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”What is a Modron?” Avesska asks at the risk of sounding like a real...square.
"That" - Throrgar nods at Avesska, while tentatively trying a spoon of the soup, adn smiling at Gribblix.
The next morning as you get up, the commotion in the tavern seems increased. Glancing outside- you see strange metal creatures walking through the streets!
[Spoiler=Knowledge Mechanus DC 10, or Arcadia/Acheron DC 12]These are Monodrone Modrons- the weakest and most numerous variety of Modrons![/ooc]
Glutton continues to prove that she knows the dark of things. "That's a monodron! They're a kind of Modron. Though I do prefer the cubes!" She approaches the creature and greets it brightly, "Hi! Where did you come from? Could you show us?"
The monodrone looks at Glutton and asks, "We have temporarily misplaced the object of value into an inappropriate environment. Have you located it?"
With a laugh and smile Cheyanne says, "I know what that is! It's a...oh, right, Glutton-for-Punishment beat me to it again..." The monk still openly stares at the strange, spherical creature, unable to make sense of its strange speech.
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Power ate his stew with something between disgust and fascination. Although he'd never seen a rust monster, he'd heard enough about them to put them just above garbage eating otyughs, and just below rats. Still, the flavor wasn't bad and he was hungry so he worked his way through it without too much trouble.
As Glutton addresses the monodrone and it answers back, Rankev approaches the creature and stares at it. "Hmmm. You know, I had never met anyone that could not tell me that it didn't just speak in 'yes' and 'no' in some kind of binary patois. That I can verify that they speak Common could alone get me published for the next three years!
[b]"Um, negative, my friend," he says to the modrone, trying to use simple words in spite of his new knowledge. "But perhaps if you describe your predicament we might be able to shed some light.
That might sound unusual to you but it has been a rather unusual day and I feel the impossible is now just commonplace."
"We have temporarily misplaced the object of value into an inappropriate environment." the Modron repeats.
If you didn't know any better you'd say that Glutton was mocking the creature, "That's terrible! What is the inappropriate thing? Maybe I can help you find it!" Her tail begins to whip back and forth, and occasionally striking the metal ground.
"And what object?" - Throrgar pipes in, hesitantly.
Several of the monodrones have now gathered around you, and they reply in sequence:
"A Spirit of the Land" one says, but another says, "A nature spirit, and still a third says, "a soul of the plane."
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"That has got to mean something different here in the outer planes than it does back home..." says Cheyanne uncertainly. "And how do you misplace a soul? Are Modron souls clockwork gears or something?"
"Probably?! If they're anything like other petitioners they will have a form that matches the plane they're from. And souls get lost or kidnapped all the time just ask Jysson."
Glutton turns back to the modron, "What does it look like little basher?"
The modron repeats, "We have lost an object of value into an inappropriate environment. It looks like a spirit of the land."
"I guess we could ask around for this... Spirit of the land?" - Throrgar shrugs - "Even if we do not know what it looks like, maybe some others may? - he adds, with some confusion, then turns to the modron again.
"Could you depict it? Draw it for us?"
"We ain't gonna get anything out of these boxes", Gribblix answered. "Hmmm." The goblin druid said to himself, looking around. "What would be a 'spirit of the land' in Acheron?"
"You're right, Gribblix. Let's get looking around..." says Cheyanne as she begins walking around and speaking to the residents of town, asking for anything that might look like a soul from Mechanus...
As Gribblix is looking he sees a strange and suspicious looking man entering a business. He stops at the door, looks both directions, then ducks inside, locking the door behind him.
"Hey look! A another non-hobgoblin in town? And it looks like he lives here!" Gribblix points out to the others. "Think maybe we should ask him if knows about any portals on this cube?"
"I guess we could Gribblix..." - Throrgar nods - "As it feels like we will be hard pressed to assist this fine, young, huh... Modron... In finding the, huh... Spirit of the Land" - the minotaur pats the diminutive modron amicably.
Cheyanne looks at the man when Gribblix points him out, her expression more curious than suspicious, in spite of his appearance. "He doesn't look like he wants to talk to anyone much...should we disappoint him?" she asks with an impish smile. "He does stand out, and that's saying something here in the outer planes..."
The monk walks purposefully to the man's door and knocks loudly, her fist ringing against the (presumably metal) door with a clang that cannot be ignored. "Hello? We're not from around here and looking for a portal to...where are we going again?...well, off Acheron. Can you help us?"
The strange looking man opens the door partway and stares rather credulously at Cheyanne.
"No, and if I did, why would I share it with a clueless berk like you?" he snorts before slamming the door.
