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The green dome overhead ripples and flexes, visibly weakened but still present. The same woman’s voice from earlier booms from everywhere and nowhere at once.
“This… this isn’t what I wanted. I wanted a world with purpose again—with certainty. But I suppose there is no greater way to die than in the same fiery cataclysm that marked Aroden’s first step toward divinity. Join me in martyrdom, Pathfinders, and try to die with some dignity.”
It was a mighty swing, but the lady still stands.
Both pink and orange to the exact same thing, practically simultaneously. First, they channel some of their arcane energy into each quarterstaff. Then they each cast a spell, defensively.
Now, both of them split into multiple images.
Then they each use their staff in one hand to swing at:
Miss
Hit
Garn, Lantorth and Pau keep smacking air, as the number of images quickly diminish.
Unfortunately, that doesn't even hit a copy.
Radgast steps up to attack the closest simulacrum (orange), and swings his scythe.
, for damage.
Fluffy then steps up, and full attacks!
, for damage.
, for damage.
, for damage.
The pink simulcrum casts a spell defensively, then tries to deliver it with her staff upside Snowballs head. Her focus is off, as well, and while the spell completed, the attack missed.
The orange simulcrum casts a spell defensively, then tries to deliver it with her staff upside Fluffy's head. Her focus is off, though, and neither is successful.
Pau missed his target, but Radagast and Fluffy do some significant damage to Orange.
Jayori demolishes pink just as Garn smacks orange into a pile of green goo!
Snowball rips and tears at the red lady, pulling her down to the ground. This affords Garn the advantage he needs to also make a solid hit.
The blue simulacrum casts a mirror image spell and imbues her staff with additional power. She swings at Garn.
Red, prone on the floor, does the same.
Graf and Fluffy quickly finish off Red.
With everyone else redirecting their attacks to Blue...
(Hit)
(Hit)
(Copy destroyed)
(Copy destroyed)
Lantorth manages to stab an image, causing it to disappear.
All 3 of the remaining copies of the lady simultaneously cast a spell defensively, and then strike out with her staff.
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The asteroid looms impossibly large overhead, and the air grows stiflingly hot as the world itself begins to rumble. High overhead, the dome of green energy shudders, twists, and finally shatters, and Pathfinders’ bodies begin melting into flowing particles as the world slips away.
Just as quickly, you stumble as Bloodwatered Meadow coalesces beneath your feet, as it does for countless other Society agents. The wildflowers bob lazily in the wind, and nothing but a few still bodies stand as testament to the bloodshed and struggle of the past five hours. Kreighton Shaine, looking several years older, staggers to his feet and gives a nervous chuckle before climbing up a small knoll and waving his arms for the crowd’s attention.
“What we have all witnessed here today has been a remarkably journey that included sights no living soul on Golarion has witnessed. The Sky Key has allowed us to walk among the serpentfolk and Azlanti, gazing upon several of the greatest events to shape Golarion and the region that would one day become the Inner Sea. Let the catastrophe that we witnessed and narrowly escaped humble us and teach us so that we might find value in preserving the messages and wisdom those lost people may have left behind for us to discover. I think we all have some responsibility to remember those who passed so that our modern world can exist.
“You have all observed great things and have notes to share. This much is certain. But for now, let us… let us simply take a few days to reflect. The Society, I imagine, will send agents to collect your notes and interview you about your experiences. Until then, find your families and loved ones, as I know I shall. Failing that, find some passion that ties you to the here and now, and embrace it.
“We survived, Pathfinders. I am proud of your Unrivaled Accomplishment!”
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