One could only imagine what sort of chaos was unleashed upon the world now as the flames slowly begun to bring forth a new age. Nemesis had been out on the streets of his beloved home city, prowling through with little attention paid to him. He himself carry on, having no true destination to venture yet he had been satisfied with the recent events of removing his parents from their life long turmoil. It wasn’t until he started to hear the crowds of people around him gasping and screaming and his eyes were lifted to spot them glancing high into the sky. His movement came to a grinding halt as he witnessed just what had captivated their attention. Flaming objects littered the sky, descending down as they struck presumably the ocean as well as parts of the island. The city itself seen felt the fury of the bombardment the moment one of them collided with a building in the distance.

From that moment on, Egjora fell into Pandamonium.

Citizens fled in every which direction, knocking each other down and even stepping onto those that fell. They scurried like rats for any place that could be deemed a safe haven. Nemesis managed to navigate through the streams of people as he continued to watch as falling stars stuck and begun to set fire in various areas. He wasn’t quite sure what was going on, but it would have been a lie to say that he wasn’t enthralled by all. The inferno grew wildly as some attempt to put them out with water, other were using magic to try and fight back against it as well. The actions seemed to slow it down, but not vanquish it completely. Oh how he craved to find out why all of this was occurring from out of the blue. Perhaps this was what fate had intended for them all, to free them from their earthly vessels and cleanse them with fire. The once bright and blue sky was covered by thick smoke as the fireballs continued to fall overhead. The smell of sulfur thickened the air while the masses lost all sense of rationality. He tried to strife his laughter as he stood behind the side of one of the unharmed buildings. Whatever was behind this caught his attention and he couldn’t wait to see what else would come from this bizarre incident.

Xallithelid watched as the apocalypse befell the area, and he presumed, the entire world. It wasn't a displeasing thought, the world ending, but he liked his life for what it was and was almost sad when he knew it was ending. Atleast somewhat. He flinged a fireball of his own at a screaming woman, the missile exploding on contact and erupting her back into flames. The force of the blow knocked her to the ground, and Xallithelid knew she was quite dead. A child ran over to her and started to sob on it's knees. Xallithelid laughed in a watery voice, A sound more akin to a drowning man than a laugh.

He stepped over another dead innocent, bleeding from his eyes. A rotted mind and two psionic spikes did the trick. He was taking advantage of the chaos to work out his anger, He wasn't used to not having slaves. The eye tyrant Ubol was his previous master, and although Xallithelid slayed the beast, it wasn't such a bad life, killing others for pleasure and gain. Now he was broke, no company, and nothing to torture. He watched as the blazing rain fell once again, and decided this may be a good time for gain.

Had the gods themselves been angered? Had the end truly came to reap them all from this realm? Nemesis wasn't to sure which of these options or any other was the right answer, but it didn't tear him away from his enjoyment either way. He was as giddy as a little school lad as he watch the world burn all around them, the citizens did as one would think they would when danger was present. They all run to save their own hides and they truly didn't give a damn about anyone in their way. He remained out of the line of fire, observing the terrible event yet a satisfied look was across his face. That was until he noticed that death was taking hold onto some that weren’t being incinerated from the flames from the sky. Something else was here, stealing the victims from the heavens themselves. His smirk of enjoyment drifted from his face before coming out and exposing himself on the streets once more. A dead mother with her child still mourning over her corpse, a man whose eyes bleed out laid spread out on the ground.

Slowly Nemesis took his eyes off them and onto who he assumed was the perpetrator. What sort of abomination was this? Never had he ever saw a creature such as this before, but he wasn’t a stranger to such ill intentions. With both hands behind him, the man slowly approached this…creature as leisurely as possible. He was on his toes though should be he become the next candidate for its attacks. “Such a mess you are making around here. You rather get your hands dirty and slay the cattle yourself than to let them be washed away by the inferno?”, he asked slyly, watching it with the greatest of care. He hardly felt anything for those that were suffering from watching their loved ones being burnt into crisps, or of those that were ruined by this stranger. If anything, he considered them to be lucky- that they were freed from their vessels and escaped from a realm woven in lies and treachery.

“Perhaps you have something to do with this event of sorts.” Golden eyes turned venomous yet his words sounded sweet and endearing as he rocked back and forth on his heels, waiting to see what would become of this encounter.

Xallithelid stepped towards the man as he exited the shadows, having thought nothing of him but a filthy commoner until now. He stopped as the man looked at his handiwork, the dead mother and the man who had nearly crashed into the illithid. They locked stares for a long moment, and the man finally broke the silence "Such a mess you are making around here. You rather get your hands dirty and slay the cattle yourself than to let them be washed away by the inferno?” The man looked like his confidence was growing. “Perhaps you have something to do with this event of sorts.” he continued. Xallithelid thought of this one as a threat, and knew he was powerful in psionics. "What is your name?" he said to the strange man, and before the man could elaborate, he attempted to intrude into his mind, but there was a barrier there, a psionic wall he could not break, or pass. A man, not the one infront of him, ran past and Xallithelid sent his falcon out to bring the poor thing's life to a swift and timely end.


Xallithelid caught another man as he ran past, hungry after all this talk and play. he looked into the pathetic wretch's wide eyes, his face covered in soot, and his suit ruined. The illithid though this to be a noble of some sort.

The smart ones were always tastier.

His feeding tendrils went up to the man's face. he screamed as they dug into his eyes and the sides of his skull, burrowing until they hit his brain. The man's energies were being drained, and he soon became limp, only held up by the illithid's incredible strength, enhanced even more by the blessing of strength he had cast on himself previously. He discarded the twitching shell, and looked back towards the man. "I dont believe you've introduced yourself." he said with a watery chuckle.