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Unfurling her scroll of haste, she reads the spidery language of magic written on the scroll. Arastia-disp-lasr as she reads the words, they light up with a bit of fire until, after the last letter is pronounced, the scroll dissipates in a buff of smoke. The magical energy focus on Gortek, helping him to be a bit faster.
Haste: Magic empowers the target to act faster. It gains the quickened condition and can use the extra action each round only for Strike and Stride actions.
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Barad is singed by the first arc of electricity but his armor helps him shrug off the second. He then attempts to (◆) Strike at the green robot he flanks with Amarie:
vs. Flat-Footed
Critical: The target is made off-balance by your attack, becoming flat-footed until the start of your next turn.
(If applicable)
And again, another (◆) Strike:
vs. Flat-Footed
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Should an Attack of Opportunity (↺) arise:
Critical: The target is made off-balance by your attack, becoming flat-footed until the start of your next turn.
(If applicable)
"We'll keep you covered, my lady. Keep at it!"
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The group fairs well as the lightning mainly scatters across the ground. Coptidel uses his blade as a sort of conduit for the lightning, absorbing a small bit that would have injured Gortex as his blade bounces off of the robot. Coptidel rears back for a second strike and leaves a small dent into the robot's arm.
Frogger's ray streaks across the backwall and through the rift as Amarië begins to close the rift with a bit of magic. Unfortunately it gets out of her control and rips out of her grasp with a bit of mental feedback.
Bypassing the rifts strange sensation Avonatha burns her scroll as the magic within hastens Gortek.
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Robot (Red)
Robot (Green)
Coptidel │
Frogger
⠀⠀Piney
➤ Gortek │
Amarië │
Avonatha │
Barad │
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Gortek's axe rips through one of the robot's arms. The heavy alloy clangs to the ground with a dull scraping sound. The pair of robots raise their lasers and fir back at Barad and Gortek from point blank range, uncaring that the pair continue to strike back, opening the side and chest panels of the robots.
Gortek feels the searing burn run through his shoulder, but he manages to hold of the pain in a small fit of rage.
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Robot (Red)
Robot (Green)
➤ Coptidel │
➤ Frogger
⠀⠀➤ Piney
➤ Gortek │
➤ Amarië │
➤ Avonatha │
➤ Barad │
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Feeling the ebb and flow of the rift Amarië pulls it back shut for good. The room's pressure seems to pop with a dizzying feeling before quickly returning to normal.
As the time rift closes, four crates of equipment and basic supplies are displaced in time, coming to land in the chamber. The gear inside is clearly futuristic, though the time it comes from is a mystery. The crates are labelled “Property of the Starfinder Society,” and they disappear soon after, along with their strange equipment.
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Venture-Captain Armeline Jirneau gathers the Pathfinders in the remains of a shattered chamber, beneath a starry night sky. “Congratulations on making it this far! You’ve all earned a break. Let’s set up camp. We’ll pick up the focus’s trail tomorrow.”
Before the Pathfinders scatter, Urwal interjects. “Look at the stars. Take it in. You’ll never see a sky like this again. The stars tell us we’re on Akiton, fourth planet from the sun.” He points at a blue dot in the distance. “That’s Golarion. Savor the sky. It’s breathtaking.”
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After a night’s rest, Venture-Captain Jirneau gathers the Pathfinders together once more, just as Ashasar and a team of scouts stride into camp. “We’ve found the focus. It’s beyond a time rift far stronger than any we’ve yet encountered.”
“You heard him!” Armeline shouts. “We’ve got some reality to repair. Let’s move.”
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You make quick work of the remaining damaged robots, earning yourselves some well-deserved rest as Pathfinders from all around gather to bandage their wounds.
Dozens of jagged tears in reality cut through the terrain, forming a glowing purple barrier that blocks further passage. Howls, snarls, and voices displaced through time issue from the rifts, and movement is visible within. Ashasar and Venture- Captain Armeline Jirneau spread the Pathfinders out, then reach out with hands, magic, and mind. “Now! Seal the rift!”
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➤ Coptidel │
➤ Frogger
⠀⠀➤ Piney
➤ Gortek
➤ Amarië │
➤ Avonatha │
➤ Barad │
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In the morning, she prepares her usual spells and uses her wand to cast mage armor on herself.
Seeing that she is needed, she begins to attempt to channel the arcane magic of the portal to help close it.
