A journal entry of Iago - Creepy Castle Land Still Sucks!

So much more has happened since that little breather with the spirits of the trial statues and the door in the lava filled keep. Looking over what I wrote, I would be embarrassed to tell it to even the drunkest patron, for it is fantastical beyond belief, but the story continues growing more and more unreal.
 
The spirits broke down the door, and crossed what can only be described as a magical, invisible bridge across a moat of lava. Kabuto and I wanted to be cautious, but eh rest of the group plowed ahead, way more faith that I ever want to have in a bridge that shouldn't exist protecting them from certain death.
 
The spirits took up guard posts around a central tower with a door far above a lake of lava. Shadow man and I were pretty limited on our magic, but got everyone flying again, up to the door. Using a typically lack of caution we ruched in, to see a slim, pale woman, Isi, who seemed quite frightened. We questioned her, but our disorganized, haphazard fashion left her dazed, confused and afraid. She doesn't know anything about where she is, how she got imprisoned in this unlikely place, or even how long she has been here. We think it has been a very, very long time though as the person she believes is king of Varroon, Riegn, is unknown to any of us. We couldn't put our finger on it, but we think she might be the key we are looking for.
 
Hothead EW was desperate to leave for some reason that still isn't clear to me. It was obvious Isi was imprisoned in the tower and I reasoned that leaving with her would be immensely dangerous, but the purple haired freak couldn't even take the time to plan a decent exit. She tied off a rope to a bed and wedged it in the doorway, insisting we leave. I expected the spritis we barley defeated 1 on 1 to swarm us, but the completely ignored us. As Isi crossed the threshold, the tower shook and the roof began to cave in. Everyone started running, but with no perpetration, we got strung out. With the magic bridge missing, some of the more athletics just jumped the chasm, leaving the rest of us behind.
 
The sword had just enough strength to allow us to fly 1 more time, but we were too strung out to cast the spell. I made it across next to last, but Bibiana was winded and it seemed as though she wouldn't make it. Time seemed to stand still as she jumped, I prepared to throw it all away to catch her with the sword's magic, but lose the ability to fly over the lava and broken ground I knew to be ahead. Bibiana started to fall, but EW grabbed her, and hoisted her on to our side of the bridge. Finally the party was together enough and I blew the last of the sword's magic to allow us to fly for the portal and this prison continued to collapse around us.
 
Flying through the entrance chamber over the roiling lava, with rocks falling around us was truly harrowing, but we made it. As we exited, EW ripped the crystal key from the socket in the portal arch, and the portal collapsed. Barely time for a breath though as we realized the keep was devastated. The destruction had to had been wrought in the terrible battle between the dragon and the servant of the old gods, summoned by Bibiana. We couldn't tell who was the victor as we crept through the ruined keep, headed back towards the place were we exited the fog, such a short time ago.
 
As we neared the end of the tunnel we came across a huge pile of ruble, under which appeared to be the dragon. Hope filled my soul for a moment, before it was dashed to pieces like a cheap china plate dropped on a slate floor. The dragon began to move. We ran, as the dragon, who Isi referred to as the keeper, broke free. A huge head start, but the dragon was gaining fast. I thought there was no chance we could make it to the fog before it caught us, but Rei had hope and we kept running.
 
We took a second to break out a rope, get organized, and tell Isi the little we knew about the isolating fog. That done, we crashed into the fog just ahead of the dragon. After wandering through the fog for an indeterminate amount of time, we broke free of the foul fog but without our rope or remembering how we lost it. If goody-two-shoes could have gotten her hands around the master of this world, I think she would have choked the life out of him over the trickery of the fog, especially her lost rope.
 
Exiting the fog I was hoping for a rest, I mean what a day already, but no what does the fate twister point out but a massive army of zombies. Thousands, maybe tens of thousands - as far as the eye can see in every direction, horde of hordes of zombies. The shadow man sputtered out another spell; Bibiana flew up, and the Fates own devil unleased her now familiar purple magic, blasting a huge swath of zombies to oblivion. She called out that a human army was straight ahead, through the swarm. EW charged in to the gap, as is her wont, smashing zombies with that huge hammer of hers. It was on like Donkey Kong (where does that phrase even come from), Rei and Kathrine wading in, thrashing zombies with pulverizing blows, the shadowman freezing zombies that got too close, and me, with the sword's power blasting into the horde, keeping our heavy's backs clear. The fate twister flew above, unleashing the devastating, purple, blows of the fates against the zombies. All of the sudden, she pointed out that things had gotten worse yet again, as the dragon emerged. We were shocked to see the dragon actually begin fighting the zombies. Even as we were cutting into the horde from the fog, the human army attacked from the hills across the way, and the dragaon blasted gouts its black energy into them. To make it clear that the dragon was not actually on our side, despite a mutual enemy, the dragon appeared to attack the zombies without regard for collateral damage, the zombies, the army of Varroon, us - it all seemed the same when faced with the dragon's breath.
 
As Bibiana, the zombie mower, cleared the last of the zombies in our path, we broke free from the zombie horde, into the Varroon ranks, we saw Rullf who yelled for us to run. Horses provided, we made our way to Castle Crowhall, where we slept the sleep of the (not quite) dead.