After some recovery, the gang ventured towards an elven encampment where they discovered the whereabouts of a magical sword that would be one of the items needed to lift the curse, the elves seemed agreeable to help but wanted us to dispatch an enemy sorcerer who had wrong them, indicating his lair.
We met up in one of the strange towns, where our warrior had bribed and cajoled their confidence, leaving our mounts and guards, we travelled to the sorcerers lair, on the way encountering a strange vagrant, who appeared to whisper to our squire about "five floors down". The lair appeared as a sunken pyramid, a short passage led to a room with three statues atop pillars, although in a strange land they looked like the ancient gods of Zeus, Eros and Athena.
The brave dwarf prostrated before the great lady and for a reward fell down into a pit that opened up, my guard retainer quickly took a rope from their backpack and straddled it down the pit so the another dwarves could scramble down to assist in the darkness, followed by our squire with a torch, below they battled beetles with little trouble, and the rest joined them after discovering a ladder to which we tied our rope.
Moving onwards we sought to discover some stairs so we could make our way downwards, as the squire's premonition suggested, we encountered some lizards munching on a body of some sort of cleric, and we were accosted by rats and insects of varying size before we finally found a stairwell.
Onwards we travel, the heroes of the cursed!