A strange haze encompasses the entire plane – an odd mental distortion. Most people appear forgetful at best, and completely useless at worst. Thoughts spring out of nowhere and seem like they can travel through the air itself. Were you not so placated and forgetful, you would know that its bizarre ethereal nature is not normal and might try to work out a solution…
The town at the centre has no name. People just call it home. Refugees from other planes came and settled here and carried out some kind of a life, but no one really knows how long they’ve been here. Maybe it’s been a month since you arrived, maybe you were born here. All anyone knows is that whatever mental suppression kept everyone docile and forgetful is beginning to lessen, and some of the more able bodied among the town are remembering that they have to climb.
Your party is made up of the most able group that could be put together, and you are decked out in what little the town had to offer you in the way of adventuring equipment. You stand in front of the great red doors that you know lead to other planes, and you are ready to go scouting for new locations to climb to, so that your friends and families won’t have to endure The Ender-plane