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If this ever gets up and going again (and I hope it does) I need to mention the following: I am Active Duty US Navy, currently on "shore duty," but will be going underway for about a month starting mid-June. I will be back, but won't have consistent access to forums until mid-July. Until I leave I will keep checking and will be available to post, but if/when I drop off it isn't forever. Please BOT Cheyanne as necessary. Thanks!
As Rankev stumbles over his words with her, Cheyanne raises one eyebrow and nods her head back in the direction of the court. "Don't let me distract you - if you go all to pieces when I compliment you, I can stop..."
Cheyanne looks at the other PCs as Rankev speaks and shrugs. When he is done she elbows him gently and whispers, "Thanks - I was trying to be smart, but you actually are smart. It didn't seem like this was fair...I'm glad you speak their language, too."
Cheyanne pouts a little more after being a child, but then loses track of her annoyance as she gets thoroughly lost on the way to the court. "Is it a crime to get lost here? I have no idea where we are or how to get back to the inn..." she asks one of the Fraternity of Order guards escorting them. "If ignorance isn't an excuse, I would like to know the consequences of either plea before we choose - what happens if we are found innocent? Guilty? You can't prove it but don't like how we're dressed? Huh? I'm as serious about trying to be perfect as anyone I know, but it helps to have a clue...and I have been called a 'Clueless Prime' enough lately that I think I have a right to ask the question!"
/prayers
Cheyanne groans a bit at being accosted and taken off-task yet again. "Crimes? We didn't know that was a crime, and haven't done any others...at least give us some credit..." she says unhappily as she follows the rest through the dizzying array of gears and platforms.
"No whats? Rankev, you use big words sometimes...I'm not going to lie, it confuses me..." Cheyanne says, her tone not exactly critical, but certainly seeming a bit unhappy with her lack of comprehension.
Cheyanne has to make change, but pays for her room and board without delay. She also enjoys dinner, eating with gusto, and listens as Glutton-for-Punishment asks about...alchemical reagents? "Are there other places to buy and sell nearby? Is that something like a town?" she asks the gnome curiously. "We have been traveling - what do you call it when hopping from plane to plane? 'Planeshopping,' I guess? Well, we've been doing that, all the way from Sigil, and are trying to get back. Restocking on some supplies would be very helpful..."
Cheyanne listens to Glutton-for-Punishment's explanation and then watches the tiefling's experiment with interest. She doesn't say anything after watching the bottle "land" on the opposite side of their gear, instead just watching the gears in sight turn with an amazed look on her face. She continues to stare as they make their way to an inn and smiles at the sight of a mostly-normal-looking old gnome behind the counter. "Good day, friend! We would like rooms for the day and overnight, directions to the nearest portal to Automata, and some good food and drink. What do you offer in this fine establishment?"
Cheyanne looks around, realizes where she is, and then looks around some more. "Wow...how high must we be to not even be able to see the ground? And what could these gears possibly be turning? They're huge...what machine could possibly power them, or need them to power it? This place is incredible..." she says as she stares, seemingly unable to take it all in and understand what she is seeing. When she sees Gribblix struggling, she leans down and tries to comfort him, gently wrapping one arm around him but not looking at him directly. "This sure does seem to be open and different - not at all like the closed loop of Sigil. But do you really want to go back to a place called 'the Cage?' I mean, I suppose we will go back, but what a view to see in the meantime, right...?" she trails off, realizing that she probably isn't helping. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude. It's been several weeks since I saw my old monastery, or my old friends or family. I understand being lost and lonely. I'm sorry...I'll stop talking now..." True to her word, the pretty half-orc turns and watches the modrons marching, a puzzled expression on her face as she tries to figure out where they are going...
When Cheyanne sees the whole process happening safely she shrugs. "I'm still just a Clueless Prime, so I don't know if this is a good idea, but Glutton-for-Punishment seems to know and has been a loyal friend. I say we go - we can help you-know-who avoid an undesirable fate once we get back to Sigil," she says as she falls into line with the Modrons and follows them into Mechanus.
