My recuperation complete, I now stand as a warrior of Mar Nod, to spread his great chaos by my sword arm rather than divine blight, in the meantime the rest of the gang have scoured this strange land for the next key to relieving its curse and our escape, our dwarf warrior now wielding a mighty blade we gained by killing the beast that stole my own divinity.
I followed the goodly knight to a town where we might find some eager to share in our riches and managed to recruit and rebuild my army of chaos, the rest of the gang joined us as we attempted to discover the whereabouts of the next artifact, a magical mirror, stolen by a pirate some years back who was now part of a strange cult.
The pirates had been vanquished by the gang already, so we travelled to the beach where the cult was rumoured to be located, after a brief foray into a giant turtle den, which we wisely retreated from, we discovered another entrance above a waterfall, leading to a burial chamber.
Having aroused the undead denizens we prepared for battle, bereft of divine power I stood as the second rank of a lowly soldier, we managed to slice and spear the walking corpses but not before one of us succumbed to an icy grip that drained life away, the dead had little wealth except a golden crown and ring.
We returned to town to let the life restore in our companion, with the conundrum that the ring we gained could not be readily identified in a land adverse to magic.