Game: In the Spire's Shadow

Mimo looks curiously at the scene, then follows Zhegre outside, still trying to keep out of sight as best possible.
[Attempting to sneak from hiding point to hiding point, if possible. Hide check below].

Sensing a prime case of mob mentality, P&~P tells his co-adventurers, "I must go and examine this situation. If you need me, just yell. I shall be around the crowd, but unseen. I find that research goes better when unnoticed."

The modron lets out a smile, pulls out its copy of The Algorithms of Emotion, casts invisibility, and runs out to examine the situation.

(Edit: P&~P will attempt to keep at least most of the party within 40 or 50 feet if it can, even if they can't see the modron.)

Kadar (most likely after picking himself up) wanders over to the crowd with as calmly as possible

*this could go very badly* he thinks before feeling slightly guilty for thinking.
He quickly launches into-

“Closed has it? I remember when that happened up in the Cage, not a fun time but I suppose it sorted itself out soon enough. At least we don’t have to worry about the air running out down here.”

He glances around for a moment,

“We do have a spell-slinger or two travelling with us at the moment, perhaps they could take a look at the space and see if the portals moved or if the key’s changed or some-such.”

Sense Motive Check
1d20+7=13

Diplomacy Check
1d20+7=25

P&~P sidles over to M'Rek and says to him, "Go along with me on this one... I've seen enough lynch mobs to know when action needs to be taken. The last time a lynch mob formed around me the ignorant villagers got into a heated debate about how exactly one should lynch a cube with legs. Trickery will save us this day. Just follow my lead."

P&~P quietly casts Major Image (Will save DC: 21, no +4 bonus to disbelief even if other people say that this is an illusion) and this is what seems to happen... (unless Duckluck says otherwise )

The portal suddenly opens and a huge (15') tiefling with poison-dripping fangs steps through. It waves a huge greatsword around ominously and exclaims, "People of Passway, your end draws nigh! I come and bring madness as my companion. Your portal is shut, and so it shall remain..."

P&~P makes itself visible and says to the demon, "Duomathrax, far have my companions and I followed you to this place. Prepare to be annihilated... Kadar, Polp, M'Rek, Baba: destroy this fiend, once and for all!"

P&~P pretends to cast a Hold Monster spell and the demon hisses and shrieks, but does not move much. The demon curses, "Your weak magics cannot hold me, bastard child of Primus!"

Before casting the spell, P&~P will say to Zherge, "Have no fear, Zherge... I'm not planning on hurting anyone. But I'm not in the mood to be lynched today, either. This is the fourth lynch mob that has tried to get me for being a mage. People don't understand the workings of Mechanus, nor the will of Primus or the Children of Primus. We know that the cause is the Spirelight, but who will listen to some newcomers? Two of whom are mages, one of whom is mechanical? I'm hoping that the Spirelight doesn't interfere with this illusion, otherwise I fear that there will be blood tonight..."

And with that, the modron finishes the final words of its incantation.

(Edit: cleaned up a couple misspellings)

M`rek wakes up in a bad mood, after a good night is cut short. Upon noticing the crowd (from the window) he will atempt to hide and cover his friends with his crossbow...If the illusion gets the desired effect from the crowd he will follow through and join in the fake attack...but first he will need to see people actually running from it...

Hide roll bellow

Baba's so surprised he lets the spell fizzle. "Two wands at the same time?", he mutters. "That takes some galbas."

He takes off on his short gnomish legs and dashes towards Zhegre, who seems to be the only one (that's not shaped like a cube) with any idea what the Elemental Plane of Fire is going on.

As soon as he catches his breath, he promptly asks the same. "What in the name of the four important planes is going on?"