She knows that she is strong in the magic. She knows that her friends and the Pathfinders are counting on her and her skill. She takes a deep breath, pauses and begins to chant.
rom darkness to darkness / My voice echoes in the emptiness. From this world to the next / My voice cries with life. From darkness to darkness I shout / Beneath my feet all is made firm. . Time that flows / Hold in your course. T Because by fate even the gods are cast down / Weep ye all with me.
know arcana
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Grateful for the night of restful sleep, Barad consumes the second of the Moderate Antiplagues they obtained before the mission's start.
Knowing he has not the skills to work on the rift directly, he nonetheless tries to be encouraging. "I know you can do this. Your magical strength has never faltered!"
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The Pathfinders don't seem to hear Coptidel as the dull roaring sound from the rift drowns out his voice. Avonatha's chant causes the rift to shimmer and shudder as it slowly begins to collapse in on itself.
Seeing Coptidel having a little trouble Barad joins hima nd together they are able to get some more Pathfinders helping out. Gortek's shining wayfinder on the other hand seems to offer the guidance necessary as his blessing gives those around him renewed hope and purpose.
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Sensing, more than seeing Amarie's help in closing the portal, she almost smiles, almost. Avonatha knows that even the smallest distraction in casting a spell can be deadly not only for herself but for others. It is even more difficult not to smile with Gortek's with encouragement. She calms herself. She feels the magic once again well up within her like a song and she continues trying to close the portal.
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Frogger and Amarië weave together primal and arcane forces begin rapidly closing the portal when suddenly the portal lashes back as a blast of frigid air bursts out of the small opening remaining.
Coptidel and Barad shout above the blast of air as he manages to gather a few more Pathfinders, realizing that this rift is on the verge of shutting. Avonatha strains herself mentally as the two edges of the rift begin to touch.
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Coptidel │
➤ Frogger
⠀⠀➤ Piney
➤ Gortek
➤ Amarië │
Avonatha │
Barad │
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As the time rift shatters, reality rights itself, revealing the focus—a fully dressed, towering draconic being bent over a metal and glass sarcophagus. The dragon turns, brandishing a strange tool. “Get back, you blasted dogs! Wait... You’re not the hounds.” The dragon taps her snout, thinking hard, then shakes her head. “You seem familiar. But if we’ve met, I can’t recall. The longer I’m away from home, the more jumbled my memories become. I can barely remember my name! It’s Heraxia, by the way. Who are you?” Her voice sounds familiar as if it was the voice sounding distorted in time among several rooms you went through.
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Heraxia seems overtly confused. "You are the voices I have heard. Though I don't know when..." She thinks for a moment. "This is the past? Or the future? I came from Triaxus where my bonded mate Felise was with me. We went on lots of adventures..." Her draconic features scrunch in pain as she tries to remember any of them and fails. "Other worlds, planes, and eventually other times it seems."
"Our travels through temporal byways attracted the attention of dangerous beasts, particularly strange bug-eyed hounds that hunted them. We ran and were separated. Felise was shunted back to our original time and I am stranded here." She stammers in sadness. "I can hear Felise empathically, though only for a few seconds."
"In the years since our separation we have employed numerous artifacts, magical rituals, and experimental technology to try to bring me back to my time. All have failed. That is until we came across the Eternity Arch in both of our timelines. Though the arch was originally intended for psychic transference across time, I found a damaged stasis pod transplanted here from another time. Once repaired, it should serve as the perfect vessel for me to travel through the Eternity Arch and back home."
She quickly begins to explain. "I suspect once I am returned to my time the Eternity Arch should return to dormancy, allowing this Maze of the Open Road to function normal once more." SHe flushes with embarrassment. "I could use a little aid."
Heraxia gestures at the metal and glass sarcophagus. “This is a stasis pod—a box that keeps whoever’s inside alive despite the passage of time. It’s pretty damaged, and I could use a hand repairing it.”
Heraxia points at the metal and glass sarcophagus. “We need to move this stasis pod to a location near the Eternity Arch. Somewhere close but isolated. The oval-shaped chamber at the back of the area should work. Lift on three! ”
Venture-Captain Armeline Jirneau gestures at the surrounding landscape. “This is a dangerous place, Pathfinders. Secure the perimeter. Let’s keep trouble away as long as we can.”
