I was in Tepoks Mine, having lost all sense of time, fighting the monsters of the underdeep to hold the outskirts of Camelot safe from the terror. Five of us were down there, holding off a waves of monsters… the cleric standing behind our paladin, a great fighter of the Faith, his sword flashing back and forth between the monsters, shouting in fury, matching the dwellers of the deep in pure rage. Our two Wizards, Kelvyn and Velang, both with arms covered in flame and eyes glowing with...