West Marches at the Board N Brew

Milo detected another planar anomaly not far south of Tempered Vale, and, knowing what happened at the last planar gate, wanted to investigate right away. He guided the party a little ways into the foothills of the Watershed mountains, to a narrow, secluded box canyon. The planar energy was centered here, but diffuse, difficult to get a bead on, and no gate was apparent. Losing daylight, the party camped down for the night, in the relative luxury of the protective dome conjured by Echo. In the morning, things had changed. The canyon replaced by a cliffside cavern mouth, the snowy tundra landscape by a vast, featureless ocean. With little option, the party ventured deeper into the cave, and came upon a set of doors in limestone and green marble, adorned with bas-relief carvings of animals, monsters, and a stylized fountain icon. In an odd dialect of Celestial, Summerchild was able to read the inscription: Seekers of truths If you wish to learn my temple’s secrets First tell me you...