MC often wondered what "normal" people's lives were like. Well, OK, his early years at Candlekeep were actually pretty uneventful, but that was long ago and the memories of that time were starting to fade. MC had been looking forward to getting back to Athkatla, having a beer at the Coronet, collecting the back tithes from his Keep, saying Hi to his GF ... and he had a dozen more souveneirs for the wall of the CC! Unfortunately, shortly after leaving Elfville, he and his buds had been waylaid in mid travels by some sort of teleportation spell or device, and were attacked by yet ANOTHER egomaniac Bhaalspawn, whom they had to put down. Don't any of Dad's kids just say "Hi bro, whazzup?" when they meet one of their relatives?
After this, there was a conclave with some chatty stone heads (were these the proverbial "talking heads"?), following which the entire group wound up in a "pocket dimensional plane" ... whatever the heck that was ... that apparently formerly belonged to good old Dad. A private spa for relaxing after a busy day of murdering folks?
There MC had some weird experiences, including encounters with some spirits. A dead killer Bhaalspawn, some Kobold commandos left over from the Nashkel Mines, Jon Irenicus (yet again!), and even good old Sarevok. The big "S" should have been a snake oil salesman in his former life; he actually talked MC into not immediately sending him back to the Abyss. Fine. But you're staying here buddy! Go stand over in the corner. The only other permanent resident of this plane was someone named Casper the Friendly Imp. The little guy was Bhaal's former butler, if you can imagine such a thing. He was also the most ANNOYING second banana MC had ever met; his speech reminded MC of a guy named Jar-Jar, from a dimension long ago and far far away, that he had once had visions about.
"Oooo! Mes'a love shinies!" "Mes'a got recipes!" And on and on and on ... shut it, already, ya git! Admittedly, he did have one use; he was able to construct a few magical items from some of the junk MC had been carrying around. For a hefty fee, of course. Really? Did the little thief try to extort money from Bhaal also, when he wanted something done? MC rather suspected not. And why did the Imp need gold anyway? Not much to spend it on here. Or did he maybe get weekends off, and needed cash for carousing in Hellpubs with his quasit cronies? The answers were not immediately apparent.
Unfortunately, MC was NOT Bhaal, so the only choices were to either pony up the cash, or beat the annoying little twit to death. The party ended up with some more toys, which they really didn't even need, and also close to being bankrupt. Luckily, MC still had some spare stuff he could pawn, whenever they hit a real town.
Speaking of towns, there were several exits from the place, but only one was immediately accessible. Yet another talking head informed MC that he could only go where he was needed, not just anyplace he wanted. And apparently, he and his pals were desperately needed in a town named after some gal's posterior. My, she must have had a fine pair of buttocks, if they named an entire town after them!
Ok, looks like the next stop is the resort town of Sara's Tush. MC hoped they would have a more pleasant stay than the last resort town they visited, Burning Law. But considering the way his luck ran, he wouldn't bet the farm ... sorry, the Keep ... on it, though.