Polp is peeking at the crowd from behind a few dusty crates near his comrades. Despite his fine ears, he probably still is too far away to hear what seems to have been a brief hushed conversation between them, due to the ruckus of the crowd. Thus, at the appearance of the creature, his heart sinks and legs start trembling, erratic thoughts flying through his head:
By the great druids! I should’ve stayed in the gardens, that thing looks like it could take on a couple of dao! What’s that? We’ve been hunting it?! Neither Mister Zhegre, nor Mister M’rek mentioned hunting any big scary fiends! The ancestors definitely left omens of staying far far away from those! In fact, I shouldn’t even think about them, uncle Tellet said they’d get into your mind! Oh no, looks like I better do something!
Just as Polp has convinced himself that he can sneak up and jab the thing in its knees, the newcomers arrive at the scene and take action.

What is going on here?! That big guy looks a bit like Mister Peep… except not being a cube… Mister Zhegre says we got it all handled?!! That thing was invulnerable to whatever it was she shot it with! Huh? Mister Peep cast an illusion? Oh no, something seems to be burning over there!
Polp is confused to no end, but decides that he better do something quick, and decides to burst from his cover, and stab the fiend – illusory or not – in its right kneecap.

With Polp's masterful stabbing of the demon, the demon lets out a shriek and disappears in a cloud of smoke.

Happy with the results of dispersing the lynch mob, P&~P gets ready to tell his companions that it's either time to run or time to make the townsfolk love them... Although running seems like the more prudent option.

The modron's sense of self-satisfaction is cut a bit short when it finally notices the strangely-dressed primes. P&~P lets out a sigh of frustration and mutters, "two wands at a time? The nerve."

P&~P walks over by Zherge, but doesn't say too much. It tries to remain somewhat inconspicuous.

As the dwarf comes charging through the fiend and arrive at Polp’s end, Polp hesitates for a split second with a confused look on his face, and only barely manages to jump over him, before striking at the creature.
When the monster fades before his eyes, Polp takes a few follow-up swings at the dispersing misty figure, just to be sure. Finally convinced that nothing scary currently seems to be threatening his comrades, he sheathes his blade and straps his shield back on his back. A bit of pride swells within him, as Polp congratulates himself for mustering the courage to confront a foe five times his size… even if it did turn out to be illusory. Aunt Ferynin would be so proud.

Polp turns his attention to the new group, and as Zhegre seems to have made peaceful contact, he follows his lead and puts on his best behaviour. He bows politely before the two combatants who joined him in taking down the fiend, and then again before the other new arrivals.
“Many greetings, folks! I am Polp Stingsong of Gemstone Gardens, tunnel-runner and surface world explorer. My friend Zhegre speaks only the truth, and I implore you to listen to his wisdom.”

As Zhegre lectures on, Polp turns back to the rest of his fellows, and quietly asks if they think we should suggest travelling together with the new arrivals. He also turns to the mages, and ask P&~P and Baba if there’s anything they can do about the portal.
When things seem to have settled down, Polp tries a smile at any villagers that may remain and tries to calm them down. And if there’s anything burning, he assists in putting it out.

[Do any of the newcomers still have their weapons drawn? If so, Polp keeps a sharp eye on them.]

Baba can't and won't do anything about the fire (if it exists) - he's a Fire Genasi, not some wood-hugging Druid. He settles for lighting a pipe, finding somewhere convenient to sit down or lean, and keeping a keen gnomish ear out for the way the crowd's opinion settles. He's not in a hurry to get lynched, and they don't look all too convinced.

Having found a very convenient hiding spot, M´rek is happy to just observe, from the crooss-hairs of his crossbow, the situation as it develops. He does his best to keep abreast of the townie's mood, as well as the party to party interaction through a combination of hearing and lip reading.
Taking 10 on both rols wields 10 hear and 17 spot (lip reading)

Kadar smiles warmly at the metal man and speaks in the cheerful, slightly slow way he reserves for the clueless.

"Sigil is the name of a city my metallic friend, a city the like of which you have never seen. Sigil contains many doorways like the one you travelled through to get here. We call these doorways 'portals'. Many people who live in Sigil make their living by helping people find the 'portal' to a particular place. I'm sure that one of these people will be able to help you get back to your 'Eberron'. Failing that you could try finding a mage powerful enough to send you back by magic and Sigil has plenty of those."

