After a couple of weeks off, the players at last congregate under the auspices of the DM to resume their adventures in military strategy. Aibghalien begins by summing up what's on everyone's mind.

Aibghalien: "What were we going to do again? It's been so long I don't remember what we had planned."
Wes: "Well, we just sank a bunch of ships..."
Aibghalien: "Hey, I can cast a spell now that restores metal that's been rusted away! Let's go recover the ships!"
DM: Great, you repair the ship and it's still full of water. It's not just going to float to the surface.
Aibghalien: All I have do is cast a spell that summons air again.
Wes: (giggling maniacally) "I christen thee the Rubber Ducky!"
DM: (as the priestess) "We could attack the northern stronghold of the invaders."
Aibghalien: "I thought we'd pretty much established that it was unassailable. We had enough problems with the robo-magick... golem things."
DM: (An IC glare from the priestess, followed by an OOC comment) She's going to go get four of those Terminator robots and bring them back here to attack you for making up words.
Aibghalien: Hey, that means they'll each be weaker! Law of Conservation of Ninjutsu!
DM: (Dirty look. Returning IC, he turns to Wes) "I can help you fix your suit.
Devlyn: That's a euphemism!
Wes: "Heh! Okay, I guess we should... go to a private room."
DM: She accompanies you back to another room.

A pause.

Wes: So.. what does she do?

It wasn't a euphemism, obviously. The priestess helped Wes repair his suit, while the DM inquired what the others were doing.

Aibghalien: Ordering my lieutenants to publish Cerilia's first dictionary. That'll show her.

After a moment of discussion, the PCs at last remember what they were planning to do: Assault the Gorgon's southern stronghold.

Aibghalien: "Devlyn, since you've had good luck in the past, we'll send you in to scout, and possibly ruin some more lives."
DM: Oh, you haven't seen the last of that guy...

Devlyn and Saikon travel down to the fortress by use of magic, then buff for the purposes of exploration. With Wind Walk on him, Devlyn is promptly mistaken for a ghost haunting the base (of which there are several) and is free to explore with relative impunity. While doing so, he discovers a priest.

Devlyn: That's right, the Gorgon is a god now.
Aibghalien: (completely off-topic, but hungry) Gimme the salsa, you... salsa munching salsa boys.
Devlyn: I could always kill enough people to become a god myself...
DM: What, you want to add another god to the mix? Look at the gods we have to deal with now! (Inadvertantly plunking down a bag of chips in perfect emphasis to his point)
Wes: ...Tostitos?
DM: You're not able to decipher the writing on that box.
Aibghalien: Use Decipher Script!
DM: Well, in addition to it being in a foreign language, also half the letters are missing. It'd be like trying to read every other letter on your T-shirt.
Wes: (Peering at Aibghalien's long-winded T-shirt, he begins to do exactly that)
Aibghalien: I'll just shout advice from clear across the continent...
DM: Okay, a giant fireball targets you.
Aibghalien: (Not missing a beat, blithe and glib) I have Improved Evasion, I take no damage.
DM: You jump out of the way of the fireball, and it zooms past you to blow up your city --
Aibghalien: It also has evasion. It takes no damage.
DM: (Long moment of silence, then laughter) Okay, your city jumps out of the way. Everybody in it has to save because of the severe earthquakes and tremors. That's 36,000 people. Start rolling.
Devlyn: Everybody in the red light district? They save.
DM: All that's left is whores and pimps!
Aibghalien: I... uh, hey Wes, want to trade kingdoms?
Wes: "I thought you would never ask."

Focusing back on Devlyn: the ranger solidifies to start cramming supplies and goodies into the bags of holding the party had given him. The DM has him make a few move silently rolls to continue his exploration of the facility unmolested.

DM: One of the guards pauses, as if he head something.
Wes: "Squeak, squeak!"
Devlyn: (bellowing) I'M A MOUSE!

