Myarra, Silver and Amara quickly go to the rest of the rooms in the basement. The doors are just as cheap as the prisoner door and is easily kicked down once Myarra notes that nothing dangerous lies within. One room appears to be a torture chamber, which some of the prisoners have already seen, another room appears to be a fighting circle. There are 2 sets of manacles, one on each side of the room. It appears that prisoners fought here and those who lost....well, the Crocodiles in the pit are well fed here. The last room has a table and two chairs and a bunch of adventure equipment on it that has been looked through....

Kevnan had followed the stranger part of the liberators out of the prison cell. He wanted to learn more about them and the remaining prisoners was not his concern anymore even though he knew how he would have liked it. He wanted their respect before he would start insisting on his solution.

As the group entered the room with the adventuring gear, Kevnan approached the pile and started looking for useful equipment. Maybe some of his own would be here?

Thelonius looks at the newly freed prisoners, sadness in his eyes, and asks them "Have you seen my friends, do you know if they are here? I must free them from this place." his eyes are pleading to them for good news, but considering they haven't been found yet, is not expecting the best of answers.

Hearing the prisoner's promise, Oren begins looking for a method to release them. (Except for the Orc who refused to respond)

"Eldath will hold you to your promise. If you would be so kind, please respond to this man's question."

(24 diplomacy check)
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Ignoring the newcomers for the moment, Myarra headed out of the prison room with Amara and Silver following, and then one of the newcomers trailing behind.  She trusts Aliana to keep an eye on the others and to call out if anything goes amiss.

The place was as cheaply made and depressing as any hole-in-the-woods fortress she'd ever worked out of ... although it was considerably bigger.  The torture chamber and fighting ring got barely a glance, being of no concern.  If it weren't for the people (evil though they might be) chained to the wall, she'd suggest just burning the place to the ground on the way out.

She looks over at Amara as they move from room to room.  She'd never liked the drow wizardess.  Partly for being a wizard, with all the deviancy against nature that went with it; partly because Nolan drooled over her very name, which was 3/4 annoying, and 1/4 hilarious given that Amara wanted nothing to do with him; but mostly because she was a drow ... and Myarra'd had lots of history with the drow in her early, formative years.

Still, Amara was an active member of the group now, and perhaps it was time to mend some harness.  And while they looked over piles of equipment, it seemed like an apt time to offer a water gourd of peace.

"I've always wondered," she asked.  "How do you know they're evil?  I figure it must be like Nolan and his woo-woo, is-it-magic vision.  But how does that work?  Do you see whether they're naughty or nice?  Or can you just see evilness ... and if you don't see it, you assume good.  Or maybe the other way around?"

She moves aside to allow Kevnan to look through the gear as well.  "Does any of this stuff belong to you or the others?"

In reply to Thelonious (msg # 3):

Coming away from some of the prisoners she was inspecting for wounds, the elven priestess of Oghma smiled at the monk.
"Thelonious!!  How are you, my friend!?!"
She grinned at him, going over to give him a hug.

The prisoners look at Thelonious with confusion written on their faces as they claim they don't even know who he is, or who his friends were. But, the Orc speaks up, which upsets the chained prisoners greatly.

"These fools still chained to the wall are soldiers for the Cult of the Dragon. If you free me and let me go in peace, I will give you useful information in return."

In reply to Prisoners (msg # 7):

Oren turns toward the voice. A look of concern upon his face.

"Who are you, brother Orc? And, why have you refused to give your oath?"

Sister Aliana listened, ready to help if need be.

"You're the only prisoners we're aware of," Amara replied to Thelonius as she continued into the torture chamber. She narrowed her eyes at it for a long moment, then glanced around. "Get the others," she said to Kevnan. "Have them take their things." But she paid little more attention to the equipment than she had the instruments of torture themselves. Instead she focused on the walls . She didn't look at Myarra when the half-fiend addressed her, but she did answer. For her part, she was no fan of demons or devils, so she had seen little point in attempting to warm their relationship, but she had known Myarra long enough to know she wasn't evil. "It's similar to magical detection, but not the same. It's a natural ability of my people. Basically, when I call upon it - it isn't always active - I see an aura around the pure of heart, the good."

Finding herself now free of chains, Cierra decides to follow her rescuers into the next room. Spotting the pile of gear on the ground, the elf moves closer, discreetly looking to see if her belongings were in the pile.

"They will come" he answered the dark elf. He was not to be buzzed around by the dark elf. For now, the common suspicion about the underdark creature was too great for that.

While he scramble thought the loot pile, he listen to the two, whos races useally where evil, and their talk about ensuring who was good.
These two was sure to effect the world around them, and there was a proper chance it would be for the better.

"This is my shoulderpad, and my shield. There is a good chance the rest will be here too..." Kevnan said with a smile.

Amara snorted at Kevnan's flippant response as she examined the walls of the room, and added to Myarra, but loud enough so that Kevnan can easily hear, "Unfortunately, the pure of heart types are often also the mush-for-brains types, and I've never found a way to detect that with magic."

Myarra snorts as well.  She wasn't looking to befriend the wizard, but a lack of animosity would be a good start ... and that included her side as well as Amara's.  And the drow seemed to be willing to at least go that far.

"Maybe some wizard has figured it out, but there are signs even without magic.  Grand pronouncements about how things are all going to turn out for the best.  Blind faith in the goodness of people.  And, of course, going around patting people on the arm or shoulder without permission as if you're supposed to thank them for the comfort and compassion." She finishes off in a high pitched squeak voice, "Oh, thank you so much, kind sir.  I'm just a girl; how would I get through the day without your strength and guidance."

She nods to Cierra when she arrives to look at the gear, but there's still no signs of the other two.

"I'll go get the others and haul them in by the ear if necessary.  This is taking too long.  We have to get out of here."

Leaving Kevnan and Cierra to equip themselves, she hurries back down the hall to see what the delay is.

Silver saw the piles of loot, and immediately began to check the room, quickly sorting through to see if anything was worthwhile, and if there was anything else hidden. This was probably all the prisoners gear, but who knew how many prisoners came before the current group?

31 to Search. Like I posted, I'm pretty sure this is the other players gear? But Silver looks for other stuff, and hidden stuff that may not be claimed, or claimable.

Kevnan look though the pile with some speed. Quickly he produced the shield, a full plated armor and a backpack which he filled with various common items. Each item was specificly picked.

As he dressed him self, Kevnan said to Myarra as she left the room. "I can give you a little hint, but you properly know it..." The massage was also to Amara, though he only looked at her for a spilt second. "Even when acting nice, people will always judge you on how you looks until they get to know you. Let them get that chance." Myarra was out of the room now and Kevnan had not elevated his voice. She was not the intended target. He looked at Amara briefly, and return to his armor straps.

Thelonious waited near the top of the stairs to keep a lookout for enemies moving towards them. If any showed up he would call down to the others. When people start coming up the stairs, he moves closer to the door to allow more people upstairs.