Having obtained the assistance of the hemi-demi-avatar of Caillech we were perhaps a bit too confident in our victory over the wizardy foes whom we knew to be between us and the end of our labors. The wizard’s trick with the zombie was quite unfair, if clever. I’m sure they turn all their fallen into cannon fodder. Damned wizards. The trinkets from the cursed green armored ones came in quite handy in the battle, but I’m still wary. It’s too bad about the guard, he acquitted himself quite well, and that didn’t look like a good way to go. Not that any way is probably a good way to go. Well… anyway, back to the topic at hand. I am most intrigued by whatever it was that was summoned with a powerful necromantic spell. Most intriguing. And deadly. Luckily for us, as it took out the most annoying of their number, martially trained woman who focused on defensive magics.
Most Annoying. The look of astonishment as she was disappearing was gratifying, even if I didn’t have anything to do with it. One of their number surrendered to us, but was revealed to be merely controlling the shell from a great distance, and therefore useless as a prisoner, so our kind sister removed the shell’s head.
The Avatarling, Avatar-ette? The little girl put us on our way, and revealed that the doorway which looked blocked would open for us upon the place we needed to go, so we closed and reopened the door and lo and behold, there was a pedestal and a room filled with loose energy. Also broken toys of the maker.
We replaced the capstone upon the pedestal, and reopened the door, and were reunited with the guards we had left behind some time ago on the other side of the chasm. A joyous reunion! We decided perhaps it would be best to remove the builder’s broken toys from the room of the capstone and so we did.
Thence, we returned to the surface.
Upon arriving once again to the bright light of the surface, it was determined that we should visit the High Necromancer, as she was right there, to explain the loss of her artifacts and to bring the bodies of the fallen to be interred. Upon arrival we were given the brush off by an acolyte, but after we gave him our message, he understood that he should not have done so, and got the High Necromancer for us. There followed a fairly long and detailed telling of our adventures to her, and we agreed to return in a few days to seek her counsel.