Last time--

Aibghalien: "On Dragon Ball Z!"

--our heroes had vanquished the forces of the Gorgon to the south, allowing the loose alliance down there to retake many lands formerly conquered. However, the Gorgon still had a strong presence there, and many of the regents from the southeastern lands had not been heard from yet. The players ponder their options.

Aibghalien: Hey Saikon, whatever happened to your dad and his army?
Saikon: Last I heard they were at sea. (looking expectantly at the DM)
DM: You haven't talked to him since then. I don't handle your talking!
Saikon: You control when they get here! "Hi Dad, where are you?" "At sea still!" "Why?" "Because we're not allowed to get there yet!"

The DM allows that Saikon's father's forces are still at sea. The PCs decide to attempt to contact the other regents, as Golbez believes he knows the general location where they can be found. A swift teleport later, the PCs enter a small and mostly deserted town in the hopes of purchasing horses. In classic D&D style, they enter the tavern. Aibghalien discusses things with the innkeeper while the other PCs go to talk to a suspicious fellow who'd been eyeing them. The suspicious fellow offers a cryptic warning.

DM: Then he disappears.
Saikon: Wait, he's casting a spell? Then I should get an attack of opportunity!
DM: You want to attack him!?
Aibghalien: A grapple is an attack!
Wes: Are we getting into an actual bar fight?! I've waited so long for this!

The PCs mercilessly seize the mysterious figure and prevent him from teleporting. They proceed to pump him for information, which continues to come out cryptically. Inexplicably, Aibghalien remains talking to the bartender, but forgets this fact about twelve times over the course of the conversation, repeatedly replying to things before correcting himself with a grumbled "Wait, I'm not there."

Aibghalien: "I should've come over so I could offer my bigmouthed opinion."

The NPC continues to give dark warnings; meanwhile Devlyn lifts a dice bag to pitch it at Aibghalien. Aibghalien responds by hefting a glass bottle like a baseball bat.

Devlyn: This will end well.
DM: "I've purchased horses for you. You'll find them in the stables..."
Aibghalien: Check the horses for bombs.
DM: "I see you don't trust me --"
Aibghalien: I wasn't saying that in character! I don't know what a bomb -- oh. Wait. I do know what a bomb is in this campaign.
DM: You step outside and are greeted by a gentleman. "Ah, I was told to expect you. Your horses are right over here." You check them over and find them all to be in excellent health.
Aibghalien: One of them is ticking.
Devlyn: I use my Handle Animal to determine which one of them is the most rowdy of the lot. "Hey Aibghalien, this one's your mount!"
Wes: We're gonna have round 2 of Hendlar and the Pony! (Referring to an incident in the other campaign in which Hendlar was unable to gain control of a pony, and was forced to spend several rounds attempting to grapple said pony and hurl it to the ground. He failed. Repeatedly.)
Aibghalien: Oh, if I lose control of a horse you better believe I got better ways to get it under control than grappling!
Devlyn: (making a gesture and a noise as of an explosion)
Aibghalien: No, no, Illusory Pit.
Wes: "Here's your horse, friend!"
Aibghalien: I got a natural 20 on my Sense Motive, so, fuck you.
Wes: You wasted a natural 20 to ferret out my practical joke?!
Aibghalien: (looking at his die) Apparently.
Wes: Fine, from now on my hostility will just be open.

Saikon takes a moment to switch webcam applications, putting an end to the hilarious farting sounds which had up to this point crippled the non-telepresent players with fits of laughter at terribly inopportune times. The players ride towards the believed location of the refugee regents, passing through a magic-depowering-field on the way. At last arriving at the packed-full city, they are accosted by guards. Saikon introduces himself first with his full Khinasi name, oddly insisting the random mook guard should know exactly what this name means. Aibghalien gives a grandiose introduction, of course...

Aibghalien: "And this is Wes of.. Westopia, and Devlyn."
Wes: "He speaks like normal people."

With unusual ease, the guard believed they were who they said they were, and took the players to the regents --

Aibghalien: "Why are the regent's chambers in the prison?"
Devlyn: "I got usurped."

-- but first they pass by a temple emitting massive amounts of magical, faith-based power.

Aibghalien: (to Saikon) "Burn it down! You know you want to!"
Saikon: "Which god is it devoted to?"
Aibghalien: "Not yours!"
Saikon: "Hmmmmmmmm."
Aibghalien: (finally reacting to the constant, rhythmic squeaking sounds coming from the speakers) Okay, Saikon, lemme see both your hands.

Saikon, puzzled, obliges.

Aibghalien: Okay then.
Saikon: What was that about?
Devlyn: There's this constant, rhythmic noise from your side, we just wanted to make sure....
Saikon: That's the guinea hen next door, you sickos!
Aibghalien: Guinea hen? Talk about excuses least likely to be believed...
Saikon: (turning to talk off-camera) They heard the squeaking noise and asked to see my hands...
Mrs. Saikon: (off-camera, but clearly audible) That's terrible!
Aibghalien: I have no idea how I'm going to write THIS up in the game report...

The PCs step into the building housing the regents -- many familiar canon figures and one who is not, who is never given a name but clearly is in charge. Said figure takes all of five minutes to reveal himself as an avatar of the Gorgon, plunging the PCs into an alternate-world as he whips out a giant sword to engage them.

DM: "FOOLS!"
Wes: "Wes does not like that word. Everyone else who called us that is dead!"
DM: The man slams his hands down on the table, smashing it as a wave of power bursts forth.
Wes: "That's MY table to smash!"
DM: "The Gorgon's might gives me strength!" He casts Enlarge.
Aibghalien: "Hey, guess what? I can do better without being the Gorgon's bitch!" (Snapping his fingers) Mass Enlarge.
DM: "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
Wes: "Strength and glory and TABLES belong to me!"

The PCs explode into action. Wes, Devlyn, and bear-Rhuann start beating the crap out of the avatar. Saikon fires a Flamestrike into the column of darkness in the center of the room, banishing it momentarily and smiting the evil clerics above; Aibghalien follows this with Lingering Flames, putting an end to that particular effect. In no time, the melee pummel the figure back to his non-avatar state, and he begs to be slain. Wes attempts to decapitate him.

DM: Your swords pass through his neck but stop, separated. Do any of you have Knowledge(anatomy) or something like that?
Devlyn: I have Knowledge(nature). I can tell you if his neck's a tree!

Saikon hits the evil sword with the hammer of undefined power, revealing it to be the Hammer of Gorgon-Vanquishing or something like that. After a brief squabble over whether or not to clonk Wes in the head and see what happens to his evil blood, clerics escape with a massive crystal, restoring the PCs to the proper reality. Saikon casts Raise Dead on the former avatar... and the game ends before anyone ever finds out his name..