Game: I, Modron "An Eye for an Eye"

*Ki looks at the letter and then turns toawrd the others*
"I suppose we ought to go over what roles we will each serve outside of combat as well. I'm afraid I mianly learned how to fight, but I guess I might be called more perceptive than most."
OOC:in other words no non-physical skills except Control but a high wisdom

Box-in-Bloom joins in the conversation, saying, "I am employed on occasion as a guide, and in that role, my tracking and wilderness survival skills serve well. I am a competent healer and I am excellent with animals. In Sigil, my skills earn me sufficient jink to afford my own home and garden, and I have close friends within Sigil's close-knit Druidic community. I hope that some or all of my abilities may be useful to this group during our coming travails."

"Pardon my inquisitiveness, but do any of you have reservations or concerns about Brother Eye's intentions, or his nature? I cannot explain why, but I sense that all is not as it appears. Perhaps it is just my anxiety at embarking on such a life-changing adventure."

OOC: Let's see, there were 6 of us... Primus, Nordom, Rhys, Clueless, Username, and me. I'd love to keep going. We've got our letter, so let's go to Sigil and deliver it.

Box-in-Bloom walks over to the table and picks up the letter. "I wonder what it says... Why is Brother Eye corresponding with a yugoloth?" It's obvious that Boxy's feeling uncertain about this whole thing.

Are Clueless and Nordom still with us?

The black painted modron sat quietly for a moment, gears grinding deep inside as he evaluated the entire situation, catogorizing each member of the party based on their answers and uses, before running over possible scenarios of encounters. If anything the quiet one had a habit of thinking too much in advance. It was supposedly an effeciency algorithm, to precompute responses... what it turned out to be was an odd habit of remaining completely still for long seconds of time.

The modron seemed to shake itself out of contemplation before half bowing to those in the room. "This unit has completed analysis of success. Unit is pleased to indicate that the collective's skills complement well and are reflective of the composition of many successful parties. Unit also suggests it will not stick it's hand into any dark holes without a torch." There was something almost like a smile across Sidrem's face before it looked to the letter as the others were.

"Perhaps Brother Eye wishes resources beyond current capabilities? Akin possesses excellent supply lines." The rogue offered, "Do you suggest we examine into the letter more closely?"

Sidrem looking at Nordom for a moment, the face on the front his his box wrinkling together. "Error. I do not associate with A'kin myself. A'kin is final destination for letter. I was presenting a hypothesis."

OOC - I suppose there's nothing our cubic companions can conjecture about this correspondence from its characteristics, eh?

Shape, weight, oddly shaped contents, special seals, form of address, etc.? Just a normal letter?

(just being thorough...)

Boxy examines the letter but learns nothing new.

"If I recall correctly, the servant Ka'Hia indicated that if we wish to leave, she would arrange it. If we are to return to Sigil, I suggest that we seek her out."

Boxy walks to the door, opens it and looks up and down the hallway. She then looks back to the others to see if they intend to venture out with her into the rest of the inn.

From somewhere behind Nordom there was a sound that somehow managed to combine the sounds of a gear grinding, a sping snapping and a supressed cough. The 3 foot wide modron got lightly pushed from where he was standing in the doorway in order to clear space for the rest. "Proposal; Utilize maze algorithm for exploration. Choose left or right, consistantly, to avoid randomization of location."

Sidrem stared as the little fellow began doing ennie-meenie. "Query; What method of choice selection is this?"

The modron blinked, eyeing the other for a moment before solumnly reaching into a bag hanging by it's side and passing Nodrom a copper piece. "A more effecient binary determination system. Proposal to enact maze algorithm after root decision point is made?"

ooc: nopes Sidrem's got an odd view on things is all because og his background. *grin* Technically he's still fulfilling his purpose as a Stealth Enhanced Dungeon Recon Mondron. His old companions, Clerical Enhanced, Fighting Enhanced, and Wizardry Enhanced... now they're just silly. *grinning*

ooc: LOL

Sidrem stared at the coin for a moment.... "Mm."

"Brother SIDREM: You have employed the binary determination system incorrectly," says Box-in-Bloom. She explains further, "When using random determination systems in this manner, it is necessary to first establish a mapping function that relates the dependent variable to the independent variable. Shall we agree that 'heads' maps to 'right', and 'tails' maps to 'left'?"

Box-in-Bloom considers Brother Ki's reminder of Ka'Hia's instructions. "You propose that we follow her instructions literally? I see no harm in that approach."

The leafy modron 'ahem's, then addresses the closest wall. "If you would be so kind, please inform the gith woman named Ka'Hia that we seek a portal to Sigil... preferably one that leads to the city's Lower Ward. We also require portal keys to same."

Ki looks at the other modrons and says "I'm ready to leave when you are."

Box-in-Bloom's facial features wrinkle in apparent confusion.

"My understanding of Sigil's metaphysical nature is admittedly limited. However, I am certain that there is only one means of entrance to Sigil -- its portals. What manner of magic do these keys possess to return us to Sigil without use of a portal?" A pause, then, "You did not say these keys would return us to Sigil. You said they would return us to where we came from..."

"Perhaps these keys will take us to Mechanus then? Please clarify."

She can't help herself. There's something about the gith woman she trusts. "Thank you, dear. It's been a pleasure to meet you. I do hope I can find my way back here some day. Take care."

Boxy holds the key close to her body, and utters the keyword, "Coriander."

OOC: Check out Box-in-Bloom's new pic here.

Sidrem blinked, gears whirring for a brief moment of disorrinetation before he looked down at the key. Tucking it firmly into a container strapped to his side - it may come in handy later.

"... query. Direction of target's location relative to here?" He looked around at the others in case any of them knew. "Propose *that* way..." He pointed towards the Lower Ward, as that was a place he was well familar with - as a 'market' of goods. "...alternative proposal, a tout?"

Ki looks around and says "I'm afraid I don't know much about Sigil, I've only been here for a short time."

Having decided on a course of action, the cubes head out onto the street and begin scanning faces for the distinctive guildmark of a Sigil Tout...

Boxy's taken aback by the tout's race, but does her level best to keep calm about it. This is Sigil, and all manner of races make kip here, living together in relative harmony -- the Balance of Oppositions. She resolves to deal amicably with the tout, and cope as best she can with whatever chaos might ensue.

The black disk turns into a tophat - being the first of such randomness - startling her, but she finds the humour of it and relaxes... a little.

"Well met, Yarrdulence, and to your ponies also. I am called Box-in-Bloom. My companions are... [whir...click]... I will let them introduce themselves to you."

"As we have already established, we are in need of transportation to the Friendly Fiend? How far is the establishment from our present location? How long with the trip take? And what is the cost?"

Feeling a little adventurous now that she's back in the Cage, Boxy volunteers to ride up front with the slaad.

Ki looks at the tout and says "I am called Ki, my specialization is in martial arts."

A few gears whir and click as Ki thinks about the slaad who had also been training in the monastery and how disciplined he had been, He thought to himself "One should never judge a being by its species, I have met beings that have overcome their natures in the past. Besides, have I not defied my own nature in becoming a rogue?"