A brief rest in the fine city we gathered our thoughts, Mar Nod had seen to bless me with a plethora of divine magic and I felt strangely powerful, able to resist the un-living and curse my enemies, my former master smiled upon me, pleased with my advances (or was that a grimace towards an ursuper of his holy magnificence)
We ventured towards the grotto where the pirate leader was hidden, and passed the wretched room where my arm was severed, fortunately no arachnids but instead a curious throng of ghostly figures, they seemed unmoved by our presence and did not respond to Mar Nod's holy reverence, as they seemed harmless we walked passed and they followed like shadows.
The room we encountered was our wrath, some evil eyed creatures brought instant death to two of our number and a third was slain by poison, but we overcame them and plundered their wealth, returning with the corpses we made headway to the elven demense where hopefully they could work their magic and revive our comrades as they did my former master.