An illithid centered rp blog

Humming some telepatically, Scypho moves over to hid thrall, going around it and rummaging through the massive bag that the hook horror had attached to the back.

The jellyfish looking humanoid takes out a different stone and metal mapping device that seems completed, he feels the information on it with his tentacles, to make sure that it’s the right one, then swiftly levitates over to the smaller illithid, passing the stone map written in qualith to her. “I believe this map signals the way to go back to that exit, if you can’t interpret it I could help you get there. Though, we would need to make a small deviation in the way ….” One thin long tentacle moves down to the map as he shows it to her, it taps around the right before stopping over a series of qualith lines that signalled a certain place. “Here, this is the nearest settlement, it’s a small outpost for merchants, it’s still far from here, though closer than the surface.” If Zeetee takes the map an feels it with her tentacles and psionics she’d be able to see in her mind the representation of pathways and emplacements, signalled precisely, albeit it felts odd for normal illithids in a way. “Ah, that’s cute, it’s alright, I don’t mind children. This over here is my thrall, Jrom, it was given to me by the tamers, so I had protection and eyes while traveling alone. Most of the time I keep it enthralled, so you don’t need to worry about it.“ The illithid of yellow tones releases a low psionic wave, it doesn’t hurt and seems more like it was just aiding the illithid with no eyes to scan the area for dangers.

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Wary she kept Reega behind her, who was currently staring wide eyed at the hook horror rather than the strange Illithid? It was enthralled she had seen this before, but it meant if something when sour with the stranger he could easily send it after them. She could feel Reega projecting uneasiness to her.

“Hello, sorry to be a bother but you wouldn’t happen to know where a settlement or town is would you?”

“I need to hire someone to bring us back surface side safely” Telepathically speaking with the stranger. They looked Illithid…sort of though the same could be said of her.

There was a pack on her back and a dagger at her side but she made no motion for any such weapon. Until she decides she needed to, hopefully she ran into a friendly. But you could never be too sure in the underdark. A good rule of thumb was trust no one she had been told.

Behind her Reega gave a grunt towards the hook horror as if telling it to be afraid of him. Amused she exstended s tentacle and gave him a reassuring pat. “It’s enthralled dear, won’t have to worry unless an order is given”

The levitating humanoid moved the tentacles of the back of his odd head in thought before turning, what seems to be his front is similar to his back, due to a lack of eyes or visible mouth. His head resembles a jellyfish with an humanoid body. “You have ended quite far from any settlements, we’re near the glimmer sea, close to the Earthroot. Where did you enter through? We’re not even that close to my colony.” He lowers until his feet touch the ground while handing the stone and metal mapping device to the thrall, odd set of thinner and bigger tentacles waving around. “But I know how to return to the surface. I have already mapped four paths to do so. Though, I doubt neither of us has enough supplies to do that kind of ascension, we’re quite deep into the caverns.” The thrall’s eyes have turned a different colour, a pale yellow, and it follows the movements of the illithid and the child. There’s a mental link, similar to a taste link, between the tall, odd illithid and the hook horror, seems as if he were using the thralls’ eyes to look at them. “I’m Scypho, a cartographer of the arisers.“ Arisers? That’s an illithid creed, then this humanoid must be an illithid. “Nice to meet you, are you from a colony from somewhere else? You don’t feel like the others I have met.“

@childrenofthebrain It had been a couple weeks since you had wandered down and and into the presumed underdark. A place of which you had visited a few times here and there and only for a short time. However this time you had been laid claim to the wiles of the tunnel ways and cave systems and had gotten lost. Which wouldn’t be too much of a problem except you had your son with you. You were beginning to worry if your foraging and survival skills would be enough to make sure he was adequately cared and fed for while in such a dark dangerous place.

He was keeping pace just fine and you made sure to try to avoid most trouble. So far you’ve been able to find food where prolly most would not due to your knowledge and careful exploration of ingredients and their treatment. Currently you were wandering around a cave and looking so lost, just when you thought you found a tunnel upward it suddenly steered you back down. “This maze of tunnels is trying my patience”

“Don’t worry Momma, I’ll protect you” Reega huffs and pounds his little chest, and a tentacle came down to pat him gently on the head. “Of course you will,” Telepathically commuincating something Reega had over time picked up from her,

“Hello, sorry to be a bother but you wouldn’t happen to know where a settlement or town is would you?”

