Salvation Outpost

37 truly does have a spectacular view. The vast barren wasteland expands away from the mists in all directions. A blackened, slithery river sits stagnant below the airship. Having spent two days on deck, he realizes how far they’ve dropped in the mists. The ground is much closer now. Kleber cautiously lends a hand to his warforged companion and 37 is safely returned to the deck of the Zarantyr.

Jean arrives to help the captain remove the harness. She informs Vren of the status of Camran and says Sloane reports the matrix is undamaged. Malbor arrives on deck and Jean offers a bandage for his bleeding head.

The cliffs appear off in the distance. Earic limps up from below deck, favouring his left leg. He confers with the captain to gain their bearings. After a short conversation and reviewing Earic’s notes and charts, they are able to find the little black cloud of the Cyre.

"Alright Gentlemen, we have just over an hour of travel ahead of us and maybe three hours of usable daylight. If the Cyre needs to be towed, we will have less than half an hour to secure the vessel on arrival and begin our return. I will not keep my ship in this wretched place in the dark. If we can’t get it done on time, we return in the morning."

The captain pushes the lever and smoothly brings the vessel to full speed. The ship takes a slightly downward angle and to starboard headed toward the black cloud ahead.

As the ships descends, you begin to hear the whispers once more. Camran awakes to their hushed cacophony, panicked and disoriented. Stuttering and stammering about being chased by relentless spectres. Jean tries to get him to calm down and rest, but the Khoravar refuses to return to sleep.

Finally, you reach the Cyre ir’Wynarn


Much of the vessel is wreathed not in cloud, but black smoke which hangs motionless in the windless sky. The sweet, fragrant smell of burnt soarwood fills the air as you approach. The Captain slows and circles the mighty airship. Its rings are not active and the ship sits eerily in the unmoving smoke. Silent, but for the whispers, lightless in its windows. You see fallen Cyran soldiers on its deck, the same grey pallor on their skin, untouched by time.

As you go around to its starboard side, you find the source of the smoke. A burnt, gaping hole from a long extinguished fire sits where the starboard elemental pylon should be. The unmoving smoke blocks any view of the interior of the ship. The captain finishes his exterior survey and finds a spot at the rear of the poop deck to safely pull along side. Here he brings the Zarantyr’s Light to a floating stop. Rune, Faeris and Jean toss ropes to tether the two vessels together and set a gangway to connect them.

Vren then calls for Sloane and asks if you will escort her aboard to inspect the damage.

37 leads the way aboard the Cyre with Sloane and Gzizmix close behind.

Sloane comments on Kleber’s observation as they cross the gangway, "You’re definitely right about that, Kleber. You know, only fire and air elementals are used in airships. The fire may have been started during its escape. I wonder how they escaped though. Likely the Mourning?"

Earic stays back with giddy excitement. However, after the events of the past week, he wishes to make sure it’s safe to board the ship. "She’s beautiful!", he says in awe.

Kleber looks down below and finds the wreckage site clear of any more bodies. The cadaver collector is no longer there. Apparently with its work done, the construct has moved on.

Kleber notices the collector’s footprints entered the site in a straight line from the north and leave following a straight line back north. You’re uncertain of what lies in that direction, but it appears deliberate.