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: 9

"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: 8

Xanranzan cocks his head once then scratches it. "Uh... why again? I mean, apart from the general dangers this place is filled with, weren't you folk here to find some ambassadors or some such?" He then crossed his arms, and gives Tyde a wary look. "You ain't planning to just leave'm to their fate, are ya? Again, not that I don't 'preciate the gravity of the situation. But, that seems awfully cold."

Rubin comes back to the group after scouting the room and the bridge.  “I’ve been saying that for a bit now.” Rubin says with a nod back to the path they took in.  “We left half of the keep unchecked,a nd are down here, without any reason to even believe those we seek are down here.  I say find the gear this one lost, and backtrack to see what we can learn in the keep.”

Rubin, you hear the sound of faint talking from inside the room.  You don’t notice anything about the bridge, or the corridor.

Returning to the others... "Some people in the room there." Rubin says, nodding to the room. "Might be where our new friend's gear is..."

"Wait, so you guys didn't -- Well... shoot, that make more sense." Xanranzan said and grew less tense. Whenever Rubin follows up about the voices, the earth genasi gripped what borrowed weapons he had tighter, and grinned. "I can get behind all that. Let's see if we can get the drop on these punks, and get some answers." At that, Xanranzan would follow whoever takes point.

To Xanranzan and Sorak

During the long rest, the white haired girl had busied herself with recovering the armor of the shark riding knight, then taking that and the reavers armors to hobble together some kind of chitin armor for Xanranzan and knight armor that's ok to use in water for Sorak using her Smith's tools.

(I've sent a message with the DM ahead of time and he said it was okay. What type of armor would they be, LordShadowthorn?)

To Mr. Tyde and Rubin

Also before they set off, Kethra will hold a meeting with Mr. Tyde, Rubin...as well as Jairus and Davian.

Kethra hands Old Mr. Tyde her old cloak, one of the non-tattered ones we found underneath Red Larch, folded and freshly washed, "I give you...the mantle of leadership!"

She laughs quietly, then shyly looks away. "Well..um that was a lot less corny when I said it in my head. Anyways! It's groundwater fresh, so it's the cleanest it's ever been! Unless you've got magic for that, too."

"I think it's better on your shoulders, and you're a lot better at telling him what to do, anyways." She shoots Rubin a smile.

You find 2 spare sets of scale mail lying around (the cultists are actually unarmored, that’s my bad).  You also find serviceable shark tooth long swords, as well as several shields.

You all are planning on raiding the room, then?  How do you plan on doing so?

Is there light coming from the room, or is it dark?

(It took me way, way, way too long to connect the dots of some things.)

Before:

Xanranzan is sure to thank Kethra for any adjustments made to the scale mail before her departure, as well as her luck. He also offers her the name of his dad's smithee back in Phandalin if ever in need of replacement tools or advice from someone with considerable experience of otherworldly techniques in the art of smithing.

Present:

"Would'n that be funny. Funnier still if they had the same idea as I had 'bout just bum rushing them. See if we catch'm off guard in a sudden blitz." Xanranzan whispered back. "But honestly, I got nuthin' fancier than that. So if that's fine, let's do this. Could also try knock'n 'nd beat up whoever opens the door before rush'n the rest. But that might be considerably more risky."

(Waiting also for confirmation about the light situation from the other side. If there doesn't seem to be any, Xan would've covered his Light, which is currently tied to a dagger, before getting too close with it.)

There is a faint light coming from under the door, probably a torch of some sort.

"Agreed." Rubin says. "Let us just attack and see if we can catch them by surprise." He moves to the door and will throw it open when the bgroup is ready.

Xanranzan takes up position just behind everyone else. In one hand he held the javelin, but in the other another weapon. He looks ready to run in as soon as the door open for plan shock and awe. Or so he called it in his head.