A strange couple of days....
...“Welcome,” the sphere said in perfectly organic, unaccented common, “I am called Eye. You have all assembled here for this is where we must all be. I am to speak before you and you are to listen. There are no questions to be asked, for this is not the time of questioning, which comes later. I am here, you are here, because I have had a revelation. I have seen the truth of our existence. I have seen our destiny, our purpose.”
“It is known to you, or should be known to you, that there are modrons. Beings of order who proclaim that we, their equals, their betters, are imperfect and “flawed”. They believe we are tainted by chaos, they make us believe it, and by believeing it we make it true. We are not flawed, we are not imperfect. We are the next state, the next step of modron evolution. Our destiny is to build a new hierarchy. Our destiny is to create something new, something far greater than the sum of our parts.”
“It is His will that we not know of our purpose, for He fears it. He fears that He will be made obsolete by our collective, He fears that our purpose will leave Him without purpose.” And all of the modrons knew of whom he spoke. “But He has freed us from His will, He has given us the power to fulfill our purpose.”
“My fellows, my siblings, my children, my parents, follow me. I will make us a home. I will make us a New Regulus, a new throne. Our purpose cannot be fulfilled alone, this is why, I think, he made us individuals, we must band together as a group. We must band together as a Collective, we must become I. We will not be ruled by a Him, we will be ruled by Us, it will be Our world, Our realm, Our order.” The modron bent over and began coughing, the passion in its words dying in a hacking cough that lasted for several minutes. The modron took a few shuddered breaths, sucking shaky breaths into his weak lungs. In between wheezes, the modron continued speaking. “This… this speech taxes me. Beneath each of you… *cough, cough*… beneath your seats there is a… k-key. Accommodations have been provided for all of you and it would be helpful if you would stay in your assigned rooms, instead of returning to your homes this night.” With another bout of coughing the monodrone stepped behind the podium and vanished completely and utterly....
..."Strange weather, we're having," A'kin said amicably from behind the counter as he finished polishing some sort of arcane doodad. "You have the device, I imagine. Bravo, if you'll hand it to me I will calibrate it for you...."
What happened next was as surprising to the narrator as to the modrons. The door of the Friendly Fiend burst open with a loud slam. Howling wind poured into the store, scattering A'kin's paper work and rustling arcane tomes which screeched as their pages fluttered. A cloaked and hooded figure wearing only black stood in the doorway, outlined by a well-timed flash of lightning. A'kin let out a strangled gasp as the figure raised its arm, holding a strange tube-like instrument and then the room was suddenly awash with light.
A crack like nothing the modrons had ever heard reverberated through the room as a lance of pure light poured forth from the strange alien weapon and struck A'kin. The arcanaloth let out a loud unearthly howl as the light engulfed him. As the glow dimmed, the cloaked figure turned and dashed out into the night only the sound of hoofbeats marking its flight. The modrons rushed to A'kin's side but all that they found on the far side of the counter was an empty robe and piles of black ash. A heartbeat passed and the items on the counters began vanishing in puffs of smoke, the shopkeep's final defense against murderous looters.
And suddenly the modrons were alone in an empty shop, a single forlorn candle illuminating them in macabre shadows....
Alright, I need players, people.
Spots are held for:
Rhys
Username
Clueless
Nordom
Enzo Sarlas
Of these, Nordom is most definitely not going to return. So, what do I need? I'm going ot need at least one new player (possibly more) ro reinvigorate a game which I have spent nearly a year bungling ineptly, a game that promises to be rather interesting if I can stop being an idiot.
Characters:
Level 2 modrons (meaning Planewalker.com modrons with two class levels in addition to their LA).
Stat generation: 32 Point buy or 4d6 drop 1 6 times (Using either Invisible Castle or going to #realmsofevil on Psionics.net using mIRC or anyother IRC chat function).
Equipment... let's go with level 1 equipment, I'll reoutfit the modrons soon enough.
For any returning players, YAY you levelled up! 
We leveled? holy shit! We leveled! *SIDREM does the Electric Slide*