Session III- To Save a Cyclops from a Wizard

Session ? Recap
Greetings Compatriots,
I, Dawnknight Tiernan Greendew, have once again traversed back to the Manshoon Dungeon. This time, I ventured with my dear friend Sidus as well as a few adventurers I had yet to meet. Arkxix the Bard, a wondrous performer who fought valiantly and showcased beautiful music. Stefn, the massive goliath who had the strength to carry Cyclops, but also the heart to bury them. Then, before we set out, I met a strange fellow, Duncan, or as he preferred to be called Dunny. Dunny indeed worships the celestial bodies similar to myself, although he praises the coming of the Twilight versus my worship of the coming of the Dawn. There was an odd familiarity to him, I intend to explore these lands with him again.
Firstly, we stocked up, including acquiring 4 sheep [maximum sheepage, once again] to… help out our good friend Bront, the purpose of this trip.
Travel was uneventful, but upon reaching the site of the Manshoon Dungeon; we were met with tragedy. The forest surrounding the well was burning to a crisp, we found a corpse of a cyclops as well as evidence for the disintegration of another cyclops, within the last 10 minutes of us arriving.
Looking into the well, we saw Bront, sickly and emaciated. Quickly, we went down, firstly with sheep. With mine and Dunny’s healing, he recovered quickly. We then tied our ropes together to create enough support to bring him up. Stefn and I (with aid from the others), pulled Bront up.
Bront informed us that the corpses were indeed his brothers. We held a funeral for our dear Bront’s brothers; Cront & Bront. Dunny held the funeral, while I performed the rites on thier graves. Bront told us how his family struggled with emotions, and we let him know that his brothers cared for him, enough to protect him from evil wizards. Bront also told us about how his father accidentally killed his mother, for he thought she was a sheep in her fleece. This problem seems to plague Cyclops Culture, someone must do something!
We rested for the night and let Bront mourn. In the morning, we went down to face the wizard’s dungeon. We noticed that very recently, something had dismantled an Iron Golem that was previously very alive. We discussed which way to explore, but out of the South Eastern Door, a Manshoon exited and recreated the flickering golem behind him. We pleaded not to be killed, that we would leave immediately but the mage silenced us. He explained that he was a 3rd Generation Manshoon Clone, and that he would offer us 10000 gold if we could deliver to him a Manshoon Corpse. Suddenly, another Manshoon flew through the ceiling and was immediately met with obliteration by the 3rd Gen Manshoon, who we shall henceforth call, Clive. Clive then opened a portal to hell and went through, with not-so-cryptic warnings.
Marching down the South West door with the now non-existent golem, we came to a chamber covered in vegetation, with small, dug-out hole in the roof. In the hexagonal room are 2 more doors. The one going South-East was into a burnt Library with 2 water-elementals fighting a fire elemental. We decided to close that door. Going through the south door, we reached a dark room with an evil-looking tree in the middle. It told us to take a piece of it and plant it somewhere. Sidus quietly shaved off a piece of the tree, which I warned him against. The tree then summoned multiple large tree monsters which attacked us. Through our efforts, we trimmed the plants.
Unfortunately, a water elemental burst in from the library room. We began to fight the beast but then 2 more Manshoons burst through a wall, slinging powerful spells at each other. We knew we were in over our heads, Two Manshoons and a Water Elemental is too much for us. We fled back the way we came, yelling to Bront to run away from here.