Salvation Outpost - Chapter 2

37 spends his time stealthily strolling through town. After the train leaves, the soldiers disperse. The captain joins the patrollers for a short time, then returns to the church along with two others. You recognize a basic military patrol, maintained by three pairs throughout the town. Two captains seems to alternate. The remaining Warforged stay in the church, awaiting their rotation.

Kleber, SheK and Buff enter Sheriff’s office and are greeted by a tall warforged, wearing a cowboy hat. His voice is deep and gravely as he introduces himself.

"Name’s Sheriff.", he says "Or, at least that’s the name the town gave me."

You explain that you’re here at the behest of Belaluur to aid in facing the warforged. "Well, we’re a town full of derelicts. These people know how to fight in a bar, not against a squad of soldiers. I’ll take any help I can get."

"Follow me, I have something to show you.". Sheriff bring you through the building to a set of stairs leading to the roof. Concealed from the view of the streets below, Sheriff gives you a glimpse of a cannon. Kleber immediately recognizes it as the broken elemental cannon discovered at the Cyre’s wreck site.

"Bela’s daughter helped fix it and get it back to working order." The cannon faces west down Main Street. You can just see the bell tower of the church in the distance. "Using a siege weapon in town isn’t the best idea, but I thought if we could lure that Titaness into its sights, we might get a lucky shot on her.", he pauses for a moment, "…or put a hole in poor Ms. Moody’s house.", he says with a chuckled. "Any of you ever fire one of these things?"Roszana laughs a hearty bartender’s laugh and says, "Not on your life, Paladin. It’s either vinegar or mead.", she turns to rummage in the bar behind her, "I might have some cooking sherry."

Vice attempts for the first time to communicate with the rats of Salvation. Trying to convey the idea of catacombs, takes a little while. One of the rats finally takes off scurrying down the street, toward the edge of town.

The rat scampers down an embankment, disappearing into a pile of rocks in a small alcove. The church and its warforged sentries loom a rather short distance away. "One cold mead, coming up.", she pours the honey wine casually, but quietly says, "Aye, there was group of scrappers. Got themselves a bit of attention. Never thought the Blades the type to take things personally."

"Belaluur would have my armour for saying this out loud, but her daughter, knows her way around these types of contraptions."

The tavern keeper nods his head, "Yes, well that’s good to hear. Perhaps when you return to Vathirond, you could keep me posted on the goings on there. Such a dusty town, Salvation. The gossip is simply dreadful."

The small, nimble gnome is able to sneak from rock to shrub and follow his rat friend without drawing attention. He sees the rat skitter into a narrow hole that drops straight down into darkness. He stops a short way in on a tiny ledge and turns to look up at Vice expectantly. It should fit a gnome easily. A larger person may have some difficulty getting through.

"Adrianus has been discreetly bringing me a cannon ball at a time. He’s managed to forge six so far without drawing attention.", he scratches at the wooden fibres of his neck, "Don’t exactly have a lot of materials coming into town right now either. Sneaking iron from Colton’s scrapyard has been… tricky. Kalli has helped a lot with that. Have you met her?"

"Pleasure to meet you, Armat ir'Vallam, knight of Krynn.", Roszana leans in close as she reaches for the coin and whispers, "If you’re going to throw your lot in the town’s folk, you have my sword…", she nods at the orc in the apron, who you realize is sitting casually, but watching closely, "…and his."

The orc subtly nods his agreement.

"Farewell Peldan. I’ll be seeing you.", he says with a grin.