laid back apocalypse

Seeing Ebele go down, Reghys is running towards Ebele as fast as they can and once within sixty feet of the last remaining cultist, shouts:
"You're no fire cultist, you're just a guy full of hot air!" 

Casting vicious mockery for 1 on the cultist, before facing the unconscious Ebele, and starting to sing:

"Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin'
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive"

Casting healing word on Ebele, healing her for 7 points.

The cultist staggers back some more

Ebele could of sworn she was dreaming of a laser light show and some funky dance moves just before the moment she felt herself come too. Thank you Reghys... She could tell she was on the ground and could hear the shuffle of feet close by and Kerric’s taunts. The monk would remain as she was, laying on the ground ‘playIng dead’, waiting for the most opportune moment to strike. 

Ebele would kick her feet up to hurl herself back up with forward motion, moving swiftly into an attack with her staff, followed by a punch  

Attack: 24 Damage: 14 
BA: Unarmed Attack: 23 Damage: 5 

He showed no mercy, so neither did she. Ebele would bring her staff up between his legs with a swift thwack, taking him down to his knees before her. She’d follow up with a hard punch to the back of his head to bring his agony to an end. The monk would straighten up her posture with a firm stance as she’d listen to make sure there were no other threats. 

Finally, when she felt confident enough they all were safe, Ebele’s body would relax. She’d partially crumple over, wrapping an arm around herself, holding onto her wounds that weren’t fully healed. A light grin would tug at her cheeks. “I owe Reghys some good brew...” The monk would begin fumbling out her med kit to get to patching up her wounds.

Seeing Ebele double over, Reghys quickly calls to the others: "Let's rest up for a bit, recuperate before we head on. Ebele, maybe save those supplies for an emergency. We aren't in any particular hurry to get to Wormford I feel, and with cultists such as these atttacking us on the open road, I'd much rather be ready and fresh when we face them."

“I agree with the Satyr. I could use a bit of a rest.” Xalkas quickly agrees. Before so resting, he will investigate the bodies for any useful gear. Hoping to find arcane items on the fire cultist caster. 

 Investigation: 22

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker looks around, "How are you possibly supposed to reason with people for whom reason has completely deserted them?" 

He cleans the blood off of his blade using one of their shirts then sheathes it and picks up his hand crossbow once more.  He sits down on the wagon, pulling out a hankercheif and dabbing a bit of sweat from his brow.  "Whew.  Well, that was exhilirating.  Look!  More horses!  I'll...get to it." 

He hops off of the wagon and heads down the road to see if he can wrangle the couple of horses that were left behind, taking a few moments to search the dead bodies while he goes. 

As the group rests, T'chal'fronack'zcinicker talks out loud mostly to himself, "I was serious about debating terms with these guys. There's a lot of unknowns and frankly, ignorance, when it comes to basic bureaucratic mechanism in the general population. And given these mechanisms are largely for their benefit as citizens........"   You find his droning drivel sets your mind into a calm helpful rest as you wait.... (Song of Rest, extra 1d6 healing for everyone who does some healing.) 

Seeing some of the group start to nod off at T's explanations, Reghys decides to let them sleep, rather than disturb them with a song.

treasure trove

2 riding horses asleep branded with the same stylized B  (probably stolen)

4 black iron breast plates and 4 long swords 

2 heavy crossbows with 40 bolts

the robed figure has a dagger and a baglike pouch

cash  29gp 110 sp and 17 cp

all the corpses have a brand on their hand (posted in discord)

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker spends some time categorizing everything and writing.  "I'm going to have to try and sell a bunch of this at the next town. Any of this magical?" he asks Xalkas.  

He hands everyone 5 gold, 9 silver, and 9 copper. 

He also looks at the heavy crossbow, then looks at his little hand crossbow.  Then back to the heavy crossbow.  He looks to the group, "If nobody minds, I'm going to borrow this, and the 40 bolts for a while...." 

He picks the thing up, hefting it around to get a feel for it.  

Xalkas checks over the items while wracking his brain trying to determine if there are any arcane elements to them. 

Arcana: 12

 Xalkas then moves a safe distance away (30 ft) and uses mage hand to open the pouch. 

the pouch detects arcane

opening it with the mage hand reveals...........................

While the others are resting, Reghys quickly gathers the bag, and sorts through their belongings to find a pearl. Once found, they sit on the ground studying the bag for ten minutes to identify it.

When T asks to borrow the heavy crossbow, they immediately beam at T with a bright smile: "If you're going for an upgrade, mind if I use your old thing? I just don't want our investment to be for nothing, and I could really use something a bit more ranged for when I've used up all the charges of my wand."

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker looks at his hand crossbow, then looks to Reghys with about as much trust as a a person standing under a flock of seagulls. He sighs and then nods, "Of course, of course."  But rather than reaching for the hand crossbow to hand it over, he reaches for his bag and pulls out a contract.  He begins scribbling on it, then hands it to Reghys, "Basic loan agreement. You of course will reimburse me for the cost of replacement in case it is damaged or lost. They typically go for 75 gold, but this one has sentimental value, so I've listed it at a flat 100gp, plus of course any fees for acquiring said replacement unless a suitable one is provided by you which must be done within a reasonable time frame."  He holds out the contract and pen for Reghys to sign.

The bag identifies as a bag of holding

As soon as Reghys figures out what the bag is, they immediately lose focus on the crossbow, and instead excitedly turn the bag upside down, looking to see what drops out. Meanwhile, half-listening to the tiefling, they say: "Unacceptable. After all, I could have kept all of these goodies to myself... Either you trust me enough to give me that crossbow, knowing I'll do everything in my power to keep you, your property and this group safe, or I won't take it. For the love of the gods, we're friends aren't we?"

For the bag: 6, 5 and 4

Xalkas rolls his eyes hearing T'chal'fronack'zcinicker trying to draw up yet another contract.

”Reghys, would you help me inspect the contents, if any, of the bag-like pouch?” 

As the items spill forth, Reghys smiles towards the gnome: "Of course, I've already started with the bag, haven't I?"

Xalkas tries, and fails, to stop a low groan escaping his lips as he watches more than should have been able to fit in the bag come tumbling out. 

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker sits there as they dump the bag of holding out, thinking on the topic, "Sure, of course we're friends. Which is why this loan agreement has very few enforcement measures and has what I believe are quite favorable terms. I think it's even MORE important for friends to sign such agreements, as it avoids confusion, and worse, emotional responses that could damage the development of said relationship. For example, if I'd asked for 100 gold as a replacement cost after an accidental situation, you may accuse me of gouging you, or refuse. This makes everything quite clear and avoids unfortunate misunderstanding.  But, if you are more offended at the thought of formalizing an agreement with me, despite my obvious desire to do so, then I suppose the value of said agreement is ultimately negative, and thus self-defeating."  He sighs heavily, "Very well...."  He rolls the agreement back up and stows it in his bag, and leaves the hand crossbow, along with a bundle of 40 bolts on the edge of the wagon, and hops off of the wagon and goes for a short walk by himself as the group picks through the magic bags contents.