Saikon and Devlyn discover a powerfully protected and shielded area where supplies are being shipped, and the players decide to attack the fortress as soon as possible. They do this in the usual fashion: Teleport there, buff everyone, and have giant doom bear Rhuann and super-barbarian Wes beat stuff up in glorious fashion while the others sneak in during the confusion and destroy as many buildings and supplies as possible. They do so. Almost immediately, Rhuann and Wes are engaged by trivial soldiers and a wizard who blasts them with a fireball or somesuch. Wes attempts to counter with his battle suit's flamethrower. (Am I still describing a game of D&D here?)

Wes: If I'm enlarged, does the flamethrower enlarge too?
Devlyn: It'd be funny if it didn't. You're just, like, shooting this tiny lighter-sized flame.
Aibghalien: No, it enlarges the actual atoms. You're firing beach-ball sized atoms of hydrogen at them.
Devlyn: "Aaah, here it comes!" "No, don't--" (miming a cutting motion with a sword) "YOU SPLIT THE FUCKING ATOM!" Boom! (Devlyn inexplicably pours soda into a miniature cup that he'd inexplicably made out York Peppermint Patty wrappers, then inexplicably drinks said soda)
Aibghalien: (staring for a moment) I'm gonna visit you in the hospital.

Rhuann mauls the holy hell out of the mage, critting him for 89 points of damage all told. The DM simply sighs, and turns to the infiltrating party.

Aibghalien: I fireball the storage building.
DM: Okay, you're able to place it where it will do the most damage. The stuff inside bursts into flames as the building begins to collapse.
Aibghalien: Sweet! I turn and stride confidently away.
DM: You're hit in the head by shrapnel. That's what you get for trying to look cool.
Saikon: Saikon reaches into his pouch and produces a scroll, from which he read. He's casting Earthquake on the chapel.
DM: The chapel is rocked severely and one of the walls begins to crumble. It's still standing, though.
Devlyn: I fire the rocket launcher at the weakened wall!
Saikon: He's trying to steal my glory! Saikon is not gonna take that shit with the rocket launcher. He reads another scroll, summoning an elder Earth Elemental.

The Earth Elemental pummels the wall, but inflicts little damage. Devlyn fires his rocket launcher again, to a satisfying explosion.

Devlyn: Take that, elder Earth Elemental!
DM: (Ominous voice!) "You who oppose the Gorgon... shall now serve him! DOMINATE MIND." Everybody make a Will saving throw!

Successes all around the board, except for Wes, who -- possessing the blood of the Gorgon -- fails handily thanks to penalties.

DM: The Gorgon's voice is loud in your mind. "KILL THEM. KILL YOUR FRIENDS! FOR MY GLORY!"

The players begin battering down the chapel even more, eager to get in to the obviously high-level cleric responsible for this casting. Rhuann adds her own Earth Elemental into the mix.

DM: The chapel begins to collapse. Inside, however, the rubble is being deflected by a sphere of energy.
Aibghalien: Spellcraft check to identify it. (Promptly rolling a 3 on the d20.)
Wes: Heh, that's still, like, a 28.
Aibghalien: No, 38.
DM: (Chokes) It's a modified version of Wall of Force.
Aibghalien: Oh, I know how to handle that.
Saikon: I cast Dispel Evil. (This doesn't actually dispel the effect yet, as the spell has a variety of effects, only one of which is removing any one evil spell by touch attack.)
Aibghalien: All right, I'll get Wes. (Aibghalien casts Illusory Pit, a hilarious spell which causes victims, on a failed save, to be convinced they're falling into a bottomless pit, leaving them unable to act in any way except scrabbling frantically at the ground.)
DM: (as Wes reaches for the dice) "You won't fall for this trick! Your will is bolstered by my own!"
Devlyn: Don't roll a 20.
Aibghalien: Roll a 1! Roll a 1!
Wes: (Rolls a 1.)
Aibghalien: Best 1 ever.

At this point the cleric really had no hope. Saikon dispelled his control over Wes, and though the cleric made some good saves and did some damage, the overwhelming firepower of the party quickly dispatched him. Congratulations went all around as the session ended.