Salvation Outpost

Gzizmix looks around the barren plateau. For miles in every direction, there is only lifeless, grey rock and dirt. It strikes you how empty this space really is. There’s a sense of safety in knowing there’s nothing around and yet exposure in knowing there’s nowhere to hide. Meanwhile, the ever present whispers remind you, the circus wasn’t the only unseen presence nearby.

The cadaver collector splats another corpse to its back…

Malbor first tries the cabin window, but finds it’s locked. You look out to the floating soarwood around you. The smell of smoke fills your nose and lungs. The burnt soarwood has a very pleasant, sweet aroma, like honey and birch. You find one larger piece, kind of janky and scorched around one edge. It is a bit of a distance away from the ship, but you’re able to push your table close enough to it.

Your companions stand far below staring up at you in the grey of the stifled sun. You reach the slightly burnt chunk of wood and test its stability from the safety of your table. You find that it doesn’t float like a raft would, but rather it wants to roll freely through the air like a ball floating in water. You realize that if you try to stand on this piece, it would spin out from under you. Instead, you decide it’s safer to rest your table on it and push it down magically to ground to investigate its properties.

Earic approaches and commends your retrieval of such a large piece of the precious lumber and says, "Ah yes, airships, as with regular ships need a ballast, or they would tumble over as you saw there. I like your gusto though my good sorcerer and that will fetch a handsome price.", he includes the rest of the group as he continues, "I implore you to return me to Salvation before nightfall. Your crew is clearly skilled in adventuring, but I am just a scholar.", he looks around expectantly, perhaps hopeful that you’ll agree.

At Earic’s urging, your crew loads up the piece of soarwood and Core hastily gets underway. As the elemental crackles to life, he turns the cart around and you hear one last sickening thud as the cadaver collector continues his seemingly ceaseless, morbid purpose. Core follows the cart trail carefully to avoid getting lost and as dusk begins to set in, the spectral grey mists loom overhead. To get out of the Mournland quicker, Core follows a course on the map that passes south of the Plymdonwood, exiting about an hour’s ride north of Salvation.

Guided by the purple electrical light of the cart’s elemental, you arrive in town just after dark. The salvage market is long closed, but Earic uses a key to open the warehouse to store the coach and your salvaged items for the night.

"Thank you gentlemen. That was the most exhilarating couple of days of my life. Such an incredible find.", he says with a clear note of fatigue in his otherwise excited voice. He carefully takes down the General’s neatly wrapped body. "I shall bring him to the chapel for safekeeping and then head to the Grey Beyond for a much needed mead. If anyone cares to join me, I’ll see you there."

Earic locks up the warehouse and heads off to the Chapel of the Silver Flame. Weary from a hectic couple of days, Earic leaves you in the relative silence of the evening.