The troglodytes and nothics weren’t much of a challenge for the adventurers, so they moved south to find a hatchery and then the lair of the rest of the troglodytes.

The bear hit Boraheen very hard time after time, but with some healing support from Sa-Heen and Mirra Oakwell, and a hit or two from Gok the beast went down. The troll created areas of thorns, making killing him difficult but once he was cornered he was killed without too much effort. It was the flameskulls that gave the adventurers a hard time. They took turns throwing the infamous fireball spell at as many of the group as they could, creating bursts of devastating fire. Eventually they too were destroyed, and the adventurers rested in a nook in the cavern wall.

After resting for a few hours the group traveled west down some stair, following the smell of cooking meat and ever thicker smoke. The smell and smoke came from a curing room at the end of a hallway. Another door nearby led to an area of improvised rooms where a group of troglodytes and nothics waited.

The group made their way through the Trollhaunt with some trouble, and they found the entrance to the Great Warren. They approached warily, but when they were noticed, Boraheen easily talked his way in, convincing the troll guard that the party had brought peace offerings for Skalmad, king of the trolls. Once inside, Gok took the opportunity to charge the troll in the back, and the fight began.
The fight was not difficult for the adventurers, and they move on after making sure the troll and troglodyte guards carried nothing of value. In the next chamber a troll with white hair and a gnarled vine staff paces around a large mound of various skulls as a bear gnaws on bones nearby. Boraheen immediately charges the bear, and the troll reacts, angrily animating three of the skulls as flameskulls.

The party had finished a tough fight in a cave at the bottom of a sea cliff, and was divided over whether to keep exploring the cave, or go back to town. Nit wanted to leave, and he told Gok, “Let’s go climb back up the cliff—your mother is waiting !” Gok bought Nit’s claim and rushed back up the cliff, only to find that his mother was not, in fact, anywhere around. Gok’s mother is the human half of his ancestry, and he is quite devoted to her. When Gok realized that Nit was lying about Gok’s mother, he was Not Amused. As Nit started climbing the rope up the 25ft cliff, Gok grabbed the line and started banging it—and Nit— against the rocks.

Nit, somewhat battered, kept climbing—unaccountably trying to get closer to the angry barbarian. He tried to scramble past the half orc,, but Gok bull-rushed him and knocked him back off the edge of the cliff. Nit barely managed to catch hold of the edge, and found himself dangling with twenty five feet of air below him and a barbarian above. Meanwhile, the rest of the party watched, but no one tried to stop Gok. Ooga eventually roused himself to persuade Nit to apologize to Gok, whereupon the barbarian hauled him up the cliff and growled “Don’t lie to Gok again. Make Gok mad”.

As Gok stalks off, Boraheen confronts the “human” and demands that he not lie to party members.Nit promises to comply, but his insincerity is transparent. So Boraheen throws him off the cliff. Moments later, Nit is dangling over the edge, Boraheen gripping him by one wrist. And then Nit starts turning pasty white. Boraheen doesn’t know what Nit is, but recognizes a transformation; he slams Nit to the ground and demands “What are you?” Gok turns around, sees that Nit shapechanging, and remembers that Malicia, who lied to him, was a shape shifting demon. Gok yells “Demon!” and charges. Mirra recognizes a changling and yells “Gok, stop!”; the barbarian skids to a halt with his blade inches from Nit’s face. At that point Nit made one final mistake. Instead of surrendering and mending his ways, he tried a psychic attack against Gok. Gok associates psychic powers with demons, and Gok has lightning reflexes; he jams his spear him, and in a single stroke, Nit is dead.

The Adventurers returned to the Inn in Ashenport to find that in the 24 hours they spent in the temple saw two more siren call events, eliminating 3/4 of the remaining civilians from out of town. At this point the remaining merchant and 3 guards are desperate for the heroes to stop this noise from beckoning them to their deaths. One of the guards says that he followed a suspicious towns-person to a point at the cliffs where it looked like the citizen spoke to a fish-man. He introduced himself as Nit Bitsim and offered to show the spot to the party.

The group found the cliff and climbed down, but was ambushed even before half of the group had touched the ground. An abomination of half man, half shellfish leaped out of the water, clearing 30 feet to land next to Mirra. It grabbed her, and was about to jump back into the water but Mirra struggled out of its grasp. The group fought against the creature, but it was strong, forcing some of the group into the cave looking for safe distance from its reach. As Mirra stepped back into the cave entrance, she sprang a trap, spilling a burning adhesive onto the hamadryad from above, and alerting a group of fish-men that were waiting for a chance to strike.
The fight was difficult, but the heroes managed it. As they were cleaning their wounds and Mirra was assisting Ooga de Booga with a poisoned cut, a man in cloth walked into the group and they all heard a voice in their minds saying “We need to leave”.