“I need to hire someone to bring us back surface side safely” Telepathically speaking with the stranger. They looked Illithid…sort of though the same could be said of her.

There was a pack on her back and a dagger at her side but she made no motion for any such weapon. Until she decides she needed to, hopefully she ran into a friendly. But you could never be too sure in the underdark. A good rule of thumb was trust no one she had been told.

@childrenofthebrain It had been a couple weeks since you had wandered down and and into the presumed underdark. A place of which you had visited a few times here and there and only for a short time. However this time you had been laid claim to the wiles of the tunnel ways and cave systems and had gotten lost. Which wouldn’t be too much of a problem except you had your son with you. You were beginning to worry if your foraging and survival skills would be enough to make sure he was adequately cared and fed for while in such a dark dangerous place.

He was keeping pace just fine and you made sure to try to avoid most trouble. So far you’ve been able to find food where prolly most would not due to your knowledge and careful exploration of ingredients and their treatment. Currently you were wandering around a cave and looking so lost, just when you thought you found a tunnel upward it suddenly steered you back down. “This maze of tunnels is trying my patience”

“Don’t worry Momma, I’ll protect you” Reega huffs and pounds his little chest, and a tentacle came down to pat him gently on the head. “Of course you will,” Telepathically commuincating something Reega had over time picked up from her,

Turned one of my flight rising dragons into a squib person. Simplified it quite a lot but I still like it.

The old ulitharid opens the doors to the lab area, inside of it are several tables, most of this lab area seems to be oriented towards spelljammer technology and biorganic technology. There are spelljammers internal parts at some tables, from old Illithid spaceships, and parts of ships from other races, including a few elven man o wars internal pieces.

There’s also a table that has some odd mushrooms and another that has an old piece of what seems to have been Empire era symbiotic illithid armor, kept alive inside a tank, filled with some liquid and surrounded by tools to take samples from it. Fafa seems interested on the idea. “I see, that’s a good idea to develop new spelljammers. I suppose it would be more maneuverable than others made of dead wood and such. Ah, I have to go, feel free to explore on your own and look over our labs.” The blue ulitharid, smaller than what an ulitharid should be, was sitting at one of the tables, experimenting with different parts of spelljammers, apparently trying to make something different out of them. Looks like whatever Dyon is making has the silhouette of a gun. Dyon’s attention moves from the parts he’s fiddling with to look up at Suvool. “Hello! Welcome to my lab area! Fafa has a different one in another floor of the tower, he doesn’t like to share with me as apparently I’m messy.” The room was organized, but there were indeed some tools scattered around.

Druid Thalia? Druid Thalia.

Fafa nods, then proceeds to guide the way down, back into the Tower, of course he wakes Thalia up with a gentle telepathic ping, to what the other ulitharid blinks her six eyes and scrambles to her feet, making all the chickens wake up too suddenly. “Don’t you have work and training to do, young one?“ The old ulitharid asks the recently awoken Thalia who nods and cheerfully charges to keep taking care of the garden plants and her pet chickens.

“Let’s go to the labs, Dyon wanted to show you something. I’ll go prepare some drinks meanwhile and I’ll leave Nikao on their room.“ Fafa adressed Suvool again as they leave the garden on the Tower’s roof to go down into the Tower itself. He shows her some of the upper rooms which are basically bedrooms and storage, now once they get to the middle levels of the Tower is when he mentions labs again. “You’re interested on plants and elven spelljammers, right?“

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After a few moments she carefully sits down in the grass making sure not to jostle the young one in her arms. Before handing her gently to Fafa after he motioned for her.

Partilaism, she wonders how that effects them where they know they are both and neither at the same time. In a way she thought it almost might be a worst position then her own.

“Unique, perspective wise you won’t find that everywhere. Nor a lot of accepting of the partilaism.” To Fafa it did not seem to bother her in the least perhaps giving him a hint that her refusal to explain her fault of being an Illithid.

“However I can not fault you for wanting that, I would like to see such a way of life for us”

Fafa holds Nikao when the little one is handed over, gently holding the sleeping child, he then sighs slightly, looking around the garden before looking up. “That is why I am not part of any hive anymore, I tried to keep away, eventually, I found some others who needed help, that’s how I’m not alone anymore. And with their help my studies may get to somewhere.”

The old ulitharid gets up, with a toughtful look, then he offers to show her around the rest of the tower some more. “By the way, are you perhaps hungry? Or thirsty? We have some extra supplies, thanks to Dyon’s casual raiding.”