Rivon searches the bodies.

Perception: 19

Investigation: 8

"We're close?! Awww hot diggity hell hound! That's great! Sorta, mostly, kind of at least. 'cause like, as much as I wouldn't mind tangling with some more thunder beast as you guys seemed to call'em, or so I heard back in town at least, we can only keep so much meat on us 'fore it starts rotting. And boss always told me that if I'm gonna kill somethin' good, that I aughta follow the kobolds example and make the most of'em." Three readily admits. She then side-eyes some of the fallen and starts rubbing chin as if considering something. 

"So the wizarrad was false?" Shere searches the Wizard 

Rolled a 24 investigation in the game log.

Rivon searches the bodies and doesn't find anything of interest on them, except when he's searching the priest and his tunic moves a bit, he notices a tattoo on his chest. Looking closer, it's not a tattoo of anything he's seen before.

 Shere searches the Wizard and finds that he too is not what he seems as there is nothing on him except his clothes that portray him as a Wizard. No spellbook, no components, no wand or staff. He also has the same tattoo on his chest though. Looking closer at all the bodies, they all have this tattoo on them.

"Kurrumba, the man is not even a Wizarrd. It is by the divines they made it this farr." He examins the tattoo closer, thinking he may know this Arcana 5 in game log. Not sure he asks 

"Does anyone know about this Tattoo?"

"Clearly they're with the Mechanic's Union.  Notice the wrenches?"

"Hm? Tattoo?" Three finally wanders over, and once they are pointed out, squints real hard while scratching her temple. "I don't think that's it, Mr. Rivers. And... definitely not a Gondite thing from what I can remember from back home." She absentmindedly said as much, before starting to poke and pull at the flesh at the skin to try and straighten out the design a bit more.

"Kinda got local culty vibes from it tho'! So I guess there was somethin' to what they said earlier. Flask 'n 'em I mean." Three further comments, then looked up and continued with an innocent smile. "Think we aughta skin'em?"

Shere shakes his head no adamantly to Three "People, even dead. Should not be eaten, by people. " He looks at Toot Toot "I've seen clerrerics can speak with the dead, can you?"

Toot toot hovers near the body, “hmmm, it’s too late for me to do that and I do not power over the dead, only the lost.”

Three furrows her brow. "Why not? Kobolds do it all the time! Well, sometimes. Goblins too... I think? Either way, once you're dead you're just meat and bones! Well, your body is, and yer soul or whatever goes off to mess with Kelmvor and his cronies till he boots your butt off to other afterlives and stuff." She says nonchalantly. "And Sis always said that if you're not gonna make use of the remains, then you're just being wasteful!"

She then looks back to the corpses, and for a moment, there's a hint of guiltiness on her face before she sighs. "But I'm not that hungry, and I'm sure there's some chompers out there that won't come by for a free meal later anyhow." She said, sounding more dismissive towards the end.

Fujin speaks to Three, although seems to be looking nostalgically off to the north. "Aie, it all be a matter of perspective lass. Back where I'm comin' from, some believe that desecratin' the body of one who's passed can irreversibly scar their soul after it's moved on, "not even a god can heal it" they'd be sayin'. That's why we had them burial rights where we be puttin' the dead in a strong box and diggin' 'em a hole in firstpeak for that box to fit in and then be sealed away, never to be gettin' disturbed."

Fujin looks back up to the Chimera, "Kobolds'n whatever probably don't be seein' it that way though, they's probably to shortsighted'n dimwitted to realize what comes after the fact. So it all depends on if you're feeling like you're ruining that which might be Sacred'r not."

Three appears thoughtful for a moment, but then shrugged. "Not really. And even if I am, ain't much fixing that now innit? 'summin' a god can't fix it 'n all that. 'cause like, I've eaten lots of different kinds of people. Mostly orcs, kobolds, goblins, lizardfolks, and a couple others types too. Not those stinky but tTrogs tho' from my first adventure though! Too poisonous."  She feigns gagging and shaking her head in disgust. "I did hear some folk also burn their dead to ash, but I always thought that was more for crops or material components for super magic or somethin'."

"A funerral Prrierr? Sounds good." Looking at the dead bodies of people that seem to have no skill he really starts to doubt they started very far away.

"Do you guys think, they'rre frrom nearrby? Seams they'rre storries completely don't check. Thrree can you take just one of the tattoos? No eat."

Three raises a brow ridge, at Shere, only to shrug a moment later. "Sure, Shere. Tho' like I said, I ain't all that hungry." She said while casually pulling out a small hunting knife to carve out a tattoo, before immediately offering it to Shere. "And Flask mentioned somethin' bout being close since they about, and the next group not being as friendly. So, probably wanna get move on 'fore it gets too dark and they start pulling that crap that dragon did back 'n the mountain." 

Survival 11 in the game log. to take the tattoo only.

Shere and three work together to remove a tattoo from one of the dead bodies. You decide to head out before any other groups of people approach the camp and cause trouble for you. You continue off in the direction you were heading to hopefully find the temple you are looking for.

Off in the distance you finally see what you believe is what you were looking for, a large pyramid rising just above the trees. As you get closer the trees start to fade away and the grass and brush are replaced by cracked and overgrown flagstones.

As you head toward the pyramid temple, you tread across the cracked and overgrown flagstones, stepping over fallen and shattered pillars, pushing aside vines and briars.

When you are nearly at the temple, the sound of creatures crashing through the underbrush comes from behind you. You turn around to see people moving through the woods toward the clearing around the pyramid.

Then, suddenly, the earth shudders and gapes open beneath your feet and you are falling amid the roar of collapsing masonry. Dust fills the air and the sunlight disappears as the darkness swallows you.

"I,ee Kurrumbaaaaaaaa!" Shere shouts.

"Ah! gravity works!"

"Alright, time to--" Is about all Three gets out as she turned about to face the humans while drawing forth Tom, before stumbling and looking around confused. "Oh Snnnnaaaa-haa-haaaaap!!!" She yells as she fell holding onto Tom for dear life! Though some instincts try to compel her to search around for anything to grab on, if the fall should be long enough, fear gives ways soon enough to excited cheering from the chimera.

As he starts to fall, Rivon pulls out his Immovable Rod, grips it firmly and horizontally, then clicks the button.  He attempts to both hang from it and to grab the nearest party member to prevent them from falling.

Potentially relevant rolls:

Acrobatics: 10

Athletics: 20

Dex Save: 10