"I fear, Sorak, there are many more reavers hidden throughout this structure."

Tyde looks at the impressive size of the former prisoner and thinks he would be a good addition to their front lines, someone to keep everyone from attacking Kethra in fights.

"If it's honor you seek. Stopping them from visiting the same misdeeds on nearby villagers that they shared with you would gain much honor."

Xanranzan takes up the dagger with an appreciative smile, and spent a few seconds examining its edge and balance. Distracted, he only catches snippets of the follow-up and fails to immediately answer Tyde in his obsession with studying the blade. Concentration finally breaks after hearing a bit of the exchange between Tyde and Sorak. The latter of which, though he never admitted to it aloud outside maybe a slip of the tongue, reminded him of a goliath.

"Well, I gotta say ya'll did pretty well fer yerselves. Oh, and, uh... uhhh... You were asking if I knew where they took our stuff? Well, I'm somewhat ashamed to it admit it, but I don't rightly know. Made a bit of a fuss when I first came too after the kidnapping, and they knocked me out at some point on the way here. So, I can only assume the salt lickers jacked it in my sleep." He said frankly. "But, I don't imagine its too far from here. Less trouble to sort if they wind up with a larger haul of prisoners." Xanranzan frowned at the admission.

Sorak nods in agreement. He says, "I also do not recall how I came to be here. Last I recall was being in a tavern."

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"My name is Tyde. Here, you can use my dagger for now." Tyde hands Xanranzan his dagger."

Kethra whips her head to meet Mr. Tyde's eyes after so easily giving his name out in the middle of an enemy fortress, then giving out a weapon. However, as everyone continues to talk her shoulders relax a little as she realizes that these two guys share the same common enemy.

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"Many thanks! Sorak Darkblade am I. In your debt am I, friends. Saddened to hear you say the reavers are slain. They have affronted my honor. I wished to discuss this with them."

"Same here!" the cloaked girl exclaimed, which reveals a lock of white hair which she quickly tucks back in behind her hood. "They killed my teacher, Master Stormwind and took our town's venerated sword, The Silver Watchtower! And you need weapons, huh?"

The petite girl opens up her hood, pulling out the oversized maul of a famous local mercenary leader, Jolliver Grimjaw. It drips fresh of blood and has a few teeth embedded in it, as if it was forcibly shoved into a shark's maw and twisted around. She puts it on the ground standing up with a bit of a thud. "Uhm, I have this weapon, but I'm kind of fond of it. I can give you a couple of throwing javelins, and...oh, I know! Here, hold this."

She then takes out a greataxe shaft with dwarven writing, and hands it to her tusked acquaintance. Then taking out a blade of ogrillion make and a blacksmith's hammer in her other hand, she'll offer to fix the head onto the shaft.

"It's a little too big for me, anyways. And you say those warriors are called reavers, huh? We never really let one live long enough to tell us about their life story, so that's good to know..."

Sorak holds up a staying hand to the petite woman with her bristling assortment of weapons. He says, "Armor they take from I; but never alone am I. The Darkblade is never far." Sorak extends his right hand away from his body. In a moment shadows gather in his hand and extend upward forming the outline of a large bladed weapon, before coalescing into a dark steel great sword. The blade is almost as long as the tusked warrior is tall. Mystical runes trace along the middle of the blade, appearing to almost diminish the light in it's immediate vicinity.

Sorak flashes his tusk filled grin once more. The familiar weight of accursed blade in his hands a comfort. He says, "The Darkblade will never leave I. It is atonement for past transgressions. Keep your arms, fair one or perhaps Xanranzan can make use of them." Sorak moves to leave the cell in his meager attire and wielding The Darkblade.

Tyde meets Kethra's gaze and quickly realizes he must of did something wrong.

"Perhaps we should explore further, both to find their stuff and find out if there are any more reavers nearby. If they help us against the reavers we'll know we can trust them a little more. I know this isn't the best situation to be making new... uh, friends, but it's clear the reavers weren't treating them the best."

Trying to hide her amazement at the introduction of Sorak's Darkblade, the hooded girl quickly gathers up her stuff and moves closer to the wizard. "Y-Y-Yeah, good idea! And if we can't find your effects, we can always exhume that armored wench we sank to the bottom of the riverbed a few minutes ago. You can dry it off and I can fix it up to his size..."

