Rivon will scout the tunnel, looking to see if his friends will be able to make it between air pockets and whether it leads anywhere useful.  He'll move in silence and will turn back at the first sign of trouble.

Stealth: 31

Perception: 14

Investigation: 11

(ICK!)

"Well, see what you can do then." Taman says to Three as they work to fill the packs. He would set his own pack near her, just making sure his spellbook and other essentials are not part of the discards. Once done with the magical identification, he would turn to the group. "The shield and axe are both magical, adding to their protective qualities... The wand is as well, it is a wand of magic missiles." He holds up the first of the potion bottles. "This one is a potion of healing." He holds up the second potion bottle. "This one I am not sure of, but it has something to do with air." He would hand any of these items out to anyone who wishes them. The only two items of use to him are the shield and the wand, but Taman would let others have first choice of them if someone wished them.

Shield is a +1 shield, greataxe is a +2 greataxe, and wand is a wand of magic missiles.

Though a touch curious and even visibly tempted by the shield(if the small grabby hand motions were anything to go by!), Three eventually looked thoughtful to the others yet still around, sighed, and then shook her head. "Yeah, not much for me here. But that's fine! We got like, soooo much money now! So like, I'm sure we can get something later. Plus, I still got this kick arse blade too!"

She pats the longsword at her hip. "That axe is pretty nice too, but... I dunno. I can hold on to it for now if noone wants it, and we can figure out the rest once we're back on the surface. And as far as I'm concerned, uhm... for what it matters. Heh. You can hold on to the rest of the small stuff Mr. Tama!" She flashes a toothy grin at the arcane cleric. It soon softens as a look of worry crosses her features staring at the dark waters. "And, uh... I-I guess, uhm... well if Mr. Riverz finds out the dragon ain't come'n back, I guess we're chilling here and patch ourselves up. But afterwards, uhm... Can we please leave this place? Like, this whole mountain in general?" She asks of Taman.

(OOC: I presume we'll be transitioning into if we haven't already into  a short rest, so rolling those bones now:)

Three's SR(3): 34

"As far as I am concerned we can leave right off." Taman agrees with Three. "Probably should finish collecting this treasure, then get somewhere not here to rest. I don't want to be resting when that dragon returns to find its horde gone."

Rivon swims backdown under the water to check out the tunnel. After swimming for about 400 feet and the tunnel keeps going, and noticing that there are no air pockets for his friends to use, Rivon decides to return back to his friends.

Taman advises the group what he has found with the Magic Items, and tells Three to see what she can do to hold as much of the treasure as possible.

Three looks at the Magic Items that Taman displays, then takes the greataxe (I'm assuming no one has an issue with Three grabbing it), then tells Taman that he can hold onto the rest. Three then sits for a while as Rivon has gone off to explore the underwater area while still finding places to put the treasure. Three also inquires if they can leave the whole mountain now since defeating the Dragon. Taman agrees and makes a very astute observation that the Dragon will be VERY upset at returning to find her horde gone.

"No exit that way unless you can breathe under water.  I can, thanks to this spiffy helmet, but unless someone can magic up a solution, it looks like we're backtracking.  Did you find anything good?"

Three looked the darkened ceiling, furrowed her brow, and hummed a little tune to herself before snapping her attention back down towards Rivon after a few moments. "Nope! Didn't quite adapt in that direction. But, maybe the next time we're back in Waterdeep, I can ask him to make some adjustments!" She said cheerily; her spirit clearly rekindled with the return of the halfling. "But yeah, we found lotsa stuff. But like, Taman says we shouldn't really chill here any longer, and, uh... I like kinda agreed earlier, but.. ya know. Anyhow! Let's get going! Mr. Cromanthyr! You prolly should stay in the back 'till we're topside at least. Which speaking of, uh.. I guess we're gonna have to do a bit of swimming with the bridge out, huh?" 

On that note, unless there's any other objections, Three readily takes point on navigating back the way the group came with whatever assistance from the others. Though wherever it was possible to avoid swimming she'd just as surely would do so along the way to the ladder. 

"I do not have magic of that power as of yet." Taman remarks in response to magicing up some way to have them all breathe under water. He nods to Three. "As Three stated, I believe it is time to get out of here." He helps grab anything that has not been grabbed, and would be ready to move out. Taman will start using the wand and shield, as no one else has stated they wished one of them.

You retrace your steps, back to the great hall, where you are able to take a Long Rest and recover, keeping a very careful watch on your gear. Before you leave, Nimira, the leader of this group of Duergar, asks about your journeys and if you had in fact encountered any Dragons down in the depths of Khudrukar.

With a certain chimera being full rested, it's near impossible to keep Three from sharing the story of the group's various journey since the last time the group met Nimira. Though a curt word from Rivon or Taman is yet plenty enough to give her pause long enough to clam up. With or without such interference, she would've hesitated all the same at the mention of the dragon, seeming a mix of both annoyed and frustrated at something. Eventually she turns to Taman and Rivon, and looked half hopeful and torn. But in the end, that side of things she intended to leave to the pair, if not the rest of the group. 

