Journal of Arcadius

Pelor help us.

So here I am sitting on a vehicle that resembles a sort of long extended coach, save that it travels far faster, and between planes. We are traveling between what I believe to be Arcadia or some other plane near Mechanus, and the city of Sigil.

As one might surmise, our plan failed.

It is as if some great malevolent force, beyond the gods themselves, rules the universe. Pelor forgive me for such thoughts! Surely, there is no mysterious power or being manipulating us with cruel play, like the master of a game. Surely not!

We succeeded in the first parts of our plan - collecting help from allies, trapping the Aboleth, setting up the gate to the Far Realms, and protecting the party from mind control.

Except for one important person.

The second blue being, the male, was under no individual protection, and failed to join Steinbjorn when the others retreated into his magical defense.

Alas!

He was taken control by the Aboleth, attempted to kill the female - the alienist - and then sent us on what was meant to be a one-way trip to the Far Realms. Instead, we stopped on the shore and turned back to escape before the gate closed. However, when we passed through the other way, we came out on the aforementioned plane near Mechanus.

The place itself is admirably well-run, and inhabited by helpful beings who know their roles in a most worthy way. We ascertained how to return home, but it would require going to Sigil. Paying for passage proved to be quite cheap, as it is apparently a frequent route.

Also, Walter-Tupper and Hrogar felt the need to buy mechanical clockwork hats. If I recall, Walter-Tupper is in debt to several party members, and still he foolishly squanders his money. Ah well.

There is one good thing... Ragnarr was last known to be in Sigil. If he is still there, he may have some help or advice, or perhaps be willing to rejoin us. With Ragnarr and Steinbjorn together - what power we might have on our side!

But for now, we wait.

Pelor forgive me and guide me.

*A*