Cheyanne's expression grows upset for a moment as her knew friend insults her, but shakes her head and rolls her eyes at the circuitous effort to soften the blow. She then watches in shock as Glutton-for-Punishment dives into the portal with no more concern than one would diving into a stream. "Um...is that safe enough to follow her? We should, right...?"
Cheyanne watches Glutton-For-Punishment with confusion. "But I said to avoid the modrons..." she mutters before noticing them opening a portal. "Oh! Will that portal take us closer to Sigil? Where are they headed?"
As the modrons prove useless, but also largely unthreatening, Cheyanne nods and returns to the rest of the party. "They're dumber than me, and much uglier," she comments, with not a hint of modesty but a healthy bit of self-awareness. "Let's steer clear of that large group over there," she gestures towards the group gathering several streets over, "...and see if any of the other petitioners we are shepherding know where to go. Come on!" Then she retraces the steps that took them to discover Padlock and looks to find those rescued from Loki's clutches...
Snapping out of her confused stupor at Rankev's soliloquy, Cheyanne looks at Throrgar and shrugs. "That would make some sense, I suppose. They have to have come from their home plane, so there must be a portal that leads in that direction..." she says thoughtfully. Then she says, "Let's try asking them, but without the little guy around to distract them..." and excuses herself to a nearby group of the modrons, deliberately placing enough distance between herself and the rest of the party that, perhaps, the modrons won't spend the entire conversation looking at her companions. "Hi there! I hear you are looking for an item of importance. If we find it, do you need it brought to Mechanus? How could we get there from here? Is there a portal?" she asks with a smile.
Cheyanne looks blankly at Rankev as he speaks, clearly not understanding at all...
"I guess it's time to make this happen..." mutters Cheyanne as she watches the modrons approach. "Yeah! We're looking for someone too - can you help us?" she says as she rushes up to the modrons and gently, but firmly, takes the hands of the lead one and turn them around to look somewhere else...
Cheyanne follows the more-enthusiastic-about-escorting-Padlock-somewhere (?!?!?) PCs out of the building, her expression showing immediate concern as she sees the other modrons. "Um...who wants to talk to all of them and try to convince them to let us take their 'object of value' and just walk away. Are modrons violent? Should we be worried?" she asks with an unconfident tone. "And does anyone have a good idea how to get blood out of my clothes? They're not much, but I'd rather not look like a slaughtered animal if we run into anything too big and hungry..."
"Is that what we're offering?" asks Cheyanne quietly. "I'm Cheyanne. What happens if you don't turn that gear? Or someone else doesn't?"
Cheyanne watches the party's actions with her usual, confused-but-trying-to-understand expression. As Rankev searches bodies she nods and does the same, looking about the sparsely furnished building as she does.
"So...the Modrons want this little guy to turn a wheel, he doesn't want to turn it, and so far we don't know of a compromise or solution...Maybe someone should talk to the other Modrons too? That one earlier was pretty focused - it didn't seem to have much on its mind other than finding this little guy. Are there higher-ranked ones that might be able to fix this?" she asks the rogue Modron, her tone friendly but serious.
Cheyanne looks dully at the others, completely unsure of what the difference is between a "gear spirit" and a "modron" are. "I don't really know anything about turning gears, forever or not. Is that your job or something? Do you have anyone else who can do that work with you? Maybe take turns or something...?"
Cheyanne takes one of the offered potions, drinking slowly to steady her breathing as her wounds heal. "I could never really get used to this - it's not exactly painful, but doesn't feel good either. I much prefer to not get stabbed in the first place," she says by way of thanks. "It looks like I owe you and Rankev now..." Standing up and stretching, the young half-orc looks at the little rogue modron with a confused expression. "Padlock, huh? Well, I don't think those spikey guys were very nice and I'm not sure what you mean about a delicious metal forest. Do you eat metal? The other modrons seemed to be looking for you..."
