Salvation Outpost

Gzizmix and 37 spend the first few hours on watch without incident. You find the eerie silence of the darkened area is broken far more often by the whispers you heard in the day. The voices float almost constantly past as if carried by the same unfelt wind. The mists blot out all light from any stars and only Barrakas, the brightest of the twelve moons, is visible as a hazy grey orb.

As Kleber relieves Gzizmix, 37 readies himself for his sentry’s rest. A short time later, Barrakas also fades into the mists on the horizon. Kleber is left in total darkness with the unmoving, unspeaking figure of 37 and the random whispers to keep him company. Near the end of his watch, Kleber sees some tiny flickering lights bobbing along, floating up and over the unseen cliffs above. The second watch also passes without issue.

The circus gnome Vice relieves Kleber in the early hours of the morning and joins the stoic 37. At one point, Vice hears the very distant, echoing sounds of battle. Sword on sword, screams of pain and torment, shouting and horns blown. The sound is directionless, coming from everywhere and nowhere and then suddenly silence. The first glow of morning begins to light up the mist. As the first of his companions begin to stir, your newly formed crew has made it through their first night in the Grey.