#orrizz

Peacelily: I wonder if anyone ever thought of making a illithid slave restaurant where they just cut off tentacles to keep making calamari.

Orrizz, visibly horrified

Squild: Orrizz that's basically what we did to other races

Squild and Orrizz as miniatures~

I love painting minis for fun. Im still very much an amateur but I think they turned out nice.

Squild awoke when bright sun beams penetrated their tent. He groaned and put one of his tentacles over his eyes. Orrizz was laying on his chest and let out a giggle.

"Ya that woke me up too." Orrizz said. His tentacles were scrunched up into excited little curls. Squild gently took one in his own and rubbed it gently. Orrizz relaxed a little and nuzzled into Squild. Neither really wanted to get up but eventually they did.

They had sent he intellect devourers loose to find suitable targets and were waiting for them to get back.

"I hope they bring with them someone for us to eat." Orrizz said taking a drink of water. Squild nodded. They both had eaten recently but who could pass up a extra brain or two.

It wasn't long before two of the devourers returned. One was now inside a city guard and the other was a staff member of the library where the writings were being held.

"Good good, we can work with this." Orrizz said.

"Have the librarian grab the writings and let the guard intervened if anything goes wrong. Perfect." Squild said.

Orrizz was out for a meeting with the elder brain so Squild had decided to surprise him. Surprising Orrizz was normally impossible for Squild because their mental connection was so strong. Any thought that entered his head, Orrizz would see immediately and Squild could see all of his. But when talking to Elder De'cadad, Orrizz's thoughts would be fully dominated, giving Squild the smallest window to do something nice.

The plan was a fancy dinner. When they traded with drow they often were treated to large banquets and Orrizz loved them. The drow usually were just showing off and they rarely if ever served them actual brains, but this dinner would be different. Squild didn't have much time so he flew outside to obtain his romantic dinner.

Dinner proved difficult to find. Squild had thought a good target would be a small group of adventurers that were dumb enough to get close to the colony. But he came too late and the colony had already taken them. He debated killing some thralls but he actually enjoyed the ones they currently had. Finally fortune smiled on him and when he went back to the colony. Another member, Rth'la, had overheard his thoughts.

"You two are the strangest illithids I've ever met but I can't help but find your antics amusing." Rth'la said, "So I asked for two of the brains from labs."

Squild had to restrain himself from hugging them, "Thank you Rth'la!"

Rth'la brushed him off, "Just get me something nice next time you two travel."

"I will! Thanks again!" Squild said floating off with two jars full of brains.

Squild was overjoyed, this was going to the perfect. He flew through their apartment door and got everything set up. Candles on the table, a place setting for both himself and Orrizz. He cracked out a bottle of elvish wine they had gotten in a trade deal once. He got changed into his best robes and waited. Orrizz soon flew home with an excited look on his face.

"SURPRISE!" Orrizz said holding up a basket. Inside was a picnic blanket, two jars of brains, and a bottle of wine.

Squild looked shocked and then laughed. Orrizz looked confused until he saw the dinner spread behind Squild.

"Even disconnected we share thoughts, don't we?" Squild chuckled.

As I wrote Squild's facts I realized Orrizz really contrasts against him

Orrizz absolutely adored dresses and being fashionable. His closet was constantly expanding and he often would dress Squild up to match him. Squild learned how to sew to treat Orrizz.

Orrizz was extremely graceful and even knew how to ballroom dance.

Orrizz was well known for keeping his thralls extremely healthy. This was because he knew the healthlier the thrall the easier it was the travel with them and avoid accidents.

Orrizz detested fighting and would avoid it at all costs.

Orrizz thought it was hilarious that he was often called a silver tongued illithid, because he didn't have a tongue.

Orrizz spent so much time away from the colony for trade reasons he often hide some of his unique personality traits when home. Only Squild he trusted enough to share himself with. He often told Squild how much he loved him even if at the time Squild didn't understand the concept (he does now that its a little too late).

Orrizz was the one that first started calling them husbands/wives

Orrizz often viewed other races as one might view a dog: small, adorable, and nonthreatening

Squild and Orrizz are in their mid 40s and have been married about 30 years (illithids are adults by age 10)

Orrizz is 6'2" while Squild is 5'11".

Squild has a tattoo in qualith on his back. It is a poem about Orrizz.

Orrizz's favorite piece of clothing was a fur coat Squild bought him once. It was the most expensive thing he owned and he never wore it anywhere except around their apartment, kinda like a robe.

Squild loves the ocean and used to collect shells.

Orrizz and Squild were both in the Possesors creed in their colony.

And now for Vusiks facts

Vusiks has a tiny intellect devourer named Farjali which is undercommon for "Percious". He loves snuggling it.

Vusiks has a habit of always trying to find the bright side when he is upset. He uses it as a way to calm himself down.

Olberic sees Vusiks as an adopted son but will never tell him this.

Vusiks loves learning about traditional illithid culture because none of the Cultantum illithids can remember it.

Vusiks enjoys flying on nataloids a lot and gets giddy whenever he gets the chance.

The two we pulled from their fantasies by the sounds of their thralls attacking someone or something. They heard a man shout and the sound of spells being cast.

"Shit" Squild hissed. He drew his sword and psionically surveyed the outside. One thrall dead and four enemy creatures. Orrizz clung to Squild, staying perfectly silent.

"Be careful! That creatures we found inside the librarian's skull is called an intellect devourer! There are probably mindflayers afoot!" One voice said.

Squild narrowed his eyes and sent out a mindblast. Three of the four wailed out, obviously stunted. Squild slashed open the tent a rushed the last one standing. A young spell caster looked at the dashing illithid in shock as Squild ran his sword through the man's chest. Orrizz floated out behind Squild and tied up the stunned adventures. Squild removed his blade and kicked the wizard prone. He looked shocked as he bled out and Squild wrapped his tentacles around his head. One of adventurers had recovered from the mind blast enough to shout. Orrizz grabbed her first.

After their meal Squild stood over their ruined tent. "Well the food was good but now we have royally botched this mission." He said.

"Not quite." Orrizz said dreamily, coming down from the high of having eaten so many memories. "One of them had seen the writings and had been studying them. I have their memories now."

Squild's eyes went wide. "You mean you can recreate the texts?"