With “Xulo” discorporated and the creation pattern and schemas safe, the party collects the scattered loot, the remains of Zrill, and descends the giants’ temple-observatory. Back outside, they take the air-skiff to the Order’s hidden airship, commandeering it for their personal use, all the while resisting Xulo’s calls and cajoling to piece him back together. They first stop at the harbor city of Stormreach to drop off the elven cleric Muroni.
“I serve the dragon Vuulaytherus. I study the Prophecy. You have allowed me to watch a particularly important verse unfold. I thank you, and Vuulaytherus thanks you. The dragons have marked you, so perhaps we shall meet again when the next verse reveals itself. Fare you well, my friends.” She bows, and takes her leave of the party.
They are able to fly back across the ocean to the city of Sharn, home of their patron, the Lady Elaydren d’Cannith. With her is Baron Merrix d’Cannith, whom she defers to. He is delighted by the recovery of the schemas and creation pattern, listening to any developments the party might relay, and shows equal interest in the rather ancient warforged Spikes that had accompanied the party since they found him in the ancient tomb of the celestials. Lady Elaydren gives the party their promised reward, and says she looks forward to their further business dealings.
After leaving the household and Sharn, the party returns to their home base in Eling’sha, back on the continent of Xen’drik, to finally resurrect their fallen comrade, Zrill. At this point, a man emerges from the hold, introducing himself as Zeffernious Kalistiren. As the airship approaches, however, several mundane and arcane ballistae turn and aim at the airship, and a party of guards ride out to meet them. Walter flies casually and lands the ship outside to meet the guard. The lead knight, a woman in a tabard with a silver flame on it introduces herself as Lady Argenvox and demands to know why a stolen, terrorist vessel is flying upon their city. Counting themselves lucky they weren’t shot out of the sky, perhaps only for being outside of range, the party explains they recently defeated the Order of the Emerald Claw and commandeered their ship. This mollifies the captain somewhat, and she agrees to allow them entry to the city to explain themselves to the council. In the mean time, her guards occupy the moored ship.
The temples have long since been underbid for healing services by the halflings of House Jorasco, and it is to their Healers Guild the party goes to find an adept powerful enough to bring Zrill back to life. Once there, the head adept examines the body and checks his identification papers (of which the party finds many copies, all in different names).
“Pretty mulched up, isn’t he? Missing a finger here too, weren’t able to find that in this mess, were you? Good enough for the job though, but—” He looks carefully at the papers he is holding, the excuses himself to a back office. He is there for several minutes before returning. “I’m terribly sorry, but we cannot do anything for you.” When prompted for more explanation, the halfling only says their friend “Zrill,” has been blacklisted by the house, and the guilds are forbidden from providing any aid. The party attempts to circumvent this through the local temple, but finds no success. The church of the Silver Flame refuses to perform resurrections, believing all who die leave behind a life of pain to find joy in the silver flame, which is in return, strengthened by the addition of souls. The church of the Sovereign Host would, given the time to prepare, but any assistance given to someone blacklisted would harm their own interests and ability to do business with the dragonmarked houses. Attempting to procure the expensive and rare material components would be obvious, and nobody who could supply them, will.
With not much more to go on, the party finds correspondence in Zrill’s documents between himself and a woman named Kylaear, on the island continent of Arenal. With that their only lead, the party packs up the airship to fly for the ancient continent of the elves.