Yolov nods. "That I leave to your expertise, Miss Valentine. I can only provide coordinates based upon admittedly rough calculations. This is new to me. Haven't had much chance to make use of equations in the tower too. Too stable. Unlike Sigil. Different sort of stability. Though things were congested. Provided interesting challenges for performances however." He glances over to Warx. "Limit your practices here, if you would. If noted by the denizens, you will most likely be incarcerated until you trial, and then possibly terminated. Or deported. More than likely the former though. Hm! I should've asked to stop by Sigil for the keys. And a permit."
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The group moves around together for a few minutes, getting used to their surrounding. After some looking around, they find something that seems out of place, which would definitely ring alarm bells in Mechanus. There is what appears to be a large oil slick, mostly transparent, that has greased up part of the floor that leads off to what appears to be a set of metallic buildings.
Mordercai keeps an eye out for modrons, but those ones initially seen are long gone. There appear to be things way off in the distance doing their own thing. However, it does occur to him that the party are out in the open and look very much like non-natives.
"Not to put too fine a point on it, but we should probably either get out of sight of our planar hosts or be excruciatingly obvious about how we want to proceed. I can't say I'm a fan of the latter, as we're just as likely to get targeted by whatever defenses the entropic intruders like activated, but we're not going to have much luck being subtle in the first place. In any case, we shouldn't waste time." He leans over and looks at the oil slick and considers. "This seems like as good a trail to follow as any. Keep to it, I imagine we'll find our target."
He begins to walk along the left side of the oil slick, not remotely trying to be sneaky. He keeps his eyes up, looking for the source of the oil as well as for any modrons whose paths might be disturbed either by the oil or by his own passing.
"Does anyone here have anything that would assist with evading detection? Because I'm not too terribly stealthy and the eight of us combined would stick out like a sore thumb in a common tavern, much less Mechanus."
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Warx looks at Vax, and says with a bit of a sarcastic sneer... "Well, if illusions weren't so taboo in this realm, I could disguise at least a few of us to look like we fit in." Trying out a Minor Illusion again, he forms a Gear Shaped hat on top of his head. It pops into place on his head, pulses for a moment, then disappears again.
Grumbling to himself, Warx then closely examines the oil slick to see if he can determine what it is, or who (or what) would have made it.
"Only if it disrupts public order. As we are not currently in one of the metropolis areas, we will be fine."Yolov says off-offhandedly in between offering pointers and coordinates for Valentine's spell weaving. "But Mordekai has a point. We should at least get indoors. Avoid breaking anything, however. Repairs possible. But, it would defeat purpose of coming here, I think. Oh.. that is a wonderful idea. Chameleon Skin from the Beastlands would make for excellent shiftweave."
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She listen to Yolok with excitement still flicker some arcane magic in her finger tips, really not paying any attention to her surroundings. '' True Strike... i got to point at a creature to find it weaknesses and defenses...and Beast Bond, charm a beast... and Detecting good and bad... ''she muttering with focus to Yolok.
'' Ah, I wish i could cast thing better!~ ..Seems something upon touch with these spells.. And i have not yet mastered some other spells ''she say in a grumpy tone with a disappointed expression as she looks up from her tome and gaze around a bit.
Perception: 19
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From a few steps ahead, Mordecai pauses, then looks back. "As much as it pains me, that detecting spell might not be a bad idea. Something to give us at least a moment's notice before getting whacked. Until then. " He gestures comically at the trail, and then turns and begins to stomp down it, narrowly following the path left by the oil.
Coseris follows behind the group, still in awe as he has never really traveled too far from his home. Besides, he's always had his nose in a book. either reading or writing on a daily basis. Listening to what everyone has been saying, Making mental notes of what to look out for and the such. Seeing the interest in the oil slick he too takes a look and starts to follow the trail behind Mordecai.
