Redleaf shrugs. "Ask Lanoros, I wasn't paying attention to the overgrown roots that was talking to us about them. He was interested in them though. I care not about them. I care about the seeds the elf was carrying." 

Starting to calm down after a few deep breaths, "Hmmm... alright, I will do just that." Gotrek turns and calls out, "Oi! Lanaros! Come and check this out."

Thromkor tenses just before each body is uncovered, and his breath catches at the last. He limps over to the dwarf and looks down upon the body. His eyes look into Tibold's. "Help me look," he says quietly before lowering himself down onto his knees.

Investigation with advantage given by Tibold aiding him: 8

Lanoros in shock. "Oh boy, I think we may have a problem. I know only of the elf carrying the seeds that Redleaf speaks of, but the human and dwarf here seem to be dressed pretty regally. very fine robes and may be part of the delegation. This one though, his armor seems odd." Lanoros takes a closer look at the armor, to see if there are any symbols on it. 

Investigation 11

Search the man and the dwarf, see if they are carrying anything.  Document, messages, papers that sort of thing.  Could help identify them.  Anyone have detect magic to see if they were possibly trying to conceal anything?

"The one with the armor is a follower of Ogremoch the Prince of Evil Earth. And that other one." Points to the one wearing the white robes with the feather. " is a supporter of Yan-C-Bin, the Prince of Evil Air. I wonder what they are doing here now. This can't be good. Those cults fizzled out 150 years ago due to Mystra's interference so it is said. The Princes of the Evil Elements all swore allegiance to the Elder Elemental Eye aka The Mad GodTharizdun. So it seems that The Elder Elemental Eye is up and running again and his flunkies the Princes of the Elemental planes are up to no good again."

Redleaf scratches her beard and scowls. "I could be all wrong of course and my memory could be fuzzy. I am old yer know. Someone search around the area for tracks and such. I have no real skills in that department. See if you can find where the rest of the people that buried these guys went."

Lanoros looks at Phantom. The panther begins to sniff around, "I'll have Phantom see if he can find us a trail to follow. Check the Dwarf, see if he is a friend or foe. Once we have a scent I can track down the raiding party. Let us hope that the rest of the delegation is being held prisoner and not in another one of these cairns."

Tibold tries to help Thromkor but he's quite distracted by the Redleaf's words.

"Elemental cults?" he mutters to Tibold.

"And here I thought this would be a boring trip!"

After sheathing her rapiers in their scabbards on her left hip, Sirahane looks over the uncovering of the bodies with mild distaste though she tries to hide it by holding a handkerchief to her nose. "A necessary evil, I suppose," she says quietly to herself. Peering closely at the richly attired dwarf with various smithing smybols on his robes, Sira searches her memory to see if she knows of the man or his origins from her father's various business dealings.

History: 20

As the party stands around on the hill-top you realise that you have a remarkably good view of the surrounding hills from this vantage point. Several miles to the west you can make out the tiny outline of Red Larch, and the thin dark line marking the Long Road. Several miles to the north, you see a slender old tower circled by large birds. You can all see Phantom scouring the ground for tracks. It has been snowing, sleeting and raining for the past day and Phantom is unable to find a scent or tracks to follow. All you can find on the ground around the graves are a  few broken arrows, a discarded javelin, and a tattered gray cloak.

Redleaf looks towards the tower and points it out to the group. "My eyes suck, what kind of birds are those? Do they look like vultures circling something? Any luck on anyone finding tracks? And who wants to climb down the borrows with me?"

Thromkor looks up at Tibold and smiles. "It doesn't appear to be him." The dragonborn slowly gets back on his feet.

Tibold lets out a sigh of relief.

"That's good, though it means we still haven't actually found him. Less good."

Gotrek, having now calmed down from his initial burst of anger thinks to himself, "I might finally be on the right path. I am getting closer brother."

"Yeah, I'm coming," Gotrek says, heading towards the burrows' entrance.

"I say after we check out these burrows we head towards that tower with the large ominous black birds circling it," Redleaf says to no one in particular as she heads towards the first burrow and peers down it.

The burrow is about about 8 feet in diameter and you hear a faint chittering sound from somewhere off in the darkness.

Thromkor limps forward to stand beside Redleaf and Gotrek. "If that sound is more of them, maybe we should draw them out instead of meeting them on their turf." He utters three words in Draconic and the ground begins to rumble. Immediately, he utters two more words in Draconic while looking at Redleaf and then nods at her. "Call them."

OOC: Redleaf's voice is now three times louder for one minute.

Tibold raises his eyebrows at Thromkor's display.

"So much for subtlety," he mutters, stepping back from the mounds.

"A fair plan, I'd not want to fight those things in a dark, narrow, tunnel. Let them come." Sirahane says as she places her hands on the hilts of her rapiers.

Lanoros nods at the others and collects his two fired arrows. "If it is to fight more of these things, we should do it now. If not, we should get going before they arrive, and stay on the trail of the delegation. That tower is probably our best bet." He starts to slink away from the burrows and takes up a position toward the back of the group, bow and arrow in hand.