The party with hirelings and guide made their way through the doom—fog. The hours passed and threatening rumbles grew louder throughout, though notangible threat could be ideantified by any means. Once through the magical mist, all extraneous sounds ceased. Cyre was blighted ruinous ash. No birds or bugs or any sounds not made by the party.
The guide refused to travel any further into the mournlands, scarpering back into the mist wall and claiming to return in three days time. After making sure of their location and bearings, Dristian (the human ex-monk jeweler-mage) used an old map of the country, to lead the group to the forge they sauht.
On they way, the remains of town verified that all organic matter was gone without trace. Even alchohol from sealed bottles had been vanished.
The 15 story spire of the forge was eventyyally reached. Behind the stone and metal doors was the first indication of organic matter. The stench of rot and death and the two bodies of gurads whom appeared to have simply sat and starved to death.
Following Lemy’s (the Halfling warkock/explorer) manically eager lead, the party descended to the main warforging level. Ratchet’s (the existential warforged) polite knock magically opend the only obstacle doors and within was an epic chamber. Seemingly endless potions of pure magic poured in torrentys down the walls into a vast chasm. Bridges led to a central platform on which rested a sarcophagus-like warforged birthing apparatus.
While Lemy and Rrahlarbra (the gnollish trader) obsessed over collecting unrefined raw-potions, Sous-vide (the Halfling fixer-chef), Ratchet, and dristian inspected the central array. Inevitably Dristian used the disc which prompted the journey to activate the sleek warforged within the device. After whining about having been left waiting ofr six years, the new warforged attacked and was prompty dispatched.
Further inspection of the level revealed a warforged nursey, a warforged assembly chamger, and a extremely well stocked alchemical warehouse/lab.
Before moving on Dristian grew exaspered over the gnoll and halfings obsession with clearly dangerous wild magic, so created a pole by which they could do themselves harm. Rr asked for what what make him stronger and the spell cast explained that transmutation was green and was usually where strength enhancements came from. Rr was turned into a boar, then Lemy took pity and fed another does turning the boar to a black bear. Rr the bear grew distructively agitated, ntil dosed once more and turned into a tiny pixie. Meanwhile, seeing the problems more clearly, lemy opted for abjuration and wound up bored with several forms of magical armor layering ins body.