Storm King's Thunder

Marav gives the gold he picked up to Flint, then piles the equipment in a pile, figuring they'd figure out what to do with it later.

"Can't we just bury these guys in the clouds?" He glances toward the edge.

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"More'n ah'd like.  Call it a misunderstandin'."  Flint begins moving the corpses into a line beside the keep and arranging them with dignity.  "Sorry 'bout the bodies, mind if we bring 'em along fer burial?"

Flint starts collecting their possessions and says a prayer to Moradin for each of them.

 Ink, remarks, "We're still many days away from Triboar, even by flight. We may be better served by a funeral pyre at the back of the cloud grounds, lest we wish to deal with the eventual smell of spoiling flesh and the troublesome creatures that may attract.  Off topic, I could use an extra scimitar if you don't mind."

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Marav gives the gold he picked up to Flint, then piles the equipment in a pile, figuring they'd figure out what to do with it later.

"Can't we just bury these guys in the clouds?" He glances toward the edge.

"Aye, a pyre then. Zephyros, have ye  got,ny  wood ta  burn?"

"I agree that a Pyre will be best and Ink; I'm sorry about Quill. Can he be resummoned?"

// We're in unstructured time, so let me know if there's anything you want to do or say before Zephyros goes back to his studies. //

// Well, I wanted to take a short rest before doing so, but I'd rather Zephyros be nearby when I test the bag... //

"Zephyros, before you go, I have one question and one favor to ask... The question is 'if we need to go to your aid on the second level, how may we reach you up there?' this experience with the cultist has disturbed me greatly and the favor I ask for is: before you retire to your studies, may we open this bag before your presence? I thought I sensed something within it when those cultists first arrived, and I figure that having an arcanist of your experience nearby would be prudent should the item inside be more than my limited experience can handle... "

Rip walks up to Flint holding out his hand for the gold "I am party treasurer after all, I'll divvy out some cash before we go shopping." The reassurances from his friends seems to have put Rip at ease some

Ink not really waiting for an answer, as his curiosity tends to get the best of him, turns to the others showing the bag in his hands, saying, "This, I hope, is a Bag of Holding, and the only way to really know what's inside is to stick your hand in and find out.... Let's hope it's not a bag of devouring...."

Ink reaches into the bag, and turns it inside out dumping whatever contents it has in front of him. 

Flint hands over what he's collected to Rip and watches Ink curiously.

"I heard tell once, of a band of adventures putting an ox into a bag of holding. Turns out there's no air in those things...."

"Yes. Well, let us be careful with it. Who knows what it holds inside? Let us also be careful next time we run into people. We shouldn't engage in another fight around here. Especially, when only one of us can fly and only very temporarily at that."  

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"Speaking of bags, what did they hand you Zephyros?" 

"Pixie dust? Powdered pixies? Good for colds?" Marav shrugs. "What about that ugly bag we got out of that guys hand?"

//Oh and I haven't got any notifications today either.//

//already turned the smiling bag inside out.... Just waiting on DM narration :)  //

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"Aye, a pyre then. Zephyros, have ye  got,ny  wood ta  burn?"

"fancy trick Zephy"

"Thanks for the fire; we should really get to work on their last right

//I'm glad to see I'm not the only one experiencing troubles with getting notifications. Hopefully, it'll be fixed soon.//

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Ink reaches into the bag, and turns it inside out dumping whatever contents it has in front of him. 

"What was that wind?"

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Ink reaches into the bag, and turns it inside out dumping whatever contents it has in front of him. 

A strong wind blows out of the bag, and then envelops you. In a few seconds, the wind dies down and you hear a hissing, breathy speech in a raspy voice coming from in front of you.