Cheyanne opens her eyes with a start, nearly choking on the healing potion administered by Rankev. Barely avoiding a choking, spluttering reaction, she finishes the draught and looks around her. "Ow...that hurt," she says, holding her side where she was stabbed by the bladeling wizard. "What happened? Did we win?" As she sits up and sees the others nursing wounds and talking to the rogue modron, she sighs and counts heads. "Looks like everyone is here...thank you, Rankev. I owe you one." She then sits for several long moments, looking about the inside of the building and watching the discussion with the little outsider from Mechanus.
Cheyanne rushes through the door and around the tiefling caster. "I'm coming, Glutton-for-Punishment!" she huffs as she rushes in and strikes at the bladeling from a flaking position.
Cheyanne moves into position to flank the remaining martial-bladeling and strikes!
With a lunge, Cheyanne moves towards the floating crystal and grabs it. "Uh...will this wake you all up? Or put the caster to sleep?" she asks once she's got her hands on it...
I too hope the dog comes out of things alright. It can be very stressful, caring for your fur-children. At least with the human-children they can usually tell you what hurts...
With a shake of her head, Cheyanne easily resists the sudden urge to close her eyes and take a nap...
Cheyanne reaches out to touch the crystal, grasping with both hands.
"I got it! What's it do?" cries Cheyanne as she holds the magical crystal in both hands...
Cheyanne takes a moment to pull the cork and drink a potion, carefully watching the battle in front of her. "In a moment I'm going through that door - we need to take out the wizard!" whispers the monk to Throrgar. "Want to help?"
Totally fair - we need to defeat them somehow. I'm just concerned with my current HPs...thinking about drinking a potion.
"Glutton-for-Punishment, get out of the middle!" warns Cheyanne as she strikes in a flurry with her fists, this time unable to flank any of the enemies, but moving away from the middle of the melee to try and get to a better spot soon... ,
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)
"Ow! That hurt! Gribblix, you got a heal for me?" cries Cheyanne as she dodges...
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?"
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...
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?"
"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...
"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?"
"I didn't mean anything by it, Gribblix. It's an interesting flavor, but that's an odd warning too," says Cheyanne, sticking her tongue out at the little goblin playfully.
Cheyanne continues to stare at most everything in surprise and more than a little relief. Everything is so strange and new - even the idea of civilized and largely welcoming hobgoblins! "What's in the stew? Not that I wear armor, but will it stain metal or something?"
Cheyanne continues to gawk at the bizarre view, unsure if she has finally gone crazy or if this place somehow really exists...
"Alright, so we aren't in Pandemonium, Sigil, or Golarion - where are we? Is this plane dangerous?"
Cheyanne looks relieved at the sudden quiet, massaging her temples gently as she tries to lessen the headache Pandemonium inspired. "I hope I never have to go back there..." she says as she looks around and sees the strange floating cubes in the sky. "I thought Mechanus was supposed to have gears, not cubes...was that the right portal?"
As she hears the sound of the maddening wind pick up again, Cheyanne nearly darts back inside the strange lodge, so intent is she on avoiding the horrible noise. As the minutes pass her face grows solemn and eyes haunted as the despair takes hold of her again and she finds herself following their new guide morosely...
Just checking - we are using the slow advancement rate, right? So that is still level 1, just about a third of the way to level 2?
"Glutton-for-Punishment, let Bjorn here out of his chains first, please. I heard someone talking about Ysgard and would like to hear more from him while you let the others out," Cheyanne requests, thinking back to some of the comments she had heard in Sigil in the last week or so. "Ysgard sounds like a pretty crazy place, but at least the folks there seem interested in fighting for the cause of good..."
As a DM, I know that several of the home-planes of these guys are bad, bad news. As a player, Cheyanne knows NOTHING. I am going to go ahead and roll un-trained checks on each of their home planes. If any result is above a "10" is it alright to assume she at least knows something about the general alignments of the planes?
Well, it looks like Cheyanne has only heard a little bit of (good) about Ysgard...anyone else want to speak up?
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