Attempting to keep up with the front-most of the group, Bankahn stumbles a bit, narrowly avoiding stepping in the trail of oil. After that, he focuses mainly on watching his footing. Udo squawks angrily.
It becomes easily apparent that after approaching and investigating that there are tracks from this oil slick. Headed around the side of towards the wall, there appears to be some trails of the oil that look like something was dragged from the oil.
But the path continues on nonetheless? Also, who is holding the recall medallion?
Mordecai pauses as they approach the split trails. "We might need to track down whatever's been touched by that foul stuff, even if only briefly. Seems feasible to divide into two groups - one to follow the main trail, another to follow the side path. Those on the main trail might want to wait before engaging whatever's making this sludge, unless they feel reasonably confident that they can... convince it to depart from this plane." He turns and faces the rest of the party. "Smaller groups - might be less noticeable. Might also be more vulnerable, but we won't know that until we are actually attacked. What say you?"
From the loxodon's shoulder, Udo chwirks at Bankahn, who shakes his head.
"Sorry, my friend,"he tells the hawk, turning to
"I would send Udo one way...but I think he would stand out in a...bad way. In fact...you'd better stay in here,"Bankahn continues, grabbing Udo with his trunk and gently setting him in the top pocket of his backpack, which is empty. Udo obligingly ducks his head until only the tiniest tuft of red-brown feather is visible at the top of Bankahn's pack. Bankahn turns to Mordecai.
Utterly mystified by the complex cogs, Mordecai focuses his attention on a single task: finding patterns in the movement of the flying modrons.
perception: 13
Yolov nods. "That I leave to your expertise, Miss Valentine. I can only provide coordinates based upon admittedly rough calculations. This is new to me. Haven't had much chance to make use of equations in the tower too. Too stable. Unlike Sigil. Different sort of stability. Though things were congested. Provided interesting challenges for performances however." He glances over to Warx. "Limit your practices here, if you would. If noted by the denizens, you will most likely be incarcerated until you trial, and then possibly terminated. Or deported. More than likely the former though. Hm! I should've asked to stop by Sigil for the keys. And a permit."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
The group moves around together for a few minutes, getting used to their surrounding. After some looking around, they find something that seems out of place, which would definitely ring alarm bells in Mechanus. There is what appears to be a large oil slick, mostly transparent, that has greased up part of the floor that leads off to what appears to be a set of metallic buildings.
Mordercai keeps an eye out for modrons, but those ones initially seen are long gone. There appear to be things way off in the distance doing their own thing. However, it does occur to him that the party are out in the open and look very much like non-natives.
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
"Not to put too fine a point on it, but we should probably either get out of sight of our planar hosts or be excruciatingly obvious about how we want to proceed. I can't say I'm a fan of the latter, as we're just as likely to get targeted by whatever defenses the entropic intruders like activated, but we're not going to have much luck being subtle in the first place. In any case, we shouldn't waste time." He leans over and looks at the oil slick and considers. "This seems like as good a trail to follow as any. Keep to it, I imagine we'll find our target."
He begins to walk along the left side of the oil slick, not remotely trying to be sneaky. He keeps his eyes up, looking for the source of the oil as well as for any modrons whose paths might be disturbed either by the oil or by his own passing.
"Does anyone here have anything that would assist with evading detection? Because I'm not too terribly stealthy and the eight of us combined would stick out like a sore thumb in a common tavern, much less Mechanus."
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Warx looks at Vax, and says with a bit of a sarcastic sneer... "Well, if illusions weren't so taboo in this realm, I could disguise at least a few of us to look like we fit in." Trying out a Minor Illusion again, he forms a Gear Shaped hat on top of his head. It pops into place on his head, pulses for a moment, then disappears again.
Grumbling to himself, Warx then closely examines the oil slick to see if he can determine what it is, or who (or what) would have made it.
Investigation Check: 6
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Keegik follows the trail of oil with jerky movements, his arms held out before him, attempting to mimic a robot.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"Keegik, don't do that. It'll only make us stand out more."
