Exiting the vast underground caverns, the group rows out onto a large lake. They recognize the general area from the planeshift incident. Across the lake lies a troll community, crude huts ringed by a palisade. To the northwest is a large stone structure with battlements that overlooks the lake. Trolls or towers? Hm. Send out the mage!
The mage scouts the area and reports. The towers look uninhabited – the courtyard full of weeds, sacks of moldering grain, a half-sunken rowboat tied up to the dock. Underwater scouting reveals that the lake level has risen sometime in the past and a section of the outermost tower wall is submerged at this point. The group decides to investigate the towers and then press on to the frog temple that they saw a week or two earlier.
They land the boats and begin...

Drifting towards the mithril doors, the group notices an inscription. Magic is detected and the inscription is somewhat of a downer, referencing doom and whatnot. The doors appear to be impervious to the group’s attempts to open them, so an elaborate plan is hatched and powerful magic is used to tunnel through the solid rock off to one side of the doors.
They gain entrance and lay eyes upon the low-slung stone structure that stretches before them. A dock with a rowboat completes the picture – but the group is wary. They spread out and approach the partially opened door. Then two of the party (Kormeier and the Gal) are suddenly turned to stone! Gaaaah! With that a trio of gorgons charges out of the opening, trying to gore party members and petrify them.
The battle rages and it is touch and ...

They pause just beyond the entrance of the cavern and spend a few days cataloging the various and sundry treasures they have collected. Ioun stones are handed out and various items change hands and once this is done, they resume their journey. This end of the large cavern seems to be the scene of much mining activity with pesky goblins swinging picks and collecting ore – which explains all the ore they found in the troll’s lair.
They decide there is little profit in chasing goblins about in the dark and cavernous regions of the underground, so back onto the river they go. They steadily row upstream until they reach a large underground lake. There, a giant pike surfaces and nearly capsizes the boat in which Kingsley, Goldpiece and Malchor are seated...

Reaching the top of the stairs, the group pauses at the edge of a large…’beach’ – a sloping section of pebble strewn cave floor that borders another swiftly moving river. Venturing onto the beach invites attack by a flight (squadron? gaggle?) of manticores who shoot tail spikes at everyone, but only manage to wound the mage.
As they swoop around after making yet another pass, the mage dispatches one with a fireball and the rest scatter. The party ventures along the beach and has to deploy the boats in order to get around a corner and land on another beach.. Darn handy, those folding boats.
Turns out, this beach is private as well, occupied by a bunch of angry trolls. Goldpiece unlimbers the flaming holy sword and smites them mightily, rending limb from limb...

On second thought, the risks of teleportation – although small – are potentially lethal and so the group decides to travel overland instead. The journey is lengthy, but the arrive at the ferry landing and quickly depart for the Mouth of Doom.
Following the paths they have traveled before, the group traverses the purple worm cavern and descends to the Temple of Orcus. There a day is spent reinforcing the protective spells that ward it and the group prepares for the next leg. They pass though the vast graveyards and through the portcullis that leads to the corridors of mazes. This time, their passage is not so swift and they spend two tendays wandering the hallways. It is a good thing they have a cleric, or someone would be salami by now.
They investigate and poke around, eventually encounte...