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Click Clack leaves, walking the streets of Sigil apparently oblivious to the fact he is being followed by the group. At one point he stops a boy in the street. You over hear him asking the boy where the nearest transportation station is and after giving the boy 2 coppers he is given directions...

"Let us not forget that this is a contested area. There are others here no doubt." Harfik reminds the group in a soft voice.

Harfik Human Monk Harfik looks incredulously at the Teraphim with him for a moment before his face returns to his calm, political facade. "How do your people look back on the crimes of your ancestors?" Harfik seems to collected his words carefully chosen. "Prince, which way would you like to...

Click Clack brings both hands up to the side of his head. "Oh no! That should not have happened. I seem to have broken your Modron. Unless it always acts like this. I will leave before I do more harm." Click Clack Turns and starts out into the street. As he is leaving. "Try to find me if he...

Perception: 1D20+4 = [3]+4 = 7 Harfik found is focus split in too many directions between the escape route the creature was planning on taking, watching for struggle, and digesting it's words. He considers briefly admitting that he cares little for what side he allies with in this god...

The Modron does not seem hostile but is clearly concerned about something. Fradak mike peabody Li Shenron Deus Machina

Harfik Human Monk Harfik steadies his weapon and looks around for more foes approaching in the darkness. "And where would this have taken you?" He motions to the opening.

Zilvar Gnome Wizard Zilvar watches closely to see how they react to Asherah's comments.

Harfik Human Monk "Oh no you don't" Harfik grunts as he catches up to the assassin. Harfik does his best to position himself between the creature and it's escape. Two diagonal strikes with his sword in rapid succession the first coming down on what should be by Harfiks estimate a vital are...

"Oh... It has been so long. Let me see." Click Clack seems to think for a moment. "Srch command log march bad command unit not ready override user name admin primus execute" Click Clacks speech seems old fashioned and not necessarily correct to Lex. While he waits for a response he turns to...

Dex Save: 1D20+6 = [10]+6 = 16 Harfik, Sees the movement just in time, extends his stride and angling his foot to spring board off the top of the deadly device and continue his pursuit.

Harfik Human Monk "I will get him." Harfik states coldly. Harfik takes a deep breath as he sprints after the fleeing Assassin. After a few steps his feet seem to barely hit the ground. He catches up to his victim with impossible speed, turning in front of the assassin forcing it to stop or go...

Click Clack stands in the doorway, looking around at the party, focusing on Lex last and trying to copy his winning smile. The result is something fairly unsettling. For all intents and purposes he seems to be analyzing the other Modron in the room. Click Clack is odd for a Modron. Marked by...

"Oh, yeah, I'm over thinking it again aren't I?"

Zilvar Gnome Wizard "Well lets go after this from a few different angles then. If you have a messenger that can travel my Lady, I can send a letter with some business terms that we use to know if it's tampered with. In hopes that our enemies are brazen enough to try to sell the shipments...

Sorry, that is my failure as a DM. The intent at this point was that the party would have enough interest in the deaths that they would want to go back to the Dustmen to try to figure out what is going on there and maybe try to put a stop to it. The Modron walking is is a door opening to...

"You think so? I would think if the guards are going missing new faces would be a part of business as usual for who ever is behind this. This is the truely ugly side of business." Zilvar seems to be turning over the options in his head. Something changes in Zilvars face. He seems to be all...

Zilvar Gnome Wizard "So... all of the guards and caravan workers are just going... missing..." Zilvar swallows hard. Looking to his classmates "I guess this means we will be posing as caravan guards?" Zilvar seems uncomfortable with the idea of taking that risk but seems to be reluctantly...

Good Morning, loose ends With the group remaining in the ruined building a smoke comes in through a gap under the rotting door. It smells of very hot fire and molten metal, the distant noises of the smiths and factories can be heard in the uncomfortable silence of the room. The path ahead is...

Ziilvar Gnome Wizard "Silver mine you say? Where are you selling the, oh never mind that now that is a talk for later." Zilvar seems to compose himself for a moment. He continues after a moment of thought. "What makes you think the guards are being bought off and not just unable to catch the...