I must have taken a blow to the head, because things were hazy until my attention was focused on a swirling wall of blades. I have vague memories of some Lord of Boiling Mud and cave art that was 50k years old, but they're really just fragments.

Anyway, snapping out of it, I dispelled the wall just in time to see Logru crushed to death by a giant hand. There were a number of adventurers turned to the enemy's side, and they put up a stiff fight. Ginsor himself was a warlock of no small water. I was kept busy healing folks and trying to melt some armor when suddenly, Ginsor dropped in an explosion of golden light.

A voice spoke, explaining to all assembled how disappointed it was in Ginsor, and how excited it was to make our acquaintance. Exhausted, I failed to come up with a witty retort.

Returning with Jeanine to the surface, we found that the enemy was advancing towards the wall, and that Ginsor's movements only served to provide cover. We rushed to the wall, debating semantics on what it meant to 'Raise swords in defense of Phlan' actually meant…