The crew embarked again to the estate, boldly with a small army, and we decided to delve into the interior, it was not long before the sound and heat of a mighty forge was felt and we quickly fell upon a torture chamber of sorts, giving the torturer and his assistants some just desserts.
Further on we came across halls of cultists, with their skeleton underlings, which were quickly banished and killed, one of their number attempted to place a dewomer of darkness, my army of archers failed to dispatch them and the spell covered us for a brief instant as it was sucked into the orbiting gem our warrior had placed.
I caused one master to flee in terror, who was cut down and dropped a mysterious mace, which I picked up, some curse on it forbade me to put it down and I handed my trusty water-borne trident to a retainer.
As we made for the exit a gaggle of archers blocked our way sending arrows and fiery oil, my efforts to extinguish the burning dwarf had little effect, Mar Nod is indeed fickle, abandoning our aim and our cures when they are most needed.
We retreated back to the cultist halls in the hope of finding a secret door, the crew decided subterfuge was a better option than conflict and we made plans to parley and bargain our way out.