Alessandra looks at the carnage with despair about her features. "How could... How long were we down there for? Who could have done this?" She questions as her eyes look for any survivors, only to frown at there's nothing and no one left but ash. Her hand hovers over her pouch after feeling it shake, it dawning on her that her egg much be hatching, now, of all times. "Hold on a little longer..." She whispers to herself as she follows behind OU812. "Perhaps Azrael's temple still stands? It was in the basement after all..." That would suffice for a hatching place for now, wouldn't it?

Perception: 16
Investigation: 10

Grianne sees the devastation and collapses to her knees. She begins to weep at the site, her mission failed. I'm too late she sobs Its all gone. I failed you mother. She repeated those words and soon they become in audible as she cries in mourning.

TROLLSKULL MANOR

Trollskull manor is nothing but flattened debris. As you pick apart at the wreckage, the destruction is so vast barely anything is recognizable any longer. As you pick through trying to find something, anything, around where you used to live, you notice that you the basement hatch is still closed.

It takes you hours to remove the debris to open it. As you do so, the entire area is still, like a natural disaster has destroyed the entire land. Finally, the basement door opens. Inside, there is no one. Alessandra, you can feel the red dragon egg writhing in your pouch. Soon. As you wade though even more debris, you're tired, dirty, and weary. The air feels choking, and dizziness starts to set in. As if by a miracle, something lays crushed  under some debris. 

It's Nim.

The aasimar reaches out to place a gentle hand on Grianne's shoulder as a way to comfort the elf in her grieving, keeping her eyes out as the males did most of the heavy lifting. Her lips thin feeling the dragon egg growing irritated, removing her hand to head over to a isolated pile of debris. She takes a moment to reach into her bag and pull the egg out, gingerly nestling it into the smoldering destruction and waits for the inevitable, but listens to the others talk to Nim... If he still functioned.

Grianne is shocked hard by a vision. A vision so deep it rocks the very foundation of your core, your soul. You are blasted unconscious.

16 IS THE NUMBER OF THE STRANGER,
THE NEWCOMER;
16 ARE HIS REVELATIONS
16 IS THE NUMBER OF HIS HERALDS,
WHO DEVASTATE THE LAND.

8 PLUS 8 IS THE NUMBER OF TWO CREATORS
FIGHTING FOR DOMINION
8 PLUS 8, TWO INFINITIES,
CONSUMING ETERNITY IN THEIR CONFLICT.

INSTINCT VERSUS INTELLECT,
FLESH VERSUS SPIRIT,
CHAOS VERSUS ORDER.

FOUR TIMES FOUR IS THE NUMBER
THAT COMPLETES THE SOLAR CROSS
WHEN ALL THINGS RETURN TO THEIR 
POINT OF ORIGIN AND THE CIRCLE CLOSES FOREVER
TIME TERMINATES ITSELF.

A massive planetoid crashed into the planet. Most life on the planet was immediately extinguished. What could of caused this. Who could have caused this? 

Halaster.

You know that you once died. You were brought back and found yourself on another level of Undermountain. But..how long were you away? It dawns on you and causes a bit of anxiety to know that it's possible it was much, much, longer than you thought. But..how long? How long were you all away?

Grianne collapses, eyes wide but unconscious. The shock of her visions is too much. 

*Brain Aneurysm from mind *****

"How... How did this happen? We were... How long were we Underground? I couldn't protect... any of them..."

After the cleanup effort in the manor, Ra'iik walks to a high mound of rubble to get a good view of the area.

It seems like the entire land has been destroyed, not just the city.
Lord Helm. I need strength now more than ever. Why- Why can't I protect these people? Why do I find myself in situations where I am just not strong enough- not fast enough- not in the right place?

As your devout follower I request your knowledge,
I seek your guidance,
... And I demand your strength.
Religious Intensity: 17

Ra'iik stands to his full height, fighting back tears for those who he loved- those who he could not protect. He throws his head back and unleashes a furious, Orcish roar which radiates a lonley echo throughout the badlands of what was once Waterdeep.

An oath of vengeance was made that day. In that moment. Avenge those who have fallen- at any cost.

In Nim's hand is what appears to be a journal of some sort. 

Unfortunately, what's left of Nim partially buried under the rubble is no longer functioning. He is dead.

As they returned to the surface, Evrik is overcome with sadness and anger. His heart ached for home as he witnessed the destruction now in front of him. Nothing before him. Everything lost. He assumed his home and everything he knew would be gone as well. The anger grew. "I'll end him!" he shouts in no particular direction. He lets the anger grow a little.

His mind flashes back to the battle. The fallen. The darkness. The hooded priest. Father. The Drow who captured him. The torture and torment. He nurtures the growing anger, Use it, but control it. The demon lord. The caves. Then the under mountain and death. His mind spins as the times and places flood together and he falls to his knees. "Revered Mother!" And as he shouts, he focuses back on the scene in front of him. He is saddened by the scorched earth, but his time in prayer below with his goddess fills his mind as he stands and approaches the rest of the travelers. "We have to get back to the undermountain. I believe this is only one possible place and time. This may not be the end, but only one end.  We must find Halaster."

As Ra'iik returns to the manor, he spots Nim's journal. "What's that?" He asks

It appears to be a chronological journal of events.

Grianne remains unconscious in a slump, eyes glazed over.