Glutton speculates, "Probably some kind of tiefling, would also explain the rudeness!" Glutton's tail is suddenly holding her dagger which she grabs and places neatly back in her sheath.
"He's ain't alone in that hovel. He's got some friends in there. Around some mechanical thing. And he's not keen on someone peeling it!"
With a sudden scowl Cheyanne turns to her companions. "That's not a tiefling, it's a bladeling - I ran into a couple of rude ones like him back in Sigil when I first arrived. I think he must have whatever the modrons want, cause he and his buddies are definitely hiding it in there." She turns back to the door and starts banging it again. "" she yells over the banging, loudly enough for most anyone nearby to hear...
Throrgar grunts and draws his shield - "Are we sure of this?"
Glutton gives Throrgar a smile, a wink, and finally a shrug. "I think we're definitely getting involved in things that are none of our business! But I have a feeling that the bladelings are bobbing the modrons. If they do have the gear spirits we can always ask the spirits who they want to bang around."
You hear a murmuring behind the door, and then, the sound of a lock turning and a shout from within, "Buzz off, berk!"
If prompted Glutton will pick the lock.
Cheyanne glares at the shut door, her anger at the simple rudeness of the bladeling visible in her stance and expression. "He's hiding something, and in the wrong about it," she says as she looks at Glutton-for-Punishment. "I don't know much about this place, but if there aren't any police to make them behave like good citizens, perhaps its up to us...what do you think? Can you open the door?"
The simple lock clicks open on Glutton's first attempt.
Gribblix gets on a nearby outcropping and shouts, Your 'Spirit of the Land' is in there! I peeled it!" The goblin points to the bladeling's hovel.
Avesska covers her face with her hands...
The door swings open, the now angry bladelings unwilling to give up their prize!
Round 1
Turn order:
1. Gribblix
2. Glutton
3. Rankev
4. Bladelings
5. Cheyanne
6. Throrgar
7. Forgrazar
8. Avesska
Round 1
The goblin druid was not expecting this turn of events to be sure.
"Mondrones! Mondrones! HEELP!!"
Gribblix runs to the right side of the door and holds his action to attack the first bladeling who comes through the door.
Glutton backs up not wanting to fight a bunch of guys in a doorway. She reaches for a neon green vial at her belt and downs it in a swift motion. Her arms and legs lengthen and grow thinner with a sickening popping of joints and tendons. Glutton considers Toothpick and holds it in two hands.
An anarchic weapon is infused with the power of chaos. It makes the weapon chaotically aligned and thus bypasses the corresponding damage reduction. It deals an extra 2d6 points of damage against all creatures of lawful alignment. It bestows one permanent negative level (Core Rulebook 562) on any lawful creature attempting to wield it. The negative level remains as long as the weapon is in hand and disappears when the weapon is no longer wielded. This negative level cannot be overcome in any way (including restoration spells) while the weapon is wielded.
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Round 1
Glutton drinks mutagen.
The first one rushes out!
As Rankev fires off a spell, a crystal appears in the air and begins to slowly float away. . . then his missile connects, tripping the bladeling.
A second one ducks out, and gets behind Cheyanne, where he waits for an ally in position before attacking!
Another inside moves up and quickly they both swing:
hit!
miss!
The final rogue rushes out, and seeing the intimidating minotaur tries to quickly strike:
But the minotaur's shield deflects the blow!
Turn order:
1. Gribblix
2. Glutton
3. Rankev
4. Bladelings
5. Cheyanne
6. Throrgar
7. Forgrazar
8. Avesska
Bladeling (Red): -5, prone
Chayanne: 1/10
Suddenly beset on all sides, Cheyanne strikes are the bladeling flanked by her and Thrograr before stepping out of the middle of the melee.
, bludgeoning damage (also overcomes any DR/Silver)
, bludgeoning damage (also overcomes any DR/Silver)
"Ow! That hurt! Gribblix, you got a heal for me?" cries Cheyanne as she dodges...
With a grunt at the messy situation, Throrgar throws an heavy punch at the same Bladeling attacked by Cheyanne.
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Round 1
Gribblex hits, but he finds that his sickle's slashing blade is ineffective.
Cheyanne hits once, her bludgeoning strikes damaging the bladeling, but Throrgar misses!
Forgrazar activates his Iron Skin ability, hardening his skin against attacks.
Turn order:
1. Gribblix
2. Glutton
3. Rankev
4. Bladelings
5. Cheyanne
6. Throrgar
7. Forgrazar
[b]8. Avesska[/b[
Bladeling (Red): -5, prone
Chayanne: 1/10
With Toothpick held wobbily in her hands Glutton charges into the midst of the bladelings. She has a passing though, maybe they're so piked off because they can't every hug.