Rivon is carelessly looking around, paying almost no attention to the conversation, happy to let Three and the others tell their story.  He completely misses the cue to chime in.

Taman smiles at Three and turns back to the dwarf. "Yes there is indeed a dragon down there." He informs her. "We drove it away for the moment, but it will likely be back." He shrugs. "It has an escape tunnel in a lake down there, which allows it to escape if threatened too badly, so we could not end its threat to you."

"Mn. Mn.... Oh! But, if you wreck that escape tunnel, I bet it won't come back of course! Then you'd pretty much have the whole place to yourself!" Three assured chipperly, regaining some of her spunk with incidental encouragement of Taman. "I mean, assuming that Big Daddy skeleton doesn't show up again, and whatever else decides to wander in from the surface. But like, you know, and like my boss knows, you can only do so much about things... BUT keep a dragon out is a pretty helpful thing I bet! Just don't take too long and watch out for the waters closely. 'cause like, this dragon is a bit of a chicken turd 'bout not fighting upfront." 

After you tell your many stories about your adventures, you make the trek back to Blasingdell to collect on your Orc bounty as well as get a brief rest on your way back to Waterdeep. As you are walking through the small town it seems as though your fame has already started to spread into the town as the townsfolk hail you on the street and congratulate you on helping them with their problem. The Mayor advises you that they are throwing a huge feast in your honor, and that he will give you your bounty during the during the celebration as well as present you with your honorific titles.

As you relax at the Feast everyone seems to be in good moods, After the feast, but before the rest of the celebrations, the Mayor calls you up to the front of the Longhouse and gets everyone's attention. He then goes on about how great and wonderful these adventurers are (naming each of you by name, and telling a bit about your heroic deeds on your adventures). He then presents each of you with a medal and honorary title (Chancellor) of the town of Blasingdell. He then presents you with a small sack filled with coins (675 gp for the 27 Orc heads you brought back and he doubled the amount as all the Orcs were killed including the Ogre leader. Total gp earned = 1,350).

After the celebrations you rest for the night to continue your journey back to Waterdeep.

After the feast Taman is just happy to get some peace and quiet. He settles into the room allotted him and prays to his god, then studies his spellbook.

<TIME PASSES>

As Rivon enters the Yawning Portal and sees his companions at the table in the corner, he 'casually' squares the bow on his back, making it impossible for anyone not to see it.  As he walks toward the table, he deliberately leans forward a few degrees to make the immaculate weapon even more evident to his friends.  

He is, as always, as subtle as a brick, but he won't say anything about his new treasure unless someone asks.  If nobody asks in the first 30 seconds, he starts moving around the table and 'accidentally' turning too quickly, causing the bow to clonk into a few heads.  Surely they must notice it!

Vey rubs the back of his head looking back at the Halfling who just smacked him in the back of the head while he was drinking alone at an adjacent table. With the obvious mirth he seemed to be quite proud of that bow lacquered and well kept he thinks to himself it must be new. With a bit of a laugh he nod at him still rubbing the knot in his head “Indeed it’s a nice bow but if you keep using it as a bludgeoning weapon it probably won’t stay that nice for long.” 

As Three, Taman, and finally Rivon (after he stops showing off his new bow, and hitting people in the head with it), are sitting at their table near the back side of The Well, they notice quite a commotion from The Well as a large Troll's head comes flying out and rolling to a stop right in front of their table. A fierce yelling, in a deep voice can be heard coming from The Well as they call another person over to help pull someone up from the bottom. You don't know who this is, but they've got the mouth of a Pixie herder. Finally, you see a Dwarf being pulled out of The Well on the rope "elevator".

"I thought the smell was the troll, but I see I was mistaken."

"AND THAT'LL TEACH YE TUH NOT MESS WITH A FOCKIN' DWARF AGAIN YEH UNRIPE BANANA LOOKIN' BASTARD!" The dwarf shouts loudly as he vaults over the edge of the yawning portal, leaning over to continue yelling at the disembodied head as if it could receive his message any more than it already had. Pausing for a moment and glancing up to see everyone in the yawning portal staring at him, taking a confident look around he grabs the head of the troll and cries out "A DRINK FOR EVERYBODY IN THE TAVERN, ON FUJIN IRONSTAR!" He tosses 7 gold to whoever has the unfortunate fate of pouring all these drinks. He whispers "Aie, keep the change lad..." Before wandering back over and looking down into the portal again. "There might be another'en coming, there were two of 'em on me down there. Took one of 'em's heads off and lost the other one getting pulled up. Might be making it's way up now. Grab a torch if ye' got one." He projects to anyone who's still listening.