Storm King's Thunder

The stone feels relatively solid, and exceptionally heavy, to Matrix. 

Don continues to work his spell, "Matrix, if you don't help you don't get a share of whatever magic they find."

"What they are expecting to find they are giving up as an offering, not keeping. Hmm solid enough to me, crownsguard want to give this a nudge, see if it's a lid? Not enough to break it now but to see if it moves"

Crownsguard will help lift if it is!

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"I was hired to protect, not serve. Dig your own holes." Matrix walks up to the slab set a foot against it and gives an exploratory push

 "Keep in mind that the longer we're here the more of a chance you'll have to act on that contract to protect us - maybe it's a handful of barbarians, or maybe it's a whole tribe... Either way, I'd rather not find out. So protect us by digging."

After a pause, Ink quips," And I hope those weapons of yours have silver in them, because this particular tribe of Uthgardt embraced their ferocity and can become werewolves at will."

Ink continues digging. 

"Could also be dragons."

Ink comments to Flint, "Maybe you should see if that raven over there is hiding anything while you've got your eldritch sight going."

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"Could also be dragons."

 Crownsguard chimes in while he lifts, “He is correct. It could be dragons.” He returns to lifting.

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"Could also be dragons."

 "Nah - different tribes... Different totems," remarks Ink.

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Ink comments to Flint, "Maybe you should see if that raven over there is hiding anything while you've got your eldritch sight going."

 "It's out o' range."

"Well that's something you could have told me yesterday when I could have silvered some ammo. And I've done enough digging to last a lifetime"

Don is clearly concentrating hard, but throughout the process he keeps getting distracted by the giant ravens. Finally after seeming forever a puff of smoke and sitting in front of him is a nearly identical raven to the ones above him, but on a much smaller scale.

"This is so  cool. Ink, look what I did!" He looks like a kid with a new toy. "I'll call you Edgar."

He then brushes himself off and walks over to help dig. As he does he casually spins one of his silver daggers between his fingers. "Always carry silver Matty."

"To be fair, I usually only go after normal people and haven't needed silvered weapons. Guess I need to change my thinking. Next time we go to a site that's sacred to werewolves please tell me so before we are digging things up."

With Ink, Crownsguard, and Flint digging, they make a surprising amount of headway while Dontontion is performing his summoning spell.

With Don helping, it only takes about 30 more minutes before you have excavated the buried relic: a 14-foot-long, 250-pound bone, part of which is wrapped in old leather.

Crownsguard grabs it, locks his joints, and heaves the bone over his shoulders, “Mission accomplished. Excellent work, team. Shall we be leaving?”

"Think we should fill it back in?"

The barbarian greataxes are all basically ruined from the activity, and those of you with flesh & blood are sweating from all the effort (despite the subzero temperatures). 

Don concentrates and extends his awareness into Edgar's. "Ohhhh Ink... this is so cool. Why didn't you tell me this was so cool." He commands Edgar to fly round looking for anything interesting.

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"This is so  cool. Ink, look what I did!" He looks like a kid with a new toy. "I'll call you Edgar."

 Ink turns to look at Don's work. "Very nice, Don. You know..." Ink begins to drone on about the various ways one could use a familiar both in and out of combat as they complete the digging effort. 

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Crownsguard grabs it, locks his joints, and heaves the bone over his shoulders, “Mission accomplished. Excellent work, team. Shall we be leaving?”

 "No," Ink replies. "We were told that each tribe had a relic - and this area is being shared by two tribes." Ink points to the giant raven statue. 

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"Think we should fill it back in?"

 "Not a bad idea, Flint. Also, if this thing is giving off a magical aura, perhaps you can identify it."

Ink starts pushing the dirt and earth back into the hole, saying, "Well, these axes are ruined - so for digging they exclusively are... We really need to get some actual excavating tools."

Ink takes a moment to look at the bone to see what creature may have "sacrificed" itself for it and what purpose the leather has in this design.

After the hole has been refilled, Ink grabs any axes not in use and tosses them into the bag of holding. He then makes his way to the Raven statue, being mindful of the actual ravens in the air and begins to inspect it for runes and clues. He calls back to Flint, "When you're done with that bone, please, bring that eldritch sight of yours over here." 

Don is nodding and listening to Ink's every word. A silly grin is on his face as the raven flies higher and higher with Don watching out of the raven's eyes.

//Do the big ravens pay Edgar any mind? Perception: 7