Salvation Outpost - Chapter 2

Peldan had just joined the group yesterday, and it was obvious the warforged had an idea of who they were looking for when they came in to his inn. He didn't want to admit it, but it was quite likely it was his new companions they'd been looking for. Knowing all that, the halfling was confident that there was no reason the he would be a target of these warforged.

He decided to make his way on his own. Not trying to hide, but also remaining as low key as possible so as not to raise suspicion.

Just in case things went south, he took a moment to prepare himself.

37 makes his way off the train amid the crowd. One of the warforged nods at him and nothing more. The captain goes to stop Buff and his defender, but is distracted by a large, rust Dragonborn behind him instead.

The remainder of your group depart without any notice. Several of the train’s passengers whisper among themselves about the warforged. They filter into the streets and like the many, many scavengers before, most make their way to the Grey Beyond Tavern and its famous job board.

As seen from the train, the usually busy streets of Salvation, are quiet. Despite this, the blacksmith’s forge is burning and the aroma of fresh bread wafts down the street from the bakery. The townsfolk seem to be trying to keep up the appearance of business as usual.

Buff enters the smith’s shop and is greeted by an aloof man in his mid thirties. He introduces himself as Adrianus. He’s covered in a fine layer of soot that accents his chiselled features. A set of goggles sits atop his dirty blonde hair. Around Buff, he sees the usual wares of a smith. Half finished swords, an unfoshed plate of some kind. In one particular corner, you see a set of smaller, finer tools and some odd trinkets and gizmos on a short workbench.

When asked if he purchases items, he raises an eyebrow and looks at you closely. "I’m sure you’re aware, any items found in the Grey belong to the Nobles of Breland. Under penalty of law. As I’m sure you’ve seen, business has been slow. I can offer some coin for personal items."

Vice passes a residence on the edge of town and notices a symbol in thieves cant that he recognizes as "fence". When he knocks on the door, he’s greeted by a lion shifter. When he recognizes your thieves cant, he quickly invites you in and locks the door. "The Blades were looking for a shifter. Thankfully, it was some sort of reptilian. Still, they don’t really trust me. It may not be wise to be seen in my company.". He lets a short snicker that resonates with a friendly growl at the reference to the church. "Blood of Vol, that one was. Before the Mourning. It is the oldest building in town. No one knows for sure how old. Vassals of Arawai tried to convert it, when Salvation was founded, but quickly abandoned it. That’s where the bell tower came from. Rumour is, there’s old catacombs beneath it. No one has seen them though. The inside is big enough to house that Titan standing up. She’s a fast one as titans go. Quick with her sword. She has her personal guard in there as well. Those ones never come out into the streets."

Peldan notices a House Ghallanda crest abouse the Salvation Hotel and takes a detour inside. A well dressed halfling with dark hair and a long moustache sits at the front desk. You remember meeting him once before in Vathirond. You seem to recall he’s from somewhere up north. "Peldan!", he says brightly. "What brings you down this spur of the lightning rail?"

"Rumours? Well…", he twirls his moustache in thought, "I know they’re not just looking for a cart. These aren’t your usual Lord of Blades followers. I overheard one mention something called ‘the Becoming God’. I don’t know what that means. The gods have been around since before the Three Dragons. You don’t just become one. However, they believe they need something this troupe with the cart found. There are those in town that would help fight.", he stops for a moment, as if caught saying something he shouldn’t have.

"Where are my manners? Would you like a coffee?", he turns to fetch a decanter and a plate of biscuits. "Business has been tough here. Have you heard anything in Vathirond? Perhaps a cart passing through? It might get them to leave us in peace and go on their way."

Armat enters The Grey Beyond. Salvation’s primary watering hole for its salvagers. Rough and dirty like the town itself. The majority of the train riders have made their way here

As the paladin looks around, the scavengers are quiet. Most of the tables are empty. An old man sits at the bar, smoking a pipe with a half drink in front of him. A blonde-haired, halfling barmaid, scarred and battle worn, sits behind the bar. An orc with an apron sits in the corner.

The tavern’s common room is built around the salvage board. The heartbeat of the salvage operations. This is where the brokers and others of Salvation post bills for jobs within the Grey.

A few of the newcomers hover around the board.