'd really prefer these guys to be sane warforged that we can reason with"

You continue on following the trail as it begins to wind its way into the hills. Kleber mentions some objects that seem to float suspended in the sky. Most of you take no mind of it, except for Core, he recognizes the objects as planks of wood hovering, unmoving in the sky. Between the mists, the field of bodies, the forest, the whispers and the persistent sense that you are being watched, the Mournland has been more mentally taxing than physically.

As the end of daylight approaches, the trail veers down into a gully below. From your vantage point you can see three tents, one larger and two smaller as well as a canopied area. Two armed Warforged appear to be patrolling the small camp. Knowing that Warforged don’t require sleep, you can only assume as to why they’ve set up camp. You don’t believe you’ve been seen yet.