Sul – Olarune 1st, 999 YK
Sunday – February 1st, 999 YK

Ahti feels the sensation of rocking as if… yes… he thinks… he is on a ship… but how did he get there he wonders.

Opening his eyes, he sees that along with his companions, he has been chained to the floor in what looks to be a hold of a ship. Several undead guards walk between the rows of captured mortals.

He notes that next to him on either side are his companions, Moyshanna to the left and Morthos to the right. Across from him are several half-orcs along with what looks to be some house Lyrandar troops.

A door opens to the hold and two undead enter dragging an unconscious Kohl.

“Looks like they found him.” Morthos snickers.

The undead drag Kohl over and chain him next to Morthos and leave again without a word.

The manacles caused everyone to be hunched over, although they were chained by the neck to the wall behind them, a short chain led through their hand shackles and then down to their ankles.

Kohl groans.

“Well it’s good that he lives.” Morthos says, a slight smile draws across the devilish features of the undead tiefling.

“Is it? His insistence on raising his cousin still baffles me, we should rebuild our numbers and complete our task” Moyshanna insists.

“Kohl and his cousin have proven to me their usefulness. Kohl has promised to help us so long as I help him with his own quest. Besides, finding those of the same talents and strengths would be too costly and their loyalty in constant question. We have neither the coin nor the time to develop new relationships that I have built with the two Kael.” His statement had a ring of finality to it that hinted to Moyshanna that this conversation would not be repeated again.

“Kohl? Kohl is that you?” The question came from one of the half-orcs chained across from the group.

Kohl’s head rolls from side to side, his mercurial eyes open, blinking heavily as he tries to take in his immediate surroundings.

“Huh? Where am…” Kohl’s voice trails off briefly. “Taveah… by Torval’s holy light, save her my lord.” Kohl’s incoherent prayers echo briefly as his words are lost amongst the cries of other prisoners.

“Kohl, there is a half-orc that appears to know you.” Morthos eyes the Tharashk Half-Orc across from him as he tries to wake his friend.

“Kohl, it is me, Kerrick Brokentusk!” The half-orc calls out once more.

“Wai… what? Kerrick? How did… where am I?” Kohl’s eyes finally fully open as he looks around.

““Aboard a Karrnathi warship, we are prisoners of Karnath.”_ Morthos answers his friend.

Kohl shakes his head, clearing the fog, he focuses on thehalf orc in front of him. “Kerrick? It is good to see you, what are you doing here!?”

“It is good to see you as well. We came for the siberys stone, and to search for the one tortured by shadow.” Kerrik says.

“Well it would appear you found both, Karnath has the stoneI presume and…” Kohl looks to Morthos, who displays a displeased face and nods to Ahti, “Ahti here is always tortured by shadow.”

I thought you were the one. Kohl opens a telepathic link with Morthos.

I believe I am, but so does Ahti, and I am wanted by House Tharashk!

Kohl nods.

“Well we have succeeded. We now know where both are. I think we can call this a day and go home, what do you think?” Kerrik laughs.

“Somehow I don’t think that will be the case my friend. On another note, Taveah fell in battle.” Kohl’s demeanor becomes darker and more serious.

“I am sorry to hear that friend.”

The conversation dies off and silence takes over for several days until this ship docks in a port.

Sul – Olarune 15th, 999 YK
Sunday – February 15th, 999 YK

From outside, sounds of a bustling city can be heard. Morthos thinks he overhears something that places the group in Stormhome.

A group of undead guards comes down stairs and leads the group of Lyrander captives out.

“Speak with Captain d’Lyrandar of the Sea Tiger, tell him we are here!” Kohl yells to the Lyrander captives. All but one of the captives keeps their heads down, the last in line turns his head slightly.

“I will brother,” is the only response the captive says before exiting the hold.

The remaining captives sit in silence, as the ship disembarks from the port and sets sail once again to an unknown destination.

Wir – Olarune 18th, 999 YK
Wednesday – February 18th 999 YK

[Another Siberys shard falls somewhere over Khorvaire. Worshippers of Dol Dorn and the Mockery say their gods have abandoned them.]

[The people of Eberron begin to fear that the doomsayers are correct and that the end times draw near. Riots and crime increase throughout cities. The Cults of the Dragon Below become more brazen after their membership numbers begin to increase due to the growing chaos.]

Far – Olarune 20th, 999 YK
Friday – February 20th, 999 YK

[Another Siberys shard falls. House Cannith reports its Clerics can no longer feel the presence of Onatar.]

[The dragonshards that power the raillines throughout Khorvaire suffer from an unknown magical instability. House Orien suffers a major political blow after several tragic lightning rails crash as a result of the failing dragonshards. Hundreds perish as a result of the crashes. Many raillines are closed down, causing massive trade and economic issues.]

Sul – Olarune 22nd, 999 YK
Sunday – February 22nd, 999 YK

Several more days pass before the captives hear signs again of a port. The ship slows and eventually stops. An hour after the ship pulls into port, guards enter the hold, throwing hoods overthe captives heads, their shackles are disengaged from the walls, feet and handshackles disconnected from each other, allowing for the weak, malnourished prisoners to shuffle, single file, up onto the deck.

It doesn’t take long for any of the prisoners to realize where they are, Korth, the capital of Karrnath. The group is led off the ship and into an awaiting wagon. The wagon moves through the city and up a hill coming to a stop. Sounds of military soldiers can be heard practicing combat.

The group is led indoors and down several flights of stairs and one by one, moved into an individual cell, after they are once again shackled to the wall, their hood is then removed.