OOC: I was never gone to begin with. I was reading and waiting for the right time to return.
IC: Returning from the underdark, Exodus carried with him, two scimitar, they were two of the most perfectly curved blades you'd ever hope to see.
I, Johann, on the other had carried a curious looking weapon. The blades where dagger shaped, yet meant to be sword length. The blades were connected at the hilt with a comfortable leather grip running along where both of the hilt would be, making it one long hilt. The other curious thing was that the blades were reversed from each other, on faced to the right, the other to the left.
So in short it looked like two giant daggers connected by the tips of their hilts, except it was a long weapon, sort of like a bladed staff almost, but the hilt was only the equivelent of two hilt lengths, and the blade made up the rest of the body.
My muscles were buldged from fighting the drow, demons, and monsters of the underdark, and I was able to weild the heavy looking weapon with one hand and swing it around with procise precision.
Exodus led his now well rounded group of fighters, even by drow standards, out into the open world of light, where sight was the main advantage. The most difficult task for the group of four was to get used to not being able to be as stealthy as the would be in the pitch black darkness of the underworld.