Salvation Outpost - Chapter 2

As Vice pulls the door open further and SheK steps up to the entrance, she and Vice sees the blue eyes in the dim once more. The small figure scurries away to the back of the hall and around a corner with the sound of clanking metal.

"no hurt… no hurt… famul servant… famul servant…"

The voice is monotone and emotionless. The two adventurers are unable see it anymore, but they hear the faint sound of shaking metal.

As your eyes adjust, Vice, SheK and 37 find a nearly empty hall. Streaks of illuminated dust, lit by the many slits of the boarded up windows, help light the hall. The musty smell of dirt, dust and old, dry wood fills your nostrils. You hear the sound of wind whistling through gaps in the planked windows.

The main hall is nearly fifty feet long and thirty five feet high. The vaulted ceilings sit twenty feet above you. Debris from years of various squatters are scattered around the edges of the room and a few tables lay against the walls. The sparse belongings of the warforged raiders are neatly piled to the sides.

Upon the raised altar at the back, sits a stone slab. A carved stone statue of a knight stands at attention behind it. As tall as the ceiling, he holds the hilt of a great stone sword, pointed tip down to the altar floor.

The east entrance is to the left, with two doors, much smaller than the main hall doors. Another door sits on the back wall to the left of the alter, leading to what you presume is another room beyond. To the right, you see a table that stands out compared to the rest of the drab interior. It is in this corner the figure has run.

The automaton jumps at SheK’s voice, "yes green lady… yes green lady…", he backs up to a stone pillar behind him, hands still in the air.

SheK takes a second look behind him. It’s then that she notices, sitting on the table are some books, charts and maps. An ornate locked chest sits in the corner. A massive golden shield, seemingly too big to lift sits, propped against the far wall.

The shield indeed looks designed for a Warforged Titan. It dwarfs everyone in the room. It is well crafted with a design of three knife-like blades emblazoned upon it. On turning it to see the other side, Armat finds a sigil, roughly carved and painted into the inside of the shield.

The books and tomes vary in topics from the moons and their planes to artificing. You notice that throughout, their are many hand written notes in Elvish. Among the charts, you find a detailed map of the Mournland with many handwritten markings. One of which you recognize as the original location of the Cyre ir’Wynarn.