Korth (Metropolis, 85,500): The city of Korth has served as Karrnath’s capital since before the days of the kingdom of Galifar. Some of its buildings date back to the earliest human settlements; many others were built during the great expansion that marked the middle period of Galifar I’s reign. The Korth skyline rises along the southern shore of the Karrn River, with the dense Nightwood to the east of the city gates. The high walls of Crownhome, the hereditary home of Karrnath’s royal family, rise atop King’s Hill in the Highcourt Ward of the city. Another prominent structure, the Cathedral of the Sovereign Host, fills a sizable piece of real estate in the Temple Ward and has shrines dedicated to the entire pantheon. in general, the style of the city is heavy and symmetrical, with blocks set forth in a grid or radiating out from a central plaza. It almost appears as a dim gray graveyard, with the buildings jutting up like sombre tombstones. The militaristic influence that infuses all of Karrnath society permeates Korth and helps define the monolithic appearance of the buildings and decorative features such as monuments, obelisks, and tombs.
Five wards make up greater Korth, and each ward has its own personality. These wards are named Highcourt, Temple, Commerce, Community, and Low District. While each ward consists of living space, markets, and other city necessities, each concentrates on an aspect of city life and is built to accommodate that aspect.

Highcourt Ward

The Highcourt Ward houses most of the government departments, as well as the halls of the royal family and some of the more affluent noble families. King Kaius 3 makes his bed here in Crownhome the royal estate.

Temple Ward

The Temple Ward features winding streets dedicated to the many religions of Khorvaire; everything from small shrines to giant cathedrals can be found here, and some representative of even the most obscure cult probably finds a location to preach from within the walls of this ward.
Cathedral of the Sovereign Host is within the temple ward.

Commerce Ward

The Commerce Ward presents businesses of all types and provides space for the enclaves of all the dragonmarked houses; supply and demand come together inside this sprawling ward.

Community Ward

The Community Ward is the most residential ward in Korth, providing housing for the middle class.

Low District

The Low District is a dangerous maze of narrow streets from which the poor and the destitute attempt to eke out an existence. The criminal element has a firm hold on the Low District, using its twisting warrens as a hiding place and somewhere from which to conduct business best done in the shadows.

Your group has decided to venture into the Mournlands there to take a creation forge and create anti-tektites to fight the ones in Phaedra’s body. The group decided someone will need to write rune to see if he is up for coming along as you will definitely need an artificer to accompany you. Provisions will need to be purchased and information will need to be sought. Let me know what you are going to do to start prepping for your journey.

((we hadn’t decided where to go yet. points to narrative above))

Phaedra watched the cleric and wondered if she should ask what was wrong. But, they had to get busy if they were going to get these tektites out of her. There was no time to just be pacing about. Again she thought to ask, her lips parting once more, but thinking the better of it, she just sighed and shook her head.

“I’d suggest that we stick together here, not get all spread out. Let’s plan what we are doing so we don’t get spread out in six or seven different places. Safety in numbers. First, anyone know what kind of provisions we’ll need for where we are going?” Phaedra asked.

“And perhaps we’d best get some more information, too so we don’t head into this blind. Also, I’d like to go to the Temple ward and the Cathedral of the Sovereign Host to get prayed up before we leave. What say you, Cleric?” Phaedra finished. She waits to hear what Sauda and the others have to say.

Suddenly there is a knock at the door. Before anyone can answer, Shanti bursts in, her quick firm strides full of confidence and impatience. Her demeanor is a little quirky, she is both child like and regal simultaneously. “You guys are going to the Mournlands. Do you realize how awesome that is? Dangerous yes, but still awesome. It’ll be a total learning experience. You’ve got to take me with you! Maybe I can learn something about how magic works there and why some spells come to life! Unless y’all have found a better halfling for Project Mayhem…”

Shanti’s speech still has a familiar hint of her common roots. As she speaks with excitement, her demeanor changes slightly as she gives a sideways glance at Sauda, her eyes moving up and down to take the girl in. It is fairly obvious that Shanti doesn’t think Sauda measures up. Sauda is a healer and doesn’t appear to be able to hold her own in combat at all.

Shanti pauses at Phaedra’s ire. She is taken aback at the level of anger that is directed towards her. She had assumed that Phaedra would be a little annoyed at Sauda for the resurrection. But then again, the resurrection wouldn’t have worked on anyone that unwilling. Still she can’t bring herself to be sad or sorry, her intelectual curiosity and excitement are full in play. “Wow, you’re really upset aren’t you? I wonder if that’s a side effect of the techtites or the more obvious you-don’t-want-them-there reason? These things shouldn’t’ exist, yet they do. It’s going to be interesting to see what happens.”
She grabs phaedra’s hand and studies it as if she can see the techtites through the skin, which of course she can’t. She then lets Phaedra’s hand flop back down and bounces from one foot to the other like a little kid with excitement, who has suddenly remembered there are presents waiting for her. “Yes, provisions and supplies. I am sure that I can get the king to send us whatever we need. Oh and I’m also sure he’ll give me leave to journey with you if you’ll have me. Say I can come pleeeeaaaase?”

Crusher enters the door Shanti left open and he hears her asking if she can accompany Project Mayhem to the Mournlands. He’ll see Sauda staring at Shanti. Sauda doesn’t look particularly pleased. Neither does Phaedra.

Not knowing why Sauda or Phaedra are not pleased makes him feel uneasy. He’ll ignore that emotion and focus on Shanti’s glee.

“I believe that we would be most fortunate if you could come with us, Shanti. More hands, and more minds, means more chance for success. Phaedra, how are we set for provisions? Sauda, any idea how to get some healing in the Mournlands? What do we really know about our destination?”