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Jooor sighs apologetically.
"I haven't yet mastered the art of Nondetection."
And that's all I have to say about that.
"Only if it disrupts public order. As we are not currently in one of the metropolis areas, we will be fine." Yolov says off-offhandedly in between offering pointers and coordinates for Valentine's spell weaving. "But Mordekai has a point. We should at least get indoors. Avoid breaking anything, however. Repairs possible. But, it would defeat purpose of coming here, I think. Oh.. that is a wonderful idea. Chameleon Skin from the Beastlands would make for excellent shiftweave."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
She listen to Yolok with excitement still flicker some arcane magic in her finger tips, really not paying any attention to her surroundings.
'' True Strike... i got to point at a creature to find it weaknesses and defenses...and Beast Bond, charm a beast... and Detecting good and bad... '' she muttering with focus to Yolok.
'' Ah, I wish i could cast thing better!~ ..Seems something upon touch with these spells.. And i have not yet mastered some other spells '' she say in a grumpy tone with a disappointed expression as she looks up from her tome and gaze around a bit.
Perception: 19
'The Life Is What You Create. Dreams can become Manifested when you REALLY do them! Stay Authentic!'
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From a few steps ahead, Mordecai pauses, then looks back. "As much as it pains me, that detecting spell might not be a bad idea. Something to give us at least a moment's notice before getting whacked. Until then. " He gestures comically at the trail, and then turns and begins to stomp down it, narrowly following the path left by the oil.
"Don't Break Things? Me? Oh, This Is Going To Be Harder Than I Thought."
(You guys would know, Keegik somehow always ends up breaking something or another. Always.)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Coseris follows behind the group, still in awe as he has never really traveled too far from his home. Besides, he's always had his nose in a book. either reading or writing on a daily basis. Listening to what everyone has been saying, Making mental notes of what to look out for and the such. Seeing the interest in the oil slick he too takes a look and starts to follow the trail behind Mordecai.
Investigation : 12
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Keegik checks out the oil, seeing if it's just regular oil, or something else.
Investigation: 8 subtract 1 from roll if perception.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Attempting to keep up with the front-most of the group, Bankahn stumbles a bit, narrowly avoiding stepping in the trail of oil. After that, he focuses mainly on watching his footing. Udo squawks angrily.
And that's all I have to say about that.
It becomes easily apparent that after approaching and investigating that there are tracks from this oil slick. Headed around the side of towards the wall, there appears to be some trails of the oil that look like something was dragged from the oil.
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
'' This is probably bad...or it might be good~ Aha..ahaha~ ''
Valentine chain back her tome on the gold chains and moving along with her fellow wizards as she helps Bankahn with the footing.
'The Life Is What You Create. Dreams can become Manifested when you REALLY do them! Stay Authentic!'
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But the path continues on nonetheless? Also, who is holding the recall medallion?
Mordecai pauses as they approach the split trails. "We might need to track down whatever's been touched by that foul stuff, even if only briefly. Seems feasible to divide into two groups - one to follow the main trail, another to follow the side path. Those on the main trail might want to wait before engaging whatever's making this sludge, unless they feel reasonably confident that they can... convince it to depart from this plane." He turns and faces the rest of the party. "Smaller groups - might be less noticeable. Might also be more vulnerable, but we won't know that until we are actually attacked. What say you?"
From the loxodon's shoulder, Udo chwirks at Bankahn, who shakes his head.
"Sorry, my friend," he tells the hawk, turning to
"I would send Udo one way...but I think he would stand out in a...bad way. In fact...you'd better stay in here," Bankahn continues, grabbing Udo with his trunk and gently setting him in the top pocket of his backpack, which is empty. Udo obligingly ducks his head until only the tiniest tuft of red-brown feather is visible at the top of Bankahn's pack. Bankahn turns to Mordecai.
"I agree."
And that's all I have to say about that.