And more privately she whispers to Mr. Tyde, "Sorry, but I was just surprised that you were so trusting all of the sudden! We know there's more than one cult moving around these parts...but at least these guys don't seem to have any cult-ish markings on them, I guess."

"Huh?Is that what they're called?" Xanranzan muttered to themselves, then shrugged believing the name not really matter all too much. Whether they were Reavers or Reapers or Salt Lickers or Whatever, their actions spoke louder than any title. "I'm sorry to hear that 'bout your master. Hope-" His stopped there with wide eyes at the veritable arsenal on the girl. Which funnily enough through him more for a loop than her feat of strength moments before, and warranted a drawn out whistle and nods of approval.

Somehow, he manages to go even more bug-eyed at Sorak's summoning of a blade. Before he can ask the first obvious question to come out however, the suggestion gives him pause. "... I'd appreciate one'm javelins, but uh... like yer friend is suggesting... kind of... uh... Probably better we sort the rest of that lot out 'fore we worry overly much about some impromptu "repairs", as it were I think. Though it is appreciated as far as looking out for the rest of our stuff" He chuckled. "And if its all the same with you lot, I'd prefer to keep to the, uh, proverbial back of the cart, as it were, until I'm more-" He gestures up and done himself. "Equipped.. heh.. But no worries. I do know a bit of magic for mending wounds and couple other tricks that aughta help us out in a pinch."

Rubin steps out of the darkness, becoming visible again.  “If we are done with all of this talking, we should either head onward or back the way we came in...  He frowns at the others.  “What are we after down here anyway?  I thought we were seeking those deligates, this place seems a bit far afield for that searching...”

"If they're keeping prisoners down here, there may be others. Perhaps even the deligates."

Tyde motions onward, "But you're right, we should get moving." 

"Sounds good! Could use the stretch, among other reasons." Xanranzan comments, chuckles, and would move to follow after the others.

"We're here for the delegates yeah. But after getting through four fights already today, we're all getting tired...if we don't see anyone for a while, maybe we should backtrack and rest by the docks."

The hooded girl shrugs and follows the party. Taking out a javelin from her cloak she hands it to the citrine eyed genasi, but also offers him a shortsword. 

"I've got a javelin to spare, but are you sure you don't want something a little..lighter?"

If Xan takes any of the items from her, Kethra curiously looks over his ruby skin then averts her gaze. 

"Sorry."

Sorak casts about the area around their cells seeking signs of his armor or a replacement for it. He follows after the party comfortable in his minimalist outfit consisting of his loincloth. He has fought in less in the gladitorial pits before. Though he has strived to better his station in life in recent years.

Perception to locate his or other equipment: 15

"Naw... I mean,  a pair of proper longswords or scimitar would be nice, but a javelin and shortsword are just as good until I can get my stuff back. Just the right middle ground fer my sort." He replied, accepting the two items after affixing the dagger to himself as a back-up. A task easier said than done when left with but breeches held up by a thin length of rope.

"Sorry? About..." He looks himself over once, and then 'ahs' and nods. "Ain't no thing. I've gotten used to it. I suppose if you see my sort around, they are usually not quite so... obvious with where apart of their bloodline comes from. Me? Not so much when you mother's a Dao, and the very plane dedicated to the concept of 'Rock and Stone' was the one you're born on." He said nonchalantly.

“Very well.” Rubin says.  He moves out of the range of the light and is invisible once more.  He mvoes ahead of the group, scouting the way forward.

(Going to have to update tomorrow.)

(Who are we waiting on now? Still DM to post?)

(At this point, just assume you’ve all taken a long rest.)

Rubin, you see a room against the cavern walls with two doors ahead of you.  There’s a bridge across the canal on your right, and the passage seems to continue as well.

Rubin checks out the room and the bridge, but would hold off on opening the doors until he has done both of those things.
Perception: 21

Tyde will wait to see what Rubin finds in each direction, and to see which way the group wants to proceed.

"If we can find our new friend's equipment, armor, and weapons then it might be a good idea to head back instead of getting too far 'into the belly of the dragon'... so to speak. What do you all think?"