"Let's recap," you say.
"Okay," I reply.
"We have two people on missions and one just along for the ride. They've discovered a cult that is plotting to release a dark and destructive god from the prison it's been trapped in since before the world was created, and they're trying to get to the bottom of it."
"Sounds good so far," I say.
"One of them is an evil cleric bent on summoning his own evil god to the world to destroy civilisation and rule in fire and blood. Another has dissociative personality disorder."
"That would not be inaccurate."
"And they have managed to arrive in another plane of existence, through a teleportation gate the location of which they got by torturing a guy with one side of his head caved in, whom they subsequently killed and raised as a zombie, telling it to bury itself in ice so that the cult can't raise him again."
"That's one hell of a sentence," I observe, "but also true. Astute readers will recognise the character of Lareth the Beautiful from Monte Cook's Return to the Temple of Elemental Evil."
"I thought he looked familiar," you say. "Can we assume that our heroes did not murder someone in order to enter the realm?"
"That was one way to enter it," I replied. "You can safely assume that there are others without requiring me to actually detail them."
"Does that mean that you haven't thought of them yet?"
"Absolutely."
"And then the... cube of gelatinous... ness," you say, somewhat awkwardly.
"I don't know if actually naming the monster will get me into trouble with wizards, so I chose not to."
"Probably a good idea," you say.
"I thought so," I reply. "No-one wants to get into trouble with wizards."
