A modron inhabits the Plane of Machinery, serving as a perfectly ordered clockwork cog in its eternally rotating gears.
Under the guidance of Singularity, the modron leader with powerful divine power, the modrons maintain the order of the multiverse in an otherworldly way.
Their behavior patterns are beyond mortal understanding, operating in an almost mysterious way, and their minds are structured in a unique class pyramid.
Each level carries different responsibilities and powers, and all individual modrons must strictly adhere to this structure.
This class pyramid is not only a symbol of power, but also a manifestation of their common beliefs.
In this system, each modron is assigned a specific role and responsibility.
They accept orders from their superiors, which are absolute and unquestionable.
At the same time, these orders will be carried out without complaint and communicated to subordinates to ensure the smooth operation of the entire system.
In short, the modron's way of thinking and behavior are completely obedient.
They have no personal desires, emotions or moral concepts, only absolute loyalty to completing tasks and maintaining order, and exist in this way to achieve the highest efficiency and harmony.
Even actions and decisions are based on consideration of the interests of the entire collective, rather than personal gains and losses.
Besides fulfilling their duties, modrons have no sense of transcending themselves.
It seems like a closely connected collective, each person's identity and existence are closely related to the entire collective, looking at themselves in a collective way, there is never the concept of "I", only "we".
They share a common goal, which is to maintain the stability and order of the multiverse. In this collective, every modron's voice is heard and every opinion is respected, but the final decision is Based on the interests of the entire collective.
And their existence and behavior are ultimately to serve this common goal and maintain the balance of the multiverse in an otherworldly way.
Brian made in-depth speculations as to why these modrons appeared here.
He felt that these modrons did not gather here by chance, but more like they were on an extremely long journey, called the March of Modrons.
This is a great march across countless time and space, full of unknowns and dangers.
Because in a certain secret rhythm of the Mechanical Realm, every time the complex internal gear system completes its seventeenth rotation, that is, every 289 years, the singularity, the leader of the Mechanical Realm, will drive a large number of The modrons set out from the Mechanical Realm and head towards the outer planes.
On the surface, these modrons are given the task of reconnaissance and patrolling, but what is the real purpose? I am afraid that except for the singularity, even the gods do not know, and they all call it the unsolved problem of the multiverse. mystery.
This great march is extremely long, spanning countless planes and worlds, and is also full of unknown dangers and challenges.
During the long journey, the modrons not only have to face external enemies, but also deal with the erosion of time.
Every challenge may prevent them from moving forward, or even disappear forever in this boundless universe.
And until the end, only a small part of the modrons were able to successfully return to the mechanical realm.
Brian retracted his thoughts, looked at the Modron Expeditionary Army marching not far away, and cautiously came to it.
From the dozens of metal-like arms and legs on its broken body and the wings on its back, it can be seen that this modron must have a very high status, and it is possible that it may even be the leader of a certain modron army.
“We are marching!” The severely injured modron kept repeating with the mechanical sound of clicking: “We are marching!” Seeing this, Brian slightly Frowning, he didn't know if he could communicate with him, so he tentatively asked, "You have been injured and even lost your ability to move, but I can help you and repair your body, and in return, I need to ask you Do you think it’s okay to ask a few questions?”
“We are on a long march, no problem!”
Facing Brian’s inquiry, the modron used Buzz. The squeaking mechanical sound said:
"We were part of the Great Crusade, but we got separated, and then we got lost, and then we got captured, and then we started freaking out, and then you found us, and we didn't know anything about the Underdark, but , we can confirm that someone pretended to be us, and then returned to the mechanical realm with the engine."
"There are still people pretending to be you?" Brian looked surprised, and then he saw the modron. The energy core was flickering on and off. It was obvious that there was something wrong with the internal system, and it might even be completely damaged.
Brian's thoughts moved slightly, and rays of lavender light appeared in the palm of his hand.
These lights flash like meteors, carrying mysterious power, surrounding the modron.
Under the nourishment of magic, the slight damage on the surface of the modron's body was repaired as good as before at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The originally dilapidated body has now regained its original luster and is rejuvenated.
As a great arcanist who specializes in the field of creation, repairing a modron is not something that can be done easily.
Seeing the modron that had regained its mobility hovering and flying back and forth in mid-air, Brian continued to ask, "Who impersonated you and brought the engine to the mechanical realm."
"We don't know much about it. We only know that it looks like a ball of flesh, with many tentacles and a big eye in the middle." The modron buzzed and said to Brian.
"It seems to be the beholder tyrant Karazkar." Brian thought for a moment, then asked, "What are your plans now, or what can I do to help you."
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As a time traveler, from the moment he came to the world of Toril, he had already planned to build his own construct golem factory in the Machinery Realm, a world dominated by constructs.
For this reason, Brian even established a relationship with the Myconid God in advance.
If he can take this opportunity to form friendship with these modrons, then his future plans can proceed smoothly.
"We need to return to the Mechanical Realm immediately, kill the impostor, and take back the engine." Modron replied, "But we are lost, and we don't know how to get back."
Brian is not sure What exactly is this so-called engine? But it must be a very important thing since Modron cares about it so much.
He said, "I can send you back to the Machinery Realm. As a deal, when I come to the Machinery Realm, I need you to promise me something. As for what it is, I haven't decided yet. I will wait until we meet again. I’ll tell you later, what do you think?”
Brian doesn’t know how high this guy’s status is, so he can only say this, and he doesn’t know if he can be fooled.
If the other party agrees, it will be a sure thing.
After all, the modron in the mechanical realm is similar to a program in a computer. As long as you give an instruction to the program, unless the powerful magical point as the main brain falls, otherwise this instruction will be stored in it forever. disappear.
“We need to return to the Mechanical Realm immediately, kill the impostors, and take back the engine.” The modron replied in a buzzing voice, “We can agree to your request, please send us back to the Mechanical Realm.”< br>
Brian did not hesitate and immediately cast an interdimensional teleportation spell to make the modron in front of him disappear from his sight.
After getting it done, he no longer wasted time and left the beholder's lair to continue looking for other ritual materials. (End of this chapter)