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Garn lays his hand on Snowball, as if seeking some stablity in the midst of the chaos and madness. He clearly looks overwhelmed by the the magical and temporal happenings. Man is not meant to be traipsing through time like this. I need solid dirt beneath my feet.
"Yes, let's go," Garn replies gruffly. Let's get ourselves home!
"Very well. Whether or not you can understand the magic they are using here, we must do whatever we can to stop their progress. I shall accompany you and provide my assistance as needed, Pathfinders. This is a very serious mission, so let's get to it!"
You see a number of people glowing with an unearthly green radiance, similar to the dome overhead and the strange lightning that deposits monsters from the past.
The first you come across is a human female wearing Taldan fashions. She is nervously looking to the sky, eyes in near panic.
And you have hit upon the issue here. She seems to think she is one of the locals! But based on your observations, it seems unlikely, and Shaine confirms she is a Harbringer based on the glow.
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Jayori is not entirely sure what to do, but its clear to him that even the Harbingers might be a little out of their depth here.
"Miss." He says, trying to get her attention. "Miss!"
He holds up his hands again, empty, so as not to spook her, then points at the green glow that surrounds her.
"This was not what you wanted. This was not what they told you would happen. They have erred." He points around. "You have trapped yourselves here, as well as us."
"We will all die here if it can not be stopped, and your god will still be gone."
"Your ritual, you have to try to dismiss it."
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Seeing the woman staring around her wide-eyed in near panic, Garn recalls similar behavior by one of his tribe initiates who first encountered a demon, and he recalls how the medicine woman shocked him back into himself. Garn decides to do the same. Calling upon the magic from very air itself, Garn summons a downpour of water over her head. At the same time, he shouts suddenly at her, "SNAP OUT OF IT!"
Initimidation works. She shudders at the thought of being beaten for something she only hopes to believe in, and her imaginary world shatters. As she covers her face with her hands, the green glow fades away.
Nearby, you see two others with the green glow. One is a man playing with a deck of cards. The other is a snooty looking woman who looks around as if she owns the place.
The man turns, and smiles at Pau. "Of course! Come, come, let's see what the cards tell you of you future."
He draws a card and frowns. "I am sorry to tell you, but sadly your future holds pain, darkness and death."
If anyone else asks, you get basically the same prediction, which considering the meteor streaming to the planet, makes sense.
You are able to discover that the man also enjoys playing Towers, a gambling game that can be played with the Harrow deck. Perhaps if you can impress him with your skill at the game, he might be willing to cooperate.
The man loses two games in a row to Radagast and Lantorth, and while disappointed, he clearly is looking at you with newfound respect.
"I think I had better go practice some more." He wanders off, as the green glow dissipates with each step.
Suddenly, behind you, a loud, angry voice says "Why are you not bowing and scraping before me? Respect your gods! Even one such as I has limits to what he will accept of insolence!"
You see the speaker, and he looks like he might indeed be of celestial ancestry, although other than that - and the tell-tale green glow - nothing really indicates he is a god.
"I am the avatar of Aroden! This body was born a descendant of the divine, and the Disciples of the Slumbering God performed rituals that allowed Aroden's divine presence to find a home here."
Suddenly, an arc of green lightning gathers above and crashes to the surface, leaving something bizarre in its wake. It is gray and blobular, like a giant loogie. It shimmers and moves towards you, forming a fist like appendage from it's mass.
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"That is a grey ooze. You might want to be careful what you hit it with as it is highly caustic and will probably damage anything that touches it. Also it is immune to cold and fire attacks." Lantorth says after he gets a good look at the slime. "As for this other guy, I'm not to sure what his deal is yet."
Jayori manages to shake the acidic goo off his weapon without damage.
Fluffy, Pau and Snowball all taste or feel the burn of corrosive acid damage.
Garn's scythe also takes acid damage.
The grey ooze pops and soaks into the ground from the beating you gave it.
You turn on the man, and he says "You have done well! Certainly, you make worthy followers..."
Lantorth steps up, though, and starts pointing out inconsistencies in the man's claims when compared to religious texts. After a few minutes, the man's green glow fades, and he seems too dejected to speak further.
"Finally, we have succeeded! Absalom as it was meant to be!"
A woman behind you, glowing green, seems overly ecstatic. Her smile is genuine, although clearly her mind is warped.
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Jayori turns towards the latest cultist, caught up in their own miasma, and sighs.
"This is not Absalom, miss. Not yet anyway. These streets and columns belong to a city long gone. These unwashed masses have been buried for millenia. Your god is still gone despite your foolishness."
He points upwards, towards the hurtling ball of fire. "But there is that. And it will destroy us all, yourself included, if you do not snap out of your haze and dismiss the magic of your ill-conceived ritual."
As you are speaking with the lady, another flash of green lightning opens ups another time storm bubble, leaving a caveperson hunter in its wake. The creature sniffs the air and moves at you threatening.
Sensing that this is a sign, the woman moves to attack as well, but Jayori is able to move her aside, talking her out of the fight... and out of her green glow.
Pau steps up and punches the neanderthal in the face.
Before the creature can even attack, you all pounce and cut him to pieces. The threat is over quickly.
You take a breath and look around.
Then you see a strange site. A man seems to be looting the local shops, piling his ill-gotten gains in a big pile. He is glowing with the tell-tale green, and near him are two small balls of lightning that seem to move of their own accord.