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Amarië shivers from the cold as the dragon comes into focus for the group. Not speaking draconic, she introduces herself in common.
"Hello fair traveler. I am Amarië Berth- na lór, and I, as well as my companions, are known as Pathfinders. We are here to do what we can to try and help, and since you seem to be quite flustered, what is it that we could do?"
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If time permits, Barad will drink a potion to quickly recover from the cold, and suggest Amarie and the others do the same if the group is being forced to quickly move from the rift to helping Heraxia, who he will also greet in draconic before moving to help.
Mission 1:
Barad is confused at the alien terminology, but one he's clued in that the device will help sustain living beings, he at least has an idea on how to affect repairs:
Mission 2:
When the time comes for heavy lifting, however, Barad is front-and-center to bear whatever burdens he can shoulder for the others:
Mission 3:
Following the Venture-Captain's orders, Barad also works to set up a defensive perimeter, moving heavy objects to choke-points and so forth:
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If able, Amarië would take Barad's advice and down a lesser healing potion to help her warm back up before moving to help.
Mission 1:
Looking at the sarcophagus, Amarië looks for auras of the magic that must be there helping keep it together for as long as it has been.
Mission 2:
Not having the strength to push the sarcophagus into place, Amarië will help to guide it around any bumps in the ground that could cause more damages, quickly navigating it when she sees them.
Mission 3:
Amarië will then quietly walk the perimeter of the room, watching for dangers that she can point out to those more capable of setting up ways to stop them.
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Coptidel will let's his hireling do what he can.
mission 1
Misssion 2 Coptidel is a very strong elf, he put down his steel shield, Composite longbow, his longsword and his backpack. He activates his lifting belt. (Also has hefty hauler)
Mission three Coptidel use the experience of his youth in his tribe to servey for danger.
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While the group works on doing slight repairs, you are overall a bit confused by the futuristic and alien design that this is going to take some time. Meanwhile as you give it a few moments Amarië helps guide the transport around narrow points as you pivot it closer to the Arch while Coptidel, Avonatha and Barad maintain wary eyes for these hounds Heraxia spoke of.
Coptidel │
Frogger
⠀⠀Piney
Gortek
Amarië │
Avonatha │
Barad │
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The Eternity Arch pulses with energy as Heraxia and the Pathfinders congregate near it. Venture-Captain Armeline Jirneau calls for silence. “You’ve done well, Pathfinders, but our mission isn’t over yet. We have to send Heraxia home if we want to go home.”
“That’s right,” Heraxia cuts in. “I have a few more tweaks to make to the stasis pod. Then I need to attune to the Eternity Arch—it should only take a few minutes. Then I can climb in the stasis pod and ride the Eternity Arch home.”
“This is where it gets tricky,” Armeline continues. “Once Heraxia is sealed within the stasis pod, we’ll have moments to get back into the Maze of the Open Road. As soon as she leaves this time, the Eternity Arch’s connection to her will be severed and the Maze will realign—that means this path to the Maze will no longer exist. Anyone who doesn’t make it through will be stranded here, on this distant planet. It should go without saying that the chances of rescue are slim. I want all of our support staff to retreat to the Maze immediately. Bring what supplies you can. In the meantime—”
Armeline’s words are cut short by an eerie howl that issues from the Eternity Arch. Heraxia races back to her stasis pod. “The hounds are coming! We’re out of time!”
Armeline’s face hardens as she draws an alchemical bomb. “Steel yourselves, Pathfinders! We must protect Heraxia!”
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“Incoming!” Urwal shouts as purple glowing cracks in reality spread like spider webs across the chamber. Reality shifts and flickers wildly, leaving behind blurred afterimages of people from other times and places. The unstable reflections screech in confusion and surge forward, arms raised to attack.
Meanwhile, one of the cracks widens, tearing open a massive time rift in the floor. Pathfinders leap out of the way, grasping at stone to avoid tumbling through time. “Help them!” Janira shouts. “Hurry!”
A host of constantly shifting entities makes its way towards the Eternity Arch from throughout the chamber. These incomprehensible creatures are the temporal echoes from the past and future that converge to stop Heraxia’s tinkering with time.
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➤ Coptidel │
➤ Amarië │
➤ Barad │
Echo One (Red)
Echo Two (Yellow)
Echo Three (Green)
Gortek
Frogger
⠀⠀Piney
Avonatha │
Amarië Berth- na lór
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