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)
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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)