After defeating the cult leader, the party finds a hidden door in the wall, but no one seems to be able to unlock it. The group moves on, back to the bed chamber near the spiral stairs to rest.
During the night those on watch hear voices in the halls outside their room. At first they sound nervous and hushed, moving quickly toward the chapel deeper in the temple. Later the voices are heard again, this time louder and wailing and weeping is overheard.

In the morning G’Narsh, Mirra, and Ooga decide to explore the rest of the temple before going back into town with the rest of the party. The go down a small staircase on the far side of the entrance hall of the hidden temple. There they find a simple living apartment with few features other than a bed and a bookcase stocked with books such as The Demonomicon and A Guide to Summoning Demons. G’Narsh burns the sacrilegious books and turns toward a hidden door in the wall. This too is locked, so in frustration G’Narsh uses his hammers to crumble the door.
On the other side of the door the adventurers find a hallway decorated with images of sea creatures and serpents, a menagerie of fangs and fins centered around an iconic image of Dagon. When G’Narsh stepped within 20 feet of the image 4 motes of animated acid appeared and attacked any who came near. Mirra and Ooga shied away safely, but G’Narsh charged forward, knowing the only way to make the motes go away was to destroy the image. However he was unable to finish the job as the motes proved too much for him and G’Narsh was killed.

As the adventurers rested, a half-elf wearing plate armor bearing the symbol of Avandra came down the stairs and caught up with them. He introduced himself as Ooga de Booga and explained that he is looking for “Catdog”. He agreed to fight alongside the heroes until he found Catdog. After introductions were made, Gok led the way down the next set of stairs and into the next chamber.

The room proves to be some sort of chapel, with murals of deep sea creatures and fanged monsters covering the walls, and two pairs of serpentine statues, one flanking a lower worship area, and one set flanking a narrow stair leading to a basalt altar itself decorated with a rising eel carved from the same piece of stone as the altar. As the heroes look around the room they are greeted by the voice of an old man, urging them to “cease this unnecessary violence. Lay down your weapons and pledge yourselves to the Lord of the Depths, and you will be forgiven your bloodshed, welcomed into our family, and generously rewarded for your commitment.”

Boraheen was repulsed. Usually calm and polite, if not always tactful, he made no effort to hide his disgust at the offer to join the cult of Dagon. “No damn way any of us join you. For the atrocities committed upon outsiders, I will show you Justice.” On hearing the dragonborn’s refusal, the old man made a gesture and four fish-men appeared from behind the four statues and combat was joined instead of a cult.
The fight was not easy. The old man turned out to be a spell-caster, and multiple times he would conjure large swirls of wind and rain, forcing the heroes to brace themselves and stop their advance toward the apparent cult leader. Nonetheless, not long after Gok closed the distance between himself and the “old man who smell like fish too much” the man lay dead across the black altar. G’Narsh decided to celebrate by using his hammers to destroy the eel that rose from the altar by chips and flakes.

Boraheen interrogated the surviving townsman, then tied him to a tree and warned that man that if he tried to escape, there would be consequences, in the form of two half-orcs.
The party then climbed up the steep hill to the town temple, which displayed a dual symbol of the sun above and a seashell below. When they went inside, a woman met them, claimed to be the priestess of Pelor and Melora, and tried to shoo them away. Boraheen realized that the ritual implements of Pelor were not laid out correctly and hadn’t been used for a long time. When he demanded “Whose priestess are you really?” the woman called for help, and half a dozen men rushed in and attacked. One of the men was a vile half-man, half-fish, who may have been drowning victim transformed by Dagon. The last guard committed suicide when he found himself trapped between Gok and Boraheen after the priestess, fishman and others had fallen.
A quick search revealed a trap door under a pew, and the party descended the spiral stairs. At the foot of the stairs they were attacked by four fish-men, two of whom fled when wounded, going down two different stairways. The party followed down the broad stairway to a room which included a raised pool, about ten feet across and a couple of feet deep, and bookshelves along one wall. It also included one of the wounded fishmen, as well as a couple of casters and a handful of other fighters. Boraheen quickly waded into the midst of them and just as quickly realized that was an unhealthy position; but his enornous vitality kept him on his feet and he kept the enemy’s attention long enough for G’Narsh, Gok and Killer to whittle the enemy down. After the fight, they found in the bookcase a scroll with the spells for Leomund’s Chest, Wizard Sight, and Commune with Nature. The party caught their breath, cleaned their blades and continues searching…