(someone help my girl please)

Between Grianne going unconscious, Evrik ready to go back and find Halaster, and her egg hatching, Raii'k finding the journal was about the only glimmer of hope Alessandra could see in this situation. She gives her egg a worried glance before quickly heading over to pick up the journal (hoping someone else would help the druid), flipping through it to the latest entry and skimming it over first as she heads back to her make shift nest. Once she finds a good starting point, she begins to read to the others what she could make out, her eyes going from the journal to her egg just in case.

Noticing Grianne on the ground, Ra'iik rushes over to her and caresses her gently, giving her a lil shake and a tap on the cheek.

The following is from the journal of Nim.

The first part of the diary is noting unusual behavior of someone you used to know, but you're not sure who he's talking about. 

Day -36: You dabbled in black magic, sorcery, all the vices a brain can imagine and dove into the darkness you wanted to see summoned. You found nothing. Not even your acolytes could help you.
Day -7: Our end is nigh. Your prophecies were all true but you left us here as carrion for the gods. You still echo throughout the Weave, your followers are in arms, desperate, awaiting your return. Everything is changing. Destruction is the motor, as you always claimed.

The next pages of the journal talk about the discovery of a massive star suddenly appearing in the sky. Each day it gets brighter and brighter, quickly. The world panics.

Day -2: The night sky is now bright as the day, the star has come to seal our fate. I see you drink the blood of ravens and eat the bowels of birds in anticipation of this final judgement.

The next pages describe the destruction of the collision from the star. Nim, being artificial, was able to survive the impact and the world shook unlike ever before. 

Day 3: I know that you have fled from us, so I write these final words in full knowledge that they won't survive the time, the fire, and the killing that will have to pass until your return.

The next dozen or so pages are nearly illegible..

Day 45: Know this. Know that my hatred for you will survive. Know that I will copulate with the armies of survivors. Know I will take the semen of every mother alive and hatch children of fate. And these children that will spring forth and will grow and come to bear more children and my anger will grow. And every newborn will be nourished with the milk of my hatred. And this family will become an army that will survive the time.
Day 89: They will hunt you, turning over every rock on this planet in search for you. There will be no place left to hide from my revenge.
Day 245: I spit on your infested bones.

The entries continue for years. The star, after it's collision, released a type of genetically altering spore that either killed, or transformed life on the planet into something of a nightmare. He talks about a specific person who has been conscripted by "The Fifth Layer" who may have been working on a way to magically time travel, but his entries have become so laced with hatred, revenge, and insanity that it's nearly incomprehensible.

His last entries describe his destruction. Toward the end of the book, it is written in a language you do not understand.

Something horrible, truly horrible, has happened to this world.

When you add up the math of the entries, over 1000 years have past.

OU812 has been looking over Alessandra's gorgeously curvaceous shoulder this entire time, reading through Nim's journal.

Upon reaching the incomprehensible page, his head literally starts to spin, and nothing but "Inconceivable...does not compute...." sputters out his voice control module for a good two minutes.

After his control circuits finally reset, he shuts down and runs a full systems diagnostic.

Rebooting, he finally springs back to life as if nothing happened over the previous five minutes.

"I do not understand.  How can this be?  Is this the work of Halaster?"

Turning towards the group, he reverts to solider mode and pleads for direction.

At Ra'iik's touch, Grianne closes her eyes and curls into a ball. She begins to cry again. In a quiet and shaky voice, Ra'iik would hear her say  I failed. All is lost. 

Ra'iik holds the druid close to his chest and says softly "We did indeed fail. But all is not lost. We will avenge the people and the earth. We will be the hope of the new world." He says, casting heroism on her as he speaks.

GOTTA GET BACK IN TIME

Alessandra's egg is nearly about to burst. It wiggles violently and begins to crack, oozing a lava-like steaming hot organic material. Something distracts you.

With a loud popping PHHHH an magical arcane teleportation flash erupts nearby, the flash of light startling you out of your attempt to comprehend what is happening.

A slim athletic woman with dark hair, and very blue eyes appears. She appears rugged, in her 40s, and is wearing leather armor and a long leather trench coat with some nasty looking blades attached to her thigh in a holster. She easily climbs the debris and approaches you all, unafraid, as if she knows you. She holds out her hand and a very small image of each of your profiles appears magically in her hand. She looks over you all as if taking a census and the image in her hand winks out. She approaches you all.

"Amazing. Right on time. Astrid, you *****." she says to herself, then looks up as she gets closer. "Alright. You five..i'm glad you're all here. You look great for your age, considering you all died and all this time has past.' she says, snarkily. "But, I don't have much time, Hell will know what i'm doing and soon be upon me."

She pauses a moment after speaking, and tilts her head for a moment of fond recollection.

"Hello, Evrik." she says. "I couldn't believe my sources when I heard you made it out of the Underdark - never really understood you religious types, but..it's good to see you. Amazing, the powers of The Weave. I was yanked out, thankfully, with Chubby. What happened to the others we were with down there all those centuries ago?"

She turns to OU812. "You're still alive, you dumb rust bucket?? I have something for you, don't let me to forget to give it to you."

Grianne begins to regain her senses, Ra'iik words and actions gently coaxing her from her malaise of despair. She hardly notices the woman as she appears and adresses the group.