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Tharas se aprestó para ayudar a sus compañeros, en concreto a Kiko, a hablar con los prisioneros. 

-Venga, ayudadnos y nosotros os ayudaremos algo.

**OVERSEER ANNOUNCEMENT**

Our new allies on the patchwork plane have granted the repair teams access to the rift, and it is repaired. These allies can help in the coming battles. The Patchwork Allies are secured!

**OVERSEER ANNOUNCEMENT**

Our new allies on the patchwork plane have granted the repair teams access to the rift, and it is repaired. These allies can help in the coming battles. The Patchwork Allies are secured!

Convenceís, gracias principalmente a Kiko y los prisioneros os relatan como les acercaban al zafiro y enfermaban.

Azrael cree que el zafiro absorve la vida de los prisioneros y esta relacionado con alguna entidad de otro plano.

Finalmente Peter, la destruye.

Tras liberar a los prisioneros, recibes un mensaje mágico para que volváis a Absalom.

En la Gran Logia, Aram Zey comienza a evaluar el estado y la estabilidad del tapiz.

Allí, a la espera de que os entrevisteis con Aram, os encontráis con otros pathfinders que os cuentan historias sobre lugares del Tapiz donde las aguas estan desapareciendo en algunos lugares de manera alarmante, y como han ganado el favor de diversos grupos de habitantes del Tapiz, a los que el Consorcio del Aspid había predispuesto en contra de la Sociedad Pathfinder.

finalmente os hacen pasar a una sala, donde Aram Zey os recibe con aspecto preocupado.

- Bienvenidos. Parece ser que visteis bastantes cosas dentro del Tapiz.

Por favor, contadme la situación.

**OVERSEER ANNOUNCEMENT**

Aram Zey stands once more before the tapestry, a renewed light in his sunken eyes. “The Hao Jin Tapestry is stable at last. While you were performing your duties, I have reached a better understanding of the chaos you faced. The tapestry is still in dire condition. Lacking Hao Jin’s own magic, the tapestry has been using small pieces of departing souls to maintain itself over the centuries. This mechanism is depleting the tapestry’s water sources and spawning undead horrors. However, thanks to you, we have time to search for a more permanent fix. For now, get some rest, and—”

The former Master of Spells staggers back as a three-foot tear down the center of the fabric gouts sudden flame. Pathfinder agents flock around him, scrambling to assess the damage. A vein pops out on his forehead, and he yells sharply, “Pathfinders! What have you done?” He cuts himself short, taking a deep breath and muttering to himself, “Keep it together. Don’t take it out on the agents.” Frowning, he returns his gaze to the tapestry, his eyes darting wildly across its surface. When he speaks again, his voice is low and determined, “This new rift is no accident. Something is attacking the tapestry from the Astral Plane. Damage of this magnitude must have spawned hundreds more undead. Quickly, re-enter the demiplane and fend off the invaders!”

**OVERSEER ANNOUNCEMENT**

Aram Zey stands once more before the tapestry, a renewed light in his sunken eyes. “The Hao Jin Tapestry is stable at last. While you were performing your duties, I have reached a better understanding of the chaos you faced. The tapestry is still in dire condition. Lacking Hao Jin’s own magic, the tapestry has been using small pieces of departing souls to maintain itself over the centuries. This mechanism is depleting the tapestry’s water sources and spawning undead horrors. However, thanks to you, we have time to search for a more permanent fix. For now, get some rest, and—”

The former Master of Spells staggers back as a three-foot tear down the center of the fabric gouts sudden flame. Pathfinder agents flock around him, scrambling to assess the damage. A vein pops out on his forehead, and he yells sharply, “Pathfinders! What have you done?” He cuts himself short, taking a deep breath and muttering to himself, “Keep it together. Don’t take it out on the agents.” Frowning, he returns his gaze to the tapestry, his eyes darting wildly across its surface. When he speaks again, his voice is low and determined, “This new rift is no accident. Something is attacking the tapestry from the Astral Plane. Damage of this magnitude must have spawned hundreds more undead. Quickly, re-enter the demiplane and fend off the invaders!”

Casi que peefiero pelearme con cosas que no estén muertas, me dan un poco de repelús.

Stryga asintió a lo dicho por su compañero. Ella era la única clériga del grupo. Mejor dejarles a los no muertos a otro grupo.

-Estoy de acuerdo. Prefiero encargarme de los invasores del plano astral.

Anzak se encogió de hombros y asintió.

-Me parece bien -dijo escuetamente.

Al teletransportaros, un enorme agujero arruina el cielo del semiplano. Más allá de la grieta, docenas de extraños navíos flotan en el Plano Astral, repletos de invasores. Cada superficie del reino del tapiz se estira y desgarra mientras intenta repararse a sí misma, creando más fisuras en una lenta (pero devastadora) reacción en cadena. Los buques despliegan invasores para causar estragos a medida que el semiplano se desintegra.

El teletransporte os lleva a una zona desértica. A medida que se acerca una horda de humanoides imponentes, la voz de Aram Zey retumba. "Pathfinders, estos gigantes pueden ser muy bobos, pero nuestros aliados no pueden burlarlos sin vuestra ayuda. Salid ahí y dadles una lección”.

Stryga se estemeció ante la apocalíptica imagen. El plano entero temblaba y la sacerdotisa supo que no era momento de dudas. Sacó la varita y comenzó con su ritual de potenciaciones.