Our party begins the night with the giant crypt door exploding into Asterions face, sending him tumbling to the ground. Gideon moved quickly to the side to avoid it, only for them to be met with a two headed creature standing upwards of seven feet high. They immediately engaged in combat, slowly dealing the damage they needed before Sam and Gideon rammed a bench into him at full speed. The force of the bench sent him tumbling back where he moved into a magical field surrounding an obelisk that held a strange looking rock. The creature fell forward, its back side melted. Thea looted its pockets, finding a sapphire pyramid that she discovered fit into the a tapestry of a woman on the wall. The group spent an hour testing and experimenting, Gideon found a piece of a journal by Duke Austera Balokaii that brought to light the war of the 2nd age, and how he had made the decision to abandon the Drow in place of a greater conflict. Sam turned into a beetle and went up to the surface with his new friend, 'Beetles', to scout the temple.
The party made their beds and took to resting, with the elves taking shifts of watch. During the night, each of them had their own strange dream of events scattered across time.
Gideon, Varek, Thea and Nadal left Asterion to cover down for Sam while he finished his rest and moved back to the crypts. They walked through, discovering that the swords on the mausoleums caskets was not across their bodies, but through it. They found at the other side a single large door. Entering it, they were left face to face with an empty room save but a single throne. On it sat an armored elven body, dried up to the ages with a sword through his chest that his fingers still wrapped firmly around. The blade glistened in the light, the only signs of blood soaked into the plush chair in which the body sat. Varek, wanting to remove the blade had second thoughts at the idea of desecrating the body. As him and Thea returned to the door, Gideon strolled past them before planting his foot on the figures chest and ripping the sword out.
