You see the huge cogwheel serving as the portal to Mechanus is both heavily guarded by several larger automatons like the five limbed one by your party now, and more patrolling the queue line, which spirals around with mathematical precision. There is space around the portal though, not a lot of it though, so the guards can filter people through slowly. There seems to be some sort of vetting process happening before people are let through the portal.
Rogferr make a Perception check through your familiar.
Gimable, as you approach a modron, which is carrying a small stack of papers at the moment, another, much larger metallic, robotic creature stilts your way, this one with five large tentacle like appendages around it's body, standing on five legs and feet. It whirs quietly as it approaches you, as numerous cogs and servos in its body work to make it move. In a clear but mildly feminine and authoritative voice, it speaks."R2M45 is not designated for upholding rules. There are 313 rules currently in the city. I can relay all of them, unless you are inquiring a more specific designation."
"First, r-rules about the p-p-p-Portal, followed by, rules about non-m-Mechachinal beings, then else." *Gimble forces the words out as if each one causes him physical discomfort. He pulls out paper, ink and quill, to begin writing down the instructions.
(I wish keen mind kept the 'good memory' aspect somehow, ah well)
The odd multilimbed creature whirs again briefly and then begins reciting in an unhurried fashion. "Rule 55,, Portal to Mechanus, Section 1, paragraph A: All creatures and entities corporeal or incorporeal must register their transportation request and have the appropriate clearance approved to be shown to the current gate guardian upon demand. Forms may be requested and submitted at the Hall of Order. Failure to produce the required documentation upon demand will result in immediate removal from the queue. Paragraph B:..."
The creature continues to drone on (pun intended) relating numerous laws and bylaws until you let it finish or tell it to stop. You gather though that they are quite particular and orderly about approaching and using the portal, the most egregious being attempting to enter the portal without proper authorization, resulting in at best, expulsion from Automata and barred entry for a set amount of time (by their reckoning), to "reconfiguration". There does not appear to be any major restriction on non-mechanical beings, and you can see as you wait around, there are plenty of other species and beings mixed in, even if the dominant kind here are in the modron family.
Eithne agrees with Esta's (Faith's) proposal: "You have a point. I think it's worth a try. Approach with the mimir, then. I'll be by your side, in case of trouble."
'What are you talking about, Eithne!' the Voices in her head scream en masse in her mind. 'Don't take the risk!' 'It's her idea, let her handle it alone!' Since the Vocies are in agreement this time, their influence is almost painful for the Lone Survivor, who unconsciously raises a hand to her temple as she tries to regain control of her thoughts—or at least insert a thought of her own amidst the tide of Voices: 'To find help, I must first offer it! Leave it to me!' 'It's not just you who's at risk, Eithne!' 'We're all in here too!' 'Don't you understand that if you die...' 'Don't you understand that I'm trying not to die!?' in the end the owner of the mind manages to assert her rights as mistress of the house: 'Trust me! I kept you and me alive, until now, have not I? Let me do the only useful thing I seem to be able to do for now: the bodyguard!'
Meanwhile, with the Voices partially calmed, the Savage Wanderer overhears Gimble getting information from the machines and is somewhat impressed. The gnome may not be very good at interacting with people, but he does very well with machines. She quickly loses the details of the vast rules, but the general feeling she gets is that the legislator has taken great care in regulating entry to the portal; simply approaching it doesn't seem as strictly regulated. This gives her further hope that Faith/Esta's idea might work.
Gimble will continue to write down rules until approached by the others. Listening for any rules about being found outside of the queue or about keeping order in the city through force
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You see the huge cogwheel serving as the portal to Mechanus is both heavily guarded by several larger automatons like the five limbed one by your party now, and more patrolling the queue line, which spirals around with mathematical precision. There is space around the portal though, not a lot of it though, so the guards can filter people through slowly. There seems to be some sort of vetting process happening before people are let through the portal.
"First, r-rules about the p-p-p-Portal, followed by, rules about non-m-Mechachinal beings, then else." *Gimble forces the words out as if each one causes him physical discomfort. He pulls out paper, ink and quill, to begin writing down the instructions.
(I wish keen mind kept the 'good memory' aspect somehow, ah well)
The odd multilimbed creature whirs again briefly and then begins reciting in an unhurried fashion. "Rule 55,, Portal to Mechanus, Section 1, paragraph A: All creatures and entities corporeal or incorporeal must register their transportation request and have the appropriate clearance approved to be shown to the current gate guardian upon demand. Forms may be requested and submitted at the Hall of Order. Failure to produce the required documentation upon demand will result in immediate removal from the queue. Paragraph B:..."
The creature continues to drone on (pun intended) relating numerous laws and bylaws until you let it finish or tell it to stop. You gather though that they are quite particular and orderly about approaching and using the portal, the most egregious being attempting to enter the portal without proper authorization, resulting in at best, expulsion from Automata and barred entry for a set amount of time (by their reckoning), to "reconfiguration". There does not appear to be any major restriction on non-mechanical beings, and you can see as you wait around, there are plenty of other species and beings mixed in, even if the dominant kind here are in the modron family.
Eithne agrees with Esta's (Faith's) proposal: "You have a point. I think it's worth a try. Approach with the mimir, then. I'll be by your side, in case of trouble."
'What are you talking about, Eithne!' the Voices in her head scream en masse in her mind.
'Don't take the risk!'
'It's her idea, let her handle it alone!'
Since the Vocies are in agreement this time, their influence is almost painful for the Lone Survivor, who unconsciously raises a hand to her temple as she tries to regain control of her thoughts—or at least insert a thought of her own amidst the tide of Voices: 'To find help, I must first offer it! Leave it to me!'
'It's not just you who's at risk, Eithne!'
'We're all in here too!'
'Don't you understand that if you die...'
'Don't you understand that I'm trying not to die!?' in the end the owner of the mind manages to assert her rights as mistress of the house: 'Trust me! I kept you and me alive, until now, have not I? Let me do the only useful thing I seem to be able to do for now: the bodyguard!'
Meanwhile, with the Voices partially calmed, the Savage Wanderer overhears Gimble getting information from the machines and is somewhat impressed. The gnome may not be very good at interacting with people, but he does very well with machines. She quickly loses the details of the vast rules, but the general feeling she gets is that the legislator has taken great care in regulating entry to the portal; simply approaching it doesn't seem as strictly regulated. This gives her further hope that Faith/Esta's idea might work.
Gimble will continue to write down rules until approached by the others. Listening for any rules about being found outside of the queue or about keeping order in the city through force