@thesubjugoated location: Brave New World notes: worm in the brain finger in the booty ass bitch
Streets paved with Elysian gold, the skies were patrolled by all manner of creatures as the mortal realm fell under the thumb of the Great Old Ones. Ingenious automatons of Eldritch origin were produced by the Great Old Ones' manufacturing facility and it was here that countless illithids patrolled. Felandaris had lived in the Underdark