Ashivon looks at you with one wary eye, and just as you're about to touch it's scales, it rapidly rears it's head and snaps at you, fast, nearly missing your hand - perhaps on purpose - giving you a very, very clear warning.

Ra’iik picks up the four- arm exoskeleton. It looks like once this is equipped, it’d be hard to get off. They have runic symbols on them which correspond to divine insignia and sharp tentacle like pins down the middle where the arms sprout out of.

He picks it up and feels drawn towards it. Once picked up, the runes glow with divine light, animating the arms to stand at attention. He slowly backs up to it and growls in pain as a number of tiny needles penetrate his back. He feels the warm current of divine energy flow through him, connecting the arm nodes to his spide and nervous system. He is attuning to how this will work- but this divine extension to him feels like a gift from the Gods.

"Ashivon!" Alessandra is surprised at his little snap at Grianne, wagging her finger at him as a mother would do her child. "Bad! No, you do not do that to friends!" However when Grianne turns to leave, she gives him a little wink before she heads off to try out some new items.

She does indeed look hot as **** in those new heels though!

After watching Crispy's pron videos for what seemed an eternity (wow, she had quite an extensive collection!), OU812 disconnects himself from her data server and immediately proceeds to march right up to Nim, and whisper something in his ear.  Nim immediately breaks out in a deep, guttural laugh, turns around, and runs into the deep dark depths of the warehouse.  Returning after about 10 minutes, he's barely lugging along a long wooden crate, obviously containing something extremely heavy.  Something from Crispy's private collection, perhaps?

OU812 slaps Nim on the back, gives him a hearty smile, and proceeds to easily pick up the crate and carries it over to an empty corner of the warehouse.  Ripping the top cover off the crate, he gingerly reaches inside the crate and pulls out a HUGE axe, liberally covered in dried blood, looking like this:

Unable to stop the grin from spreading across his face, he cradles the greataxe and proceeds to kneel down with it and pray for the following four hours.  Throughout this time, you can hear him cry out "LORD BANE!" and "Mother effing HOT MISHA!" multiple times.  Curious.  Curious indeed.

Whoa, plot twist.

The powers of the axe require reverence and servitude to The Lord General, Master Tyrant Bane, The God of War. And, to one of his greatest creations, Prime Paladin Misha. It's very possible Misha once wielded this axe long ago. It remains in your charge as long as you serve Him, and in turn, Her.

While searching for the rod that he Drow priestess used to try to dispatch he and the others, Evrik comes across an exquisite suit of plate armor that looks just right for a dwarf. As he examines the suit, it is clear that this was forged long ago by master dwarven smiths for a very special purpose. Evrik lifts the suit and feels how balanced it is. He removes his leathers and chain shirt and dons the plated mail. It fits like a glove and, though not as quiet as he'd hoped, it is extremely versatile allowing him free movement. He smirks a little, Enemies of the light, fear me. 

Evrik continues to look around and had mentioned diamonds and Nim provided him with 4 or 5. "Thank you," Evrik says. "I promise to do all I can to return these, for if they are needed, it will be dark times."

He looks around at the others and pardons himself, returning to the library to find a quiet place to contemplate the journey past and future. He places Myke, his hammer at his feet and then kneels before it. "My mother Truesilver. Grand me the power to seek out your foes and to consume them with your light. Give your blessing once more to this humble hammer so that I may use it in your name and for your will." Evrik falls into deep prayer and as his mind is filled with visions, love, and blessing, the hammer glows with the touch of Berronar Truesilver and is colored gold and silver and two interlocking circles etch themselves into the side faces of the hammer. As Evrik picks up the hammer and becomes one with it, he somehow senses his connection to the gods and abilities to tame the weave are enhanced.

Ra’iik walks out of the workshop in a sweat. He looks very different now- his stature is more imposing and you can’t help but notice his additional four arms sprouting from his back. “The gods may be dead but their gifts are still here.”

After giving herself a good look over in her hot new heels, Aless takes a gander over Cora's weaponry, particularly her lighter swords and daggers. There were points if an item had piqued her interest, she would inquire Nim of its properties and what it did exactly then she would pick it up and see how it felt in her hands and when she swung it before settling it back down and moving on. Maybe more armor would suit me better... She would think as she idly browsed, nothing truly grabbing her attention until her eyes landed upon a scimitar with runes engraved in its metal. The aasimar ran her fingers over the runes themselves, reading the celestial script before calling over Nim to explain what this one did.

When his explanation was given, she dismissed him and picked up the sword and did her normal testing, but this time decided to run the blade against her thigh to draw blood. Like a stream, the crimson flowed and filled the runes and not a few seconds later did the blade erupt into blue flames. "Interesting..." She murmurs, studying the fire for a moment before it extinguished itself. "I suppose I'll take this off your hands, yes?" 

As Alessandra leaves the room, she stops to take a look over at Ra'iik, giving him a nod of approval before saying "Let's do hope those arms are made for punching and not for your own pleasures."

Grianne doesn't flinch at all at Ashivon's warning. Instead she stars him dead in the eyes and doesn't blink, refusing to show fear.  I would expect little else from a red dragon. She says to both the dragonling and his mother. 

She walks away, continuing her show of courage to the little one and eventually taking her turn to rummage through the treasury.

She finds an insignia matching the 5 colored claw shaped star tattoo on her hands. She feels it pulls as it is absorbed into her own. Her tattoo grows brighter and the colors become more vibrant. Next too it was a curious wooden shield. Ironbark and covered in druidic runes. she picks it up and studies it for a while, learning its magical secrets and making it her own.

