Salvation Outpost

Gzizmix calls out to Core to head straight down the empty street. The darkened lightning rail station flies by on your right as the coach tears along.

Kleber looks out from the window in time to catch a dark figure dash across the rail station roof. He sees a flicker of light and recognizes the figure is signalling another figure in the direction you’re heading. The second figure skillfully scales down the side of a building to a waiting horse.

As the coach sizzles down the street, the darkness and the bouncing make it difficult to inspect the arrow closely. It appears black with a black arrowhead, but 37 is unable to make out any markings that would identify its maker.

Kleber shouts to Core, warning him of the second shadowy figure. Core spots him easily, he sees an alley approaching and deftly cranks the wheel to the left, disappearing into the darkened narrow passage. The purple light from the elemental allows the crocodilian Core to weave through the alley’s tight corners with ease. He slices out into an adjacent boulevard a few blocks over. With Gzizmix’s direction, you’re able to get back on track and headed south out of the downtown of Starilaskur.

Faintly in the distance, you hear the gallop of horseshoes on cobblestones.

Keeping to the side roads, you follow the lightning rail line south. As dawn approaches, the rail breaks off to the southwest and you merge with the main road. The morning passes without incident and you watch as the Seawall Mountains move ever closer. As the sun reaches high noon, you see the fledgling city of New Cyre nestled at the foot of the mountains above.



A small river flows through the heart where the crossroads to Sterngate and Kennrun meet. With rustic cottages, stone buildings, brick houses and cobbled, winding streets, you get the sense of chaos the town was founded on. Mingled in, you find modern amenities and thriving businesses with a small castle-like structure that hosts the small city’s council.

As you enter the city, you’re greeted by the usual gawking stares at your elemental cart. Earic guides you into the city toward a small inn.

You pull the cart into the attached stable. The halfing tending horses whistles in amazement. "That’s a fine coach you have there.", he says to Core. He guides you to a stall that will fit the flickering cart. Earic exits the cart, quickly followed by Gwenylleth.

"Thanks for the ride.", she says curtly. "I need a drink.", and the elf begins to make her way toward the stable’s door.

"Its been a pleasure.", Earic says sarcastically. "Will you be joining us for dinner?". He waves a dismissive hand at her. "Bah! I’ll let the city guard know to keep an eye on her. We should be safe here now.", he lowers his voice so only your group can hear him. "I’m going to the Lady’s estate to check in with her plan. I’ll send word to you as soon as I know."

He adds as he begins to leave, "It shouldn’t be more than an hour or two. I’ll set up the rooms before I go. You’ll have a tab for the tavern as well."