On leaving the White Tower, Rr’Kath received a Summons from his mentor; he bid farewell to the group, and used a portal to depart. Thus, when G’Narsh spoke of how relieved he was to have finally slain the lich who had destroyed his home, the only hearers with arcane knowledge were Mirra (who was distracted by finally being aboveground and in sunlight) and Hukule (who smiled knowingly, but said nothing about a lich’s phylactery). Thus Hukule was the only one who realized that G’Narsh’s bloodsworn foe was not truly dead.

The party journeyed in the direction of Fallcrest until, drenched by a heavy rain, they sought shelter for the night. As Boraheen and G’Narsh got drunk, and Hukule fixed his eyeliner and wrote metal emo goth poetry in his journal, Gok and Mirra talked to the other patrons of the tavern. They turned out to be two parties of merchants—Goldleaf elves and Greyhawk men, each in town with hopes of winning a trade deal during the morrow’s festival..

The party, wearied from a long day’s march in the rain, turned in early. Boraheen, G’Narsh, and Mirra each had a dream, in which they found themselves trudging together in a desert of bone white sand under a dark cold sky. Rr’Kath was there also, a few yards away, walking with them; Gok and Hukule were not in the dream. All three woke, troubled by the nightmare but not knowing what it signified.

Later in the night, all awoke to a siren call from the sea. Gok, GNarsh and Hukule, entranced, stumbled out of the inn and toward the surf, as did many of the men and elves staying at the tavern. Others tried to rouse them from their reverie, but with little success. Boraheen seized Hukule; Gok, being awakened by a few slaps, wrestled GNarsh to a halt before he plunged into the water. Half a dozen of the other travelers walked mindlessly to their doom in the surf.

The traders, confused and dismayed, begged the party to protect them, offering gold as inducement. The party realized there were only travelers in the inn, but no staff; further, there was no activity in the streets, no shops were open, non of the locals were to be seen. The party knocked on a door to get information from a local. The man denied any knowledge, until Gok—still touchy after being lied to by Melicia—kicked the door in and seized him. When Boraheen questioning, the man confessed that the siren’s call had to do with the temple of Dagon. As the party trudged through rain and mud toward the temple, they stumbled across a group of casters and guards engaged in a ritual; the men attacked the party, who defeated them and kept one as a prisoner.

Leaving Hukule in the tower to recover from his wounds, the party—Rr’Kath, Gok, Mirra, G’Narsh and Boraheen—resumed their exploration. They discovered a cavern with the gnawed remains of the tiefling caravan, and a pack of ghouls. The aggressive ghouls blocked the doorway, constraining the party’s ability to maneuver, until Rr’Kath used his magic to boldly go through the enemy and attack them from behind. With the enemy’s line disrupted, G’Narsh and Gok were able to close to melee range and attack. Within half a minute, all the undead were down. As they rested, Cornelius the Mitra priest appeared and bleesed the party. Thus restored, they advanced deeper into the tunnels. They released a caged dog, which then resumed its original shape: a silver dragon. Mirra, Boraheen and Rr’Kath negotiated with it, while the two half orcs—not suited for situations calling for tact, rather than tactics—stood back. The dragon was somewhat touchy after having spent years as a captive, and flew off, but first he knocked aside the capstone covering the entrance to the ldeeper part of the temple. Below was a room with a lich, a serpent man, the treacherous Melicia—now with wings, revealing her true nature as a shapeshifter demon—and four jackal headed guards. The party decided to abseil in and attack. Boraheen and Rr’Kath took on the lich—who turned out to have been the one responsible for wiping out G’Narsh’s home town. G’Narsh slid right into the coils of the serpent man; Gok skewered Melicia with two rage-fueled blows, polished off a minion for dessert, and then he and Killer helped G’Narsh with the serpentine Greater Son of Set. Boraheen and Rr’kath contined to hammer the lich until G’Narsh, finally disentangled from the scaly grasp, charged across and delivered the final blow, The party recovered the medallion which Melicia had stolen, and returned it to the White Tower. There they discovered that the silver dragon had returned the belt; those two items, with Boraheen’s ring, combined to work the overthrow of the dark tower. Mitra’s soldiers, grateful for the successful conclusion of their long siege, gifted the party with four magic belts.