But no matter the goal, they are a boon for friends and an annoying bane for their enemies. Sometimes they are friends who, depending on the goal, may become enemies. Some wish to understand the arcane weave that is within them, others want to hoard gold and treasures, others want to protect the people of all planes in whatever way they can. The arcane magics so deftly weaved into themselves, it is more of a muscle than an art to advance as they do, and they do enjoy advancing.Īs rare as they are, teleporters sharing a common goal is even rarer. Space is at the fingertips of the teleporter and they move through it as if it didn’t truly have laws. The other arcane and divine casters of the planes may dabble in planar movement, teleportation, and blinking, but none of them are entwined and untwined so perfectly with them. Their abilities are limited, however, and since over-extending their powers is physically damaging to their health, rarely is a teleporter able to accomplish their goals before their ability consumes them. They create chaos on the battlefield, moving across the land in a flash using hit and run tactics, keeping allies from being damaged with their access to powerful magics, affording them great versatility in positioning and planning that most others are unable to accomplish. The magic of the planes is everywhere and they get to decide where it takes everyone around them. Embracing the moments afforded them by this gift (or curse), they find themselves at home wherever and whenever is necessary. Walking through the planes, whether as a source of mischief or order, good or evil, they always keep moving. While other magic users dabble in movement through and across the planes, few do it as often (or as well) as the teleporter. The planes have long overlapped, touching each other in particularly thin points… while wars for good and evil, law and chaos waged through them all. Sneaks, casters, and brawlers… no matter the way a teleporter uses their abilities, they control the field of battle using their speedy movement and target control in a mix of magic and melee only they can accomplish. The gnome lays atop the cube rolling in laughter as the cube slams into the ground. The slaad finds itself obscured by darkness, thanks to the 20-foot cube of stone that's appeared overhead and beginning to fall. She instantly vanishes and the mad laugh of a gnome rings through the air. The slaad stands over the small gnome and chuckles as it reaches for the little woman. He shouts and the entire battlefield begins to shift slightly, the breath of the dragons fizzling out before their targets can be overrun, and the half-elf breathes heavy as blood trickles down his nose. That’s when he notices a group of half-dragons approaching and readying powerful breath attacks. He rains fireballs on his foes, teleports groups of allies behind the enemy for a pincer attack, and even teleports a few enemies into the trees on the field. The bugbear slumps unconscious in his broken chair.Ī half-elven spellcaster teleports friends and foes across the field of battle as he desires, controlling the tides of combat to halt the kobold forces. The dwarf jumps back as his shifting form settles, then flicks his nose with his thumb and spits on the floor as he turns to leave. Suddenly the dwarf is standing in front of him and delivering two furious blows into the large goblinoid’s solar plexus, the force of the strikes blowing holes in the back of the bugbear’s makeshift throne. His cackle is interrupted by a thunderclap and the sight of his goblins being blown back in every direction. The bugbear laughs as his goblin forces surround the poor dwarf across the room. She brings her hand up to her mouth to give an exaggerated yawn before she smiles wickedly and disappears again.Ī dwarven man in traveling clothes takes a battle stance, his clawed gauntlets shining in the light. Once more she vanishes into fog, before a heavy blow lands on the first orc's temple from seemingly nowhere and the halfing reappears a good distance away. She vanishes and reappears on the outskirts of the battle by the goblin archer, who also drops dead. His friend lets out a cry and falls over, stabbed in the back by the very same halfling. An orc swings his axe down at a female halfling… who suddenly disappears.
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