Szvirf and his new friend and companion, Musky, now prisoners of the dark lord, Calabac (gawd, I hate that guy), are about to be interrogated and probably worse ... Meanwhile, Durik, the mighty paladin of Shiddumbuzzin, (and a huge group of Gnomes), are trapped in a pocket dimension, inside of a glass reliquary called The Bong, which is trapped in a pocket dimension, inside of a magical pouch on my back. Oy!

​Grarr, their fearless leader, unbeknownst to the rest of the group, had sacrificed himself to save Beornag and a caravan of Gnomish slaves. Overwhelmed by superior numbers and the vilest of evil magics, he finally succumbed to blood loss and exhaustion.

Raz, the titanic Gillian warrior, had not been heard from since mounting his trusty flying dinosaur-steed, Eekadinosaur, to travel northeast to warn Briarwood of the impending army to the south. Oy!

Only Beornag, the Holy-man-stand-up-comedian-Hill-Troll, is still accounted for. Using his hindbrain, and his Maul of the Mountain, he had infiltrated the enemy stronghold and was hard at work rescuing his friends, (and Lillia's sister, of course). But can Beornag face an entire fortress full of evil monsters and darkest magic alone?

Oy!