Kadar pauses to pull out 'The Planes - for berks'

"If you would like to take a look this book contains a number of useful facts for Cluel, err, those new to the outer-planes."

Polp tries to pick up as much as he can about the newcomers and their world, while doing his best to be forthcoming and friendly. Midway through the lecture, he leaves to get his donkey from the village outskirts and bring it back to the group.

When Zhegre offers the quartet to join, Polp nods in agreement.
“The more, the merrier! The Outlands can be a dangerous place, and since we’re all going to Sigil, we might as well travel together. It’ll be fun and we can share tales all the way! I’m ready to leave, when the rest of you are.”

Once the conversation seems to be dying down, Baba regretfully puts away his pipe and meets up with Zhegre. "You know," he begins, "I once went to the prime on holiday. Oerth. Been to a couple others on business - Ortho, Toril, this one I had to drop by Xaos to get to... Not too bad places, but funny people. They tend to be set in their ideas."

He coughs. "What I mean is, they're not going to change their minds until one of them gets eaten." He makes a dismissive 'hruumph'. "Better than Doomies or Athar, though, so that's a plus."

"So straight to Bedlam?"

Sensing determination behind the metallic man’s words, Polp responds to P&~P’s requests:
“I would love to learn more about these people, but I think Mister Baba’s right – they don’t seem to be in the mood for lecturing us on their world and their mission, so I don’t think we should press the issue… Besides, don’t we have pressing concerns ourselves?”

A rumble escapes Polp’s belly, but the shad grits his teeth and the cautious nature of his kin takes over.
“Regarding breakfast, I must say I’m a bit hungry myself, but it doesn’t seem like the villagers are thrilled about our presence. I would rather get going, and eat after we’ve put some distance behind us. Besides, I don’t feel comfortable with the Spirelight looming around.”

His curiosity and stomach finally win over M`rek´s natural caution.
Since he is still at the inn, he will go down and find a cook or scullery boy, flash him some of his gold (an apropriate amount) in order to get a better than average meal in quantity and quality. He will then stroll affably out of the in, holding a large juicy sausage on a fork and say:

"A good morning to all of you, I took the liberty of arranging for breakfast, we can swap stories, tips and information while we eat, if the potrtal opens you can just leave, if not, well, at least you got a meal on your bellies!"
After saying that, he throws some pants Zhegre`s way:
"Here,...you should put those on...your beard is not THAT big..."

"Very well, very well. Pleasure to meet you, in any case. Good luck with your prime-saving quest to fight off Illithid. Aboleth. Beholders. Naga? " Baba putters off to collect his things.

"Don't forget to drop by the Baba Smith emporium in tradegate, we don't have much in space invader slaying swords but the boy will do you a decent exploding curry and pack in some spices - if he hasn't robbed me blind by now."

While M'rek may have breakfast on his mind, Baba obviously wants to get moving as soon as possible.

M´rek expression brightens at the mention of Kobolds:

Hey, I met a band of very bright Kobolds on my first day in Sigil, they had this very military demeanor, well organised and all, whose short swords converted into pole-arms, and whatnot...could they be the same group?
They were interrogating a poor fellow about the Mythal, mentioning that a band of ex-harmonium guys had it...I remembor most of the things I hear,. but what really cought my attention was that they said that this Mythal thing was the last hope for the planes ...HOPE FOR THE PLANES...They mentioned following orders from some High One...could this be involved or related with our quest? Could our quest be involved with yours? Do you think these smart kobolds are the same ones? I do not believe in chance, or coincidence for that matter!

M`rek shrugs:

"It beats me, perhaps my erudite friends here would know (looking at PEEP and Baba). But if you do end up in Sigil, be wary of them, they travel in bands and are downright nasty!"