Ra'iik would normally blush and joke about Aless' comment. But he stands stoic, deep in thought, seeming focused on something else. He still makes conversation and responds to your presence... But he's not all there. He seems distant.

Inside his mind, Ra'iik's heart and focus was searing hot on his thoughts. Thoughts of ways to kill a God.

While you guys are looking around, Nim brings out some food and drink and lays two journals on the table. "Miss Perkins thought you guys might want to look these two books over. They may shed a little more light on what you're fighting, and how to get there." Nim suggests.

"Principles of Time Travel" and "Tome of Halaster"

OU812: "Meh.  Reading is for book worms.  I'm a solider.  Soldier's don't read.  We kill things."

Alessandra raises an eyebrow at the books in question as she picks up a biscuit from the food Nim had provided them. "Time travel, hm?" After taking a bite, she sets down the cookie and picks up the book. "I suppose we have some studying to do," She commented and gives a look over to OU812 after his remark. "A good soldier always takes advantage of the opportunities to learn more of their enemy... I'll read it to you if you want."

I cant read either. Grianne says while not seeing the irony of being able to read druidic runes and nothing else but being oblivious to the fact.

OU812 marches over to Alessandra and casually sits down in front of her, as if sitting down for a bedtime story, and then proceeds to smile up at her expectantly.

Ra'iik takes the Tome of Halaster. He sits up at a desk with a quill, ink and lots parchment. He holds the quill in his third hand, flips the pages with his fourth, and drinks tea and eats some food with his primary hands, as he begins reading through the tome and taking notes.

[Dunno if ya wanted a roll. Insight?? 14 )

THE TOME OF HALASTER

This particular book appears to be notes in many different languages translated into Common from many different eras. It is difficult to discern who the author is, but it is very clear that at some point Cora stole this book from her employer. Whoever wrote the details of this book has been doing a lot of research and has collected this knowledge. Wether any of it is true is yet to be seen. The book is not very thick, but has enough detail inside that it will keep you busy for a while. What you read is a bit disturbing, but the parts you can understand are summarized below.

Untold eons ago, a primal, alien force of darkness from another reality found it's way into ours.

When our universe was extremely young, this force infected, tainted, corrupted, and eventually destroyed everything it came in contact with on a cosmic scale. Anyone that would gaze upon it's true form would eventually go mad, and those who were able to look upon it without going insane would only describe it as an astronomically large organic horror, a writhing infection - something truly out of a nightmare. It embodied everything that was corrosive, evil, and all-consuming.

(On the next few pages or so, there are a few sketches of what eyewitnesses drew upon seeing this creature, and all representations of it, more or less, illustrate the same thing: an impossibly large perfectly black oily mass with countless eyes and sharp tentacles - so large it could easily engulf planetary bodies. Just looking at the illustrations make you skin crawl.)

The Primordial Gods of good and evil battled this force in space as it spread it's taint across our cosmos, and almost defeated it - it fled into the heart of a star named Umbra where it remained hidden for ages untold. It was later discovered a very sliver of this evil was cut off from it during the battle, twirled though the universe, and crashed on Toril thousands of years ago. This mote of evil, thanks to The Weave, gained sentience and burrowed deep into the world, into Undermountain, and grew - naming itself "Halaster Blackcloak".

(The next few pictures depict five major gods battling this creature, and shows a bit of it hurtling towards Toril as the Gods take no notice.)

The next few chapters explain how five Gods were able to hold back this monstrosity. This is one of the very few times in galactic history gods of different alignments were able to work together to stop a fantastic threat to reality. Each of them, since that battle, stored a fraction of their power into 5 coins, and whoever possessed one of these coins would wield the powers of a god for a short time, and use those powers to finally defeat this evil hiding in Umbra.

Selune: Goddess of the moon, stars, navigation, and prophecy. Our Lady of Silver, The Moonmaiden, and The Night White Lady. She dwells on a plane called The Gates of the Moon.
Silvanus: God of wild nature. The Forest Father. Old Father Tree. He resides in The Deep Forest on the plane only known as The House Of Nature.
Auril: The Goddess of cold, and winter. The Cold Goddess, The Frostmaiden. She lives in Pandemonium, in a place called The Winter's Hall.
Marthammor Duin, Dwarven God of Travel and Protection. He hailed from Dwarfholme, near Mount Celestia.
Bane: The Master Commander of War. The Iron General. The Lord Commander. His realm is called Acheron, on a plane far away.

The book does not detail exactly HOW the gods were able to work together to defeat "Umbra", but it is clear that you 5 are not even close to prepared to go back in time and save the world. You ponder of this revelation with worry, and realize you 5 just might be the few people who even HAVE this knowledge.

OOC: Time to go find Misha and Crispy!  They fight like gods...  ;-)

OU812: "That it.  Storytime is over, folks.  Let's get back into the action.  Has everyone collected whatever goods this wish, and can we get a move on it back to the Undermountain?"

"By the way....anyone see any healing potions or tomes around this place?  They would come in handy!"

I think all that p o r n short circuited your electrodes. You're 1000 years in the future. Misha is most likely long dead. Her God, on the other hand..

Alessandra had taken a seat across from Ra'iik and as he read over the tome she had read the book on time travel, mostly reading it idly until something of interested piqued her curiosity. She would scribble a note or two down every now and again, and halt Ra'iik from his reading to ask him a few questions or pull Evrik to help her better understand a passage. Team work makes the dream work!