Storm King's Thunder

Quote from DarthAvarice >>

// were we given descriptions of the things we are looking for? //

 Ink quotes in the original giant he heard it in, then stops half way, apologizes and starts again in common.... 

"Ah'd think we should set down just north o' th' 'head' ta th' west, an start with that cave 'er  th' stone on top."

"Fair enough," Ink replies to Flint. 

"Delsephine," Ink asks, "would allow me use of your spyglass once more?"

Ink searches for altars or runes or variances in the ground level (like depressions or rises among the otherwise flat area). 

He nods to Quill, saying, "Fly a search pattern, girl, be on the lookout for anything alive or moving."

Seeing Ink give Quill orders. "Uhm... Edgar fly a search pattern the other direction, be on the lookout for anything alive or moving too."

He nods at Ink.

Situated between the Neverwinter Wood and the Crags, Morgur’s Mound is a sight to behold, although it appears long deserted.

From the sky, you can see that grass-covered mound is shaped like a crude, long-necked beast of some sort. A ridge of dragon bones juts from the head, neck, back, and tail of the mound. Enormous cairns encircle the mound out to a range of a quarter mile.

Several abandoned dig sites attest to the mound’s popularity among treasure hunters, and suggest that it has been plundered quite extensively. 

Quill eventually comes back with a dead rabbit in her talons, while Edgar comes back giving Don a feeling of fear. Don can tell that it’s more an animal thing than anything concrete. Both birds exude the sense that there is no one around the mound, save for small wildlife. 

How does the ever-wise Cat feel toward the mound st this distance?

From 50 feet above the mound, Cat seems quite curious and eager to explore.

"Uhm... guys Edgar came back scared. Is that normal? I'm thinking there might be something else here."

"Maybe... I didn't want to do this so early, but now your raven has me concerned," Ink comments.

Ink absently minded pets Quill and tells her, "Enjoy your meal, and have your fill... Edgar may want some after you're done - ravens are opportunistic feeders."

Ink then focuses and casts SENDING  targeting Harshnag... "Harshnag. What could you tell us about Morgur's Mound? Strategically speaking. We are here now. Twenty five word or less, please. Thank you."

After he sends the message Ink says, "Let's head down while we're waiting for a response. Everyone, grab a shovel."

Ink starts climbing down the ladder. 

Don looks toward the shovels extends a hand and makes a grasping motion. The nearest shovel lifts smoothly into the air then he calmly directs it over to the mound that would be the "head".

He repeats this until all the shovels are down then begins to climb down to join Ink.

Ink can make a Wisdom (Perception) check while looking through the spyglass.

When Ink contacts the giant Harshnag, the telepathic reply comes hesitantly, but purposeful: <Hello... this... is... Harshnag... Morgur’s... Mound... named... after... Uthgar’s... brother... it... belongs... to... Thunderbeast... clans... who... all... went... into... hiding... years... ago.>

In the last couple words of the reply, you get a fleeting sense of a satisfied smile. 

Matrix will again hop off below 30 feet and epic slow fall land, gun drawn and an eye out for danger. "I like this place even less then the last one"

13 perception

The bone-strewn hill, which is shaped in totality kind of like wingless dragon, sprawls unevenly across the land here, with huge bleached dragon bones rising out of its high ridges, like the stylized spikes of some sort of mythic beast.

Many digs have been started on this hill already, some looking fairly recent, with upturned dirt and rocks piled around gaping pits and holes. 

There is no obvious altar to be seen.

// Let me know how you’d like to proceed! //

Matrix can tell that this task of searching is probably going to take all day, with lots of investigating and prodding around. 

"Edgar, keep an eye out, call out if anything comes near us." He waves the bird off to circle above.

"Where should we start?"

Don casts unseen servant to help clear away the dirt as we dig. 

Investigation: 10

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Ink can make a Wisdom (Perception) check while looking through the spyglass.

When Ink contacts the giant Harshnag, the telepathic reply comes hesitantly, but purposeful: <Hello... this... is... Harshnag... Morgur’s... Mound... named... after... Uthgar’s... brother... it... belongs... to... Thunderbeast... clans... who... all... went... into... hiding... years... ago.>

In the last couple words of the reply, you get a fleeting sense of a satisfied smile. 

 Ink's perception... 19 

Ink relays Harshnag's message.... "Thunderbeast..... Thunderbeast.... Those aren't dragons. There are stories out of Chult... I think I've heard thunderbeast mentioned. Great reptiles, but not dragons. Those are just stories though - the only large reptiles I know of are dragons."

Ink isn’t sure where to start digging or even looking, but he knows that it will likely take a while, and you still have about 8 hours of daylight left.

Edgar, meanwhile, responds to Don’s command and takes to the skies with a keen eye.

Crownsguard will use his Divine Sense to scan the area. 

Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping.

Crownsguard senses no celestial, fiend, or undead in the general vicinity of the thunderbeast head.