Moat House Gold is trapped in an ancient dungeon! The entrance guarded by an emaciated demon whose fiery breath laps against the cut stone walls. Leaning against an ornate sarcophagus we found Wulf injured from his fall.  However, there was also an adjacent room which hosted another sarcophagus, now exposed to the frigid sky. Edward slowly crept toward the tomb to examine the content inside, only to find the skeleton of a paladin of the Morninglord clutching a mace.  Unfortunately, in his excitement Edward had thrown off the tomb’s lid with a crash, which alerted the flying demon encamped at the dungeon entrance and preventing their escape. As the flapping of massive wings approached, Edward with mace in tow, dashed back to the party and tossed the weapon into my hands.  I, Erasmus, could feel the holy power of the sun surging through the mace as soon as my fingers curled around the handle. We must be on the correct path since Lathander as given me this great symbol of his righteousness, though Stebe’s rat-headed pendent gives me pause, as it compels plague-infested rats to do his bidding.  However, it's undeniable that this strange power did end up having some value, as the rat was able to search rooms in advance of us. As we moved deeper into the dungeon, I discovered that we were in a subterranean tomb of the mysterious sun god Pelor, but as we continued exploring we encountered a bizarre pyramid of skulls and bones.  What evil force has perverted this sacred tomb? I'm certain that I will soon discover the mighty power that is imbued within this heavy mace in the heat of this impending battle.