Storm King's Thunder

Marav tries to see if he can figure out what is causing it.

Nature: 10

//If nature doesn't turn up anything I'll ritually cast Detect Magic.//

You can definitely tell this isn't natural. These plants are withering not from the roots, but from proximity to the keep.

Is the keep wood by any chance? 

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Is the keep wood by any chance? 

//The door still open? Or window? Just wondering if I start lobbing fire into it if it will likely catch fire.//

"Well gents i just wanted to welcome you to the town and make sure you weren't trouble, now that i know you are a good sort i can return to my comrades and finish the fight we started. See you later, and we can raise our glasses to victory for a change!" Rip will pause by Angel and whisper "hey, keep an eye on these guys for me until we get back?"

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//The door still open? Or window? Just wondering if I start lobbing fire into it if it will likely catch fire.//

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"Well gents i just wanted to welcome you to the town and make sure you weren't trouble, now that i know you are a good sort i can return to my comrades and finish the fight we started. See you later, and we can raise our glasses to victory for a change!" 

Meanwhile, Flint and Ink are relaxing in the space provided by the Tiny Hut, when a sound like rattling bones is heard from inside the Keep. Shambling towards Ink's forcefield is a fresh group of skeletons (over a dozen and counting, streaming out of the long hallway and down the nearby flight of stairs) armed with greataxes and bows. Some of their bones are shattered or missing. 

On the other side of the keep, Marav notices that Steele is beginning to get agitated by something.

Keeping an eye out, while he waits he will ritually cast Speak with Animals. He heads back toward the hut.  (If I can get the spell cast before I am presumably attacked then he will ask Steele what's up)

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Keeping an eye out, while he waits he will ritually cast Speak with Animals. He heads back toward the hut.  (If I can get the spell cast before I am presumably attacked then he will ask Steele what's up)

"Ye should get help while ah hold th' door elf. Ah'm too slow fer anythin' else. "

"I'm not about to let you face this alone. How about we peek our head out the door, yell for help, and then I drop a powered up ice knife in the middle of those shambles of bones (focusing on those with ranged weapons) and then we just start breaking down skeletons the best we can.... I don't suppose that that short rest allowed you to recover some divine assistance from Moradin that you can channel into those skeletons after my spell goes off?"

Ink readies the reddish scimitar in one hand and Blood in the other. 

The skeletons start slamming against the dome of force with their weapons. Their strikes have zero effect against the Tiny Hut, but they tirelessly throw themselves at it, driven by an inscrutable compulsion. 

//recovered 2 uses of turn undead//

"Aye, ah'll have moradin at me back. Ah'll stand with ye then! "

Ink and Flint can now see over 20 skeletons, with all manner of weapons (mostly greataxes and bows), rushing against the Tiny Hut that stands in the doorway of the Keep.

// Just lemme know how you wanna do this! //

Rip has left the tavern, can he see/hear the skeleton ruckus? perception if needed 13

Rip is halfway back to the Keep, and can't hear anything amiss just yet.

As Marav is casting his ritual spell, he hears a gurgling moan from somewhere just inside the trees...then, bursting forth from the forest, dragging one foot as it raises bloated arms and a huge morningstar, is an ogre! But this one has been dead for some time. Whatever foul magic that now animates this creature, it is lurching towards you with a blank expression on its rotting face.

If  there is room, flint will place himself between the skeletons and ink, hopefully in the doorway and will prepare to dodge for the turn while ink casts his first spell. Will play it by ear after that.

"Ready."