Lost Lab of Kwalish

“Well, looks to me y'all's job can be done by a ball.” Omiy says as she waves her hand, and the driftglobe following her circles around her waist, shedding light on the ground, she nods her chin at the guide, "so you gotta really sell it. What kind of special places do you know that we can't find on our own? Secrete tunnels? Royal scandals? Firework parades? "

"I see you're new to the Cage. Any light boy on the street can offer you the service of a wand of continual light.  I can help you find the services and people planewalkers seek within the city.

So far as royalty goes, there's no rule here but for that of the Lady of Pain.  That's why this place is so dangerous.  With no central authority to deal with petty crime, it is rampant in the city.  The various guilds and factions did a much better job of regulating everyday affairs, notably the Brotherhood of Order, but since the Great Upheaval factions have been stripped of any official authority, though some of the more prominent do retain considerable power.  

So, where would you like to go? The Hall of Concordance? Imel's Happy Tongue? It's a poplular inn and tavern known for its periodic menu specials that feature food from all the planes. The favorite item in its annual "Cheeses of the Planes" is the Torilian Death Cheese, currently available.  Perhaps you seek some companioship? In which case I would recommend The Prime Exotics*.

If none of those ideas suit you, perhaps you could tell me what it is you are looking for here in the City of Secrets?"

*a shop specialized in selling small animals from the Prime Material plane, including rabbits, squirrels, hedgehogs, and miniature giant space hamsters

Anyone has a preference? Omiy would like to go to The Prime Exotics, get a miniature giant space hamster (hopefully Flappy doesn't eat it) that sits inside her armor, and then go to Imel's Happy Tongue and feed it little pieces of death cheese. When she gets a chance she'll ask the guide about Kwalish and the monks (Brotherhood of Distressed Body?).

Sigurd looks overwhelmed at the portal-hopping and doesn't really know what to make of the modron in front of them. He looks to Omiy and Hondo, as they seem to have a handle on the situation at the time being.

"I'll go wherever you all choose. I'm somewhat out of my element here, wherever that is."

Is it miniature or giant? Also, who is Flappy? At this point, Huarache has joined the group, as has Echo Mk. III. (I've only lost 2 of her so far, by my count.)

Flappy is Mrs.Springflow’s winged car that Omiy has been hired to find when she first ran into the group. He’s actually a tressym.

Omiy is going to buy a little bunny and set the tiny fluffy white ball on top of Sigurd’s head. “Hey,” she says, “cheer up!”

P.S. I think the giant miniature hamster is just a regular sized hamster. 

"Giant space hamsters were created by the gnomes of Krynn by mixing various monster bits together through magic.  The miniature variety is gentle with children and can sometimes speak in whispers, though it rarely does so."

"I have surmised your group has come through a portal to Toril.  You may be familiar with the statue of a miniature giant space hamster and his companion in the city of Baldur's Gate." the modrone informs you.  "They are not always in stock, but they are by no means rare and usually sell for 1gp"

"I can take you there, forthwith.  By the way, you can call ke Gearbox, if you wish"

Ooc: the hamster has the same stats as a rat but no attacks.  Boo (of Minsc and Boo) is one.

He reminds me of Reggie Fils-Aimé.

“So Gearbox, do you know a lot about stuff?” Omiy asks happily as she follows the monodrone through the streets of Sigril, in her mind she’s already building a nest for the little hamster, “do you know anything about Kwalish? He was the one who built the portal that we came through.” 

"I'm sure being from Toril, you must be familiar with the radius Death Cheese. Then again, I shouldn't assune you're from Toril just because that's the portal you came through, you just didn't strike me as seasoned planeswalkers." Gearbox continues. As he leads you through the streets of Sigil.

"I know the one of whom you speak. Follow me"

“You don’t know that, we could be very seasoned.” Omiy crosses her arms in front of her chest and pouts, “I guess you haven’t heard Kwalish then. How about the monks of Distressed Body? They are a group of creeps that shave off their faces. I hadn’t gotten much out of them before they all went poof - ”

Looking around, Omiy quickly asks, “speaking of fights, any shops for firearms around here?”

Huarache perks up at that, and he resolves to go wherever Gearbox directs when answering Omiy's question, but to wherever he's leading us for the Kwalish question first.

Gearbox leads you through the city, passing by creatures from across the planes, as varied as Planetars and Vrocks, none of whom appeared particularly alarmed by one another. Along the way you might notice some construction, undoubtedly bring carried out by dabus - grey-skinned humanoids with a shock of white hair and four short curling horns.

"Here we are!" Gearbox announces, holding out his arms to present a small shop with a weathered door bearing a faded sign, which reads: "Hands of Time".

"Saddam Hasan ibn Arvalas is a master mechanician and the guildmaster of the Hands of Time, a mechanician's guild and shop. His specialization is using magic to animate mechanical creations."

When the door of the little shop in the Lower Ward is pushed open, a wooden desk before a black curtain is all that greets you. Atop the desk sits a small bell. Gearbox casual presses his palm on the bell and it produces an unexpected Klaxon- "Aaaa-oooo-gah!". From behind ths curtain, you hear the foorsteps of the proprietor approaching, heralding his appearance from behind the curtain.

"Master Arvalas!" Gearbox greets the bearded man eagerly, "These bloods have just come in feom Toril and they say they're lookong for Kwalish. Naturally, I brought them to speak to you."

"Well, now, isn't that something?" The thin human says as he rubs his dark beard. "'Kwalish is a name I haven't heard in quite some time. He was once a member of our guild. A good friend, at times. He took a real shine to building automatons, and of course I was happy to share what I'd learned from my studies with my mentor, the great Trobriand, and my own personal discoveries, as well." Taking a long look at Ctenmiir's coffin as he walks with you Saddam finally erupts: "That's a Kwalish! That Walker, so you berks have met him? How did you come by that? Was it on the Prime?"

Leann stands back, eyeing the various beings around them. She lets others do the talking with this strange shopkeep.

Ctenmiir responds from within the device, "It were in the Barrier Peaks of Faerun that i was given this gift. A magical means of protection to help with my environmental sensitivity, only problem is, I cant seem to figure out how to open this thing."

"Ah. I see," Saddam replies softly, his countenance inscrutible, "Come on in, then," he gestures as he throws aside the curtain, revealing a much larger space than the exterior suggests.  A handful of dwarves and gnomes work on complex machines, while piles of half finished inventions lay scattered about the floor. "These guild artisans are more than happy to trade for their creations. They are supremely durable and very resistsnt to planar edfects, so, between us, those from the Prime tend to find the prices a bit steep. Just fair warning" he whispers, not that anyone else seems to note his presence, as they are engrossed in their work. 

"Modrons, on the other hand" Gearbox chimes in, "do not trade goods for gold. We give them freely to those who share our psssion for invention." 

"There you go," Omiy says, vaguely gesturing towards the direction of Ctenmiir, "I don't actually know where that coffin came from. All I know is that it comes with a complementary whiny and judgy vampire. The Cartophile sent him along to help us find Kwalish. "

They followed Saddam in the backroom, Omiy curiously takes in all the different inventions the guild artisans are working on. She shrugs, “any interesting crafts they have up for sale? - Speaking of the passion for creation, Huarache would know a lot more than me. He was going to make a spyglass for me, we were just looking for lens that would work. ”

Sigurd takes the rabbit down from his head and tries to feed it some of the food he has. If it won't eat. He asks the shopkeeper if he has anything for it.

Hondo is with the group, still a little shaken up with the encounter with the monks. He follows closely with Omiy and he keeps his eye on the Gearbox. He doesn’t trust him...yet.