The crew reformed in the octagonal room below, escaping the clutches of the fake-king, the chaos army taking a rest as the others scouted around, discovering a number of twisty little passages all alike, and battling with bird creatures, cat people, and a giant blob of goo, they managed to secure a considerable amount of treasure as well as a captive felinekin, if only we could find a way out and spend it.
Mar Nod must have been pleased with my chaotic disbursments to our cause, when I awoke I felt stronger, my mind expanded to learn more of Mar Nod's holy teachings, a compulsion to abjure more powerful denizens of the ead, and even the accursed mace welded to my hand appeared to wield with greater ferocity.
Onward we pressed, carrying the fallen knight, the crew now concerned with a way out as rations were running low, I admit it seems it was foolish to feed my canine companions but they make sturdy lookouts, Mar Nod may provide me with the means to conjure provisions from rotten flesh such as our fallen enemies, but such nourishment may be not as appetising to my more forthright comrades, they will learn someday that following the rules only leads hunger, impoverishment, and disappointment.
We discovered a pool of fresh water, and wandering around came across another octagonal room, our suspicions of magical trickery were debunked as it appeared to be a second intended to confuse us.
Later we entered a cave of vast proportion, steam spewing from beyond where a pool of lava bubbled, we decided to carry on through the twisty passages all alike when a large reptilian creature had apparently emerged from the lava and attempted to ambush us, luckily my faithful hounds alerted and our mage put the menace into slumber, losing a silver spear as it melted into its horrid moulten hide.
Finally we arrived at a great underground river, using the water walking magic of the aquatic trident, our dwarven warrior scouted ahead, the water was shallow and we waded several hundred feet before spying a motley gang of rat people on a shelf, our attempts to parley were met with fear and they ran off, a horn blowing to let us know we would be expecting resistance.