In which a dragonborn decides that "two-faced" is an axiom to be taken literally, and they company finds the utterl lack of dwarves disturbing...

Roster (Party Level 5th)
Azurami - Eladrin Wizard
Berend - Dwarven Fighter (off-stage)
Elumai - Eladrin Wizard
Finial - Half-elf Paladin
Jonas - Human Ranger
Xavier - Dragonborn Warlord

Things look bad for Xavier, surrounded by rotting corpses intent on escorting him from the land of the living... but luckily for him, the rest of his companions, having traced the party's progress through the cistern, choose this exact moment to rejoin the fray! The tide is turned as Jonas's blade and Finial's bolstering presence rejuvenate the flagging fortunes of the company.

Eventually the undead lie defeated, and the spectral crowd, satisfied with the show, fade away into silence. The company chooses this time to rest -- after recovering a Crown of Command from one of the hiding places of the ghouls -- and settles down for an uncomfortable sleep in this rancid place. By the time they rise, Xavier has flayed one of the leathery masks of skin from the nearest ghoul, sewn an old minotaur horn inexpertly into the forehead, and made a mask of his own.

Beyond the grating, the party finds a deep, dry well which they carefully ascend. The head of the well is plugged with a wooden lid which is easily moved aside, revealing a square room chiseled from the rock and a selection of weapons... an armoury, of sorts. The company re-stocks and turns its attention to a nearby door. Strange sounds from the other side -- the sound of something being whacked, followed by gales of belly-laughter -- betray the occupants.

Several orcs and an ogre are engaged in what looks like a game, where the ogre is punched in the gut and smashes the offending orc in the face if he is stays on his feet. (The orcs don't seem to be enjoying it half as much as the ogre.) The party is somewhat surprised to find them, as opposed to the ranks of duergar they expected, but nevertheless have no compunction about interrupting the festivities with a good fight.

It's short, and brutal, with the party unleashing everything they have to finish the proceedings quickly and efficiently. In the end, dead bodies, and a name uttered by the ogre ("Murkelmor") are all there is to show...