Law in Chaos

From Lexicanum

Quake’s Place

Chant around Sigil was, that if a cutter was looking for jink, then Factor Karan of the Xaosects was the blood to see. Karan could be found in a Chaosmen tavern in the HIve called Quake’s Place. The party made their way down to the Hive. Petherwick’s ordered mind had great difficulty with the place – the building going out of it’s way not to be noticed by him, the others finally managed to penetrate the cacophony of chaos that was the interior of the bar. Three different bands were playing three different songs, tables were randomly placed, seemingly in the most inconvenient of place. When they found the bar, which seemed to move around the building,  the bar-staff handed out random drinks  no matter what you actually ordered. Dronic got a flute of champagne when ordering his traditional “fine dwarven ale”. Fiara was given a stein full of what looked like black mud when she ordered a cocktail, while Petherwick who asked for a glass of water received crème de menthe. The bar staff did however seem quite impressed when Hothfin handed back his thimble of faery honeydew ale and demanded a full pint – which would probably had him away with the fairies for the rest of the scenario had he actually drunk that much of it!
 
Despite the fact the fabric of the building shifted constantly, patrons wandered about randomly including on the ceiling, they eventually tracked down Factol Karan. Karan ( visibly concentrating to make sense) introduced the party to Haeronimil, a githzerai, who explained the job. The Modrons were on their way to Limbo, and the  githzerai didn’t want the “obnoxious right-angled manifestations of Order” sodding up their beautiful chaos any longer that they had to., so they were hiring “guides” to help them get through the plane as quickly as possible. After a agreeing a price of 500gp (50 up-front) the  party signed-on.
 
A couple of days later they turned up and after a few mishaps in broom cupboards and the gents, they found themselves on a branch of Yggdrasil, near what was essentially a staging post as groups of modrons were assigned to guides and marched through a swirling vortex - a portal to Limbo. The githzerai guards in attendance pointed the party towards an octon modron, whom they eventually managed to convince with unassailable, through somewhat convoluted, logic that they were suitable guides. Each party member was assigned 200 modrons who formed up in regimented lines behind them and rank-by-rank followed the party through the swirling vortex.
 
Once on the Plane of Chaos, Petherwick’s logical mind took on the task of chaos-shaping a stable area for their small army of modrons to march on while the others watched the swirling patterns of chaos around them for trouble. It wasn’t long before trouble arrived -  in the form of dozens and dozens of red slaad manifesting from the chaos and attacking the column.

Petherwick,  revelling in his new found role of being in charge for once, quickly ordered the modrons to form a defensive cube while the rest of the party surged into battle. The party were ultimately victorious, but afterwards needed to rest.

It was somewhat of a struggle explaining both the concept and the necessity for rest to the modrons, but eventually Hothfin persuaded them it was a tactical move in the face of the hostile slaadi threat. The modrons reluctantly agreed though, much to everyone’s annoyance, they insisted on counting out the elapsed time in seconds to ensure they did not exceed the allotted 8 hours.
 
After resting, they set out on the March  again, and again  it wasn’t long before trouble hit. This time  dozens of blue slaad appeared and attacked. The modrons immediately executed the Petherwick Defensive Cube formation and battle was joined.

The blue slaad were formidable opponents, and both Hothfin and Fiara were very nearly killed before they were eventually driven off.
 

 The Whirlpool of Chaos

 Deciding not to rest after the Blue Slaad assault, they pressed on for a few hours, only to stop suddenly as Hothfin spotted a figure waiting patiently above them sitting peaceably on a lump of raw chaos formed into a chair. The figure introduced itself as Paget and informed them he had been sent to guide them to the Whirlpool. Introductions were being exchanged when the slaad launched yet another assault – this time green slaad!
 
The modrons immediately adopted the Defensive Cube, while the party engaged one of the slaad. As the battle raged back and forth, the party were gaining the upper-hand when the slaad suddenly gated-in three reds to help him! It was to no avail as ultimately the party triumphed. Their enemy defeated, Paget led them off some distance to the Whirlpool!The whirlpool turned out to be an enormous raging maelstrom of primal chaos, that even the normally implacable modrons quailed before. Paget informed them it was “more-or-less” safe and that using this route would shave several days of the trip. 
 
Petherwick spent some time persuading the octon of the logic of passing through what to the ordered mind of the modron was their worst nightmare, but eventually logic prevailed – particularly after Dronnic, dived in to prove it was safe. One by one the modron, led by the part passed into the maelstrom and though it felt pretty much like they were being ripped apart and then  reconstituted, most of them made it through to the other side.
 
On the other side Petherwick called a halt again, much to the octon’s dismay, and after another eight hours of counting they moved on again. They marched for a few hours till suddenly they sensed something was about to go amiss – which was proven when Fiara’s shiny magical armour suddenly transformed into a knitted jumper with “I’m a bit rubbish” written on the front. Simultaneously with Petherwick noticing that his magical ring had turned into a water squirt ring, they noticed imp-like figures fluttering madly about the column chasing huge consternation among the modrons.  Battle, if you could call it that was joined, but when the unfortunate Dronnic finally managed to hit one of the pesky mites, he found his axe transformed into a large daisy! Fiara, withdrew from combat only to find her boots transformed  into big banana boots which hampered her movement significantly!
 
Petherwick managed to kill the last two of the imps with a lightning bolt, but before they could begin to celebrate, they were attacked by a squad of githyanki, who had been using the chaos imps as a distraction while they moved to ambush them. Hothfin, Fiara and Dronnic ( having retrieved his backup warhammer) took on there of the githyanki while Paget took on their leader – an assassin. Petherwick held back and lobbed-in spells to the combat that occasionally were even helpful to his friends. Fortunately the party proved equal to the githyanki challenge and they prevailed. Fiara managed to get a par of sandals that fitted from one of the githyanki and Paget retrieved a nice glowing sword from their leader. Some hours of marching later, they were met by a party of githzerai who led them to the gate to the Gate-town of  Xaos.
 
On arrival in Axos, they handed over responsibility for they modron charges, discovering that they had lost less than a hundred of them in the transit of Limbo. Several hours later after wandering round Oxas with an increasingly bewildered Petherwick, they were met by representatives of Hieronomous who paid them their residual fee and suggested that they get themselves checked out for any unwanted “extras” they may not wish to take away from their visit to Limbo.