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urinating on my notes he spends much of his time stuffed in a blue glass
bottle." He sighs, "Yet somehow he manages to escape, and I have little
energy left to catch him and put him back in."
"A most odd-looking journal, that," Oudilin fiddles with the strings of his
lyre, tuning them to his liking, "A thing of Chaos to be sure. Perhaps craft
from the formless matter of Limbo, and scribed with the blood of madmen.
How that fell into your hands must be a truly fascinating tale."
Epetrius nods, his voice crisp, "Indeed. That in itself is an interesting tale. It
was near a quarter-turning ago- and by that I mean of the central wheel of
Mechanus, without a doubt the most precise timekeeping device in the
planes. Remarkable device really, with no detectable margin of error. My
office, in fact, rests on a quarternary cog and has a stunning view of the
turning-"
"Ach, yer worse than th' deva," a voice snaps somewhere near the front
row.
Epetrius crosses his arms, "Madam, if you would prefer I could have
Xoraskavitt relate his version of the events again. No? Very well. As I was
saying, and this is relevant mind you, Mechanus is a plane of precision and
order, and since I had an excellent view of the workings of the central cogs I
noticed one day, to my shock, that my clock was off by two thousandths of a
measure."
"Now I was aghast of course, and examined the timepiece itself. The thing
was modron-craft and by such accounts the warranty shouldn't have expired
for another three hundred and eighteen years, two months, and five days,
give or take. Initially there seemed to be nothing wrong, and I had just
begun to take apart the entire thing to examine the finer mechanisms when
a commotion outside confirmed that just the opposite had occured,
something quite impossible.
"You see, it was not my clock that had been malfunctioning (and I do wish I
had discovered this earlier, for it was quite an expensive clock) but rather
Mechanus itself that was off. Well the Modrons scuttled about not quite
understanding what to do as such an event had never occured before, had
never been anticipated, and as such no protocols had been written to
handle this case.
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