Journal of Lt. Tupper, Day 261-262

Day 262
I am on another plane of existence.

So after that last bout of entries, the others came back with fresh supplies. Got a large, gaudy, booby-trapped hat from Steinbjorn, but this was disarmed and given to a tortured elf girl we met later to wear on the principle that it was the best place to hide it from her. Steinbjorn also forgot to acquire a new net for me. I get the feeling he does not like me. Throw him in with all the others, then.

As we stormed the keep, we faced terracotta golems and the Seneschal; and found a yuan'ti unit, a large blue guy, and a dungeon's-worth of people who probably shouldn't be loose. Naturally, we only let the more dangerous ones out. One of them, another blue person, said she could transport the aboleth to the Far Realms. Another was a being that claims it's not there. Another was a yuan'ti with no legs. Like I said, probably shouldn't be loose.

So after some preparation and discussion, we set up a trap to teleport the resident aboleth to the Far Realms, where its organs will turn to arachnids or something similarly nasty. Just as we're about to close it, however, the blue guy stabbed the blue girl and transported us through. We managed to make it back to the portal before it closed, but ended up in an incredible place that looks like it should be Gnome Heaven, or perhaps rather Gnome Hell since everything works perfectly. There are gears and spinning metal bits and mechanical beings as far as the eye can see. Apparently we can get back to our home plane, but we have to get to a place called Sigil and go from there. Oh yes, and I got a hat from a shop at their automated trans-dimensional caravan dispatch as proof that I was actually here. It's covered in gears and bolts and strange writing, and makes this soothing little clicking noise. Hrogar got one as well, but he's not wearing it.

All in all, nobody died or contracted spider-brain, and we're in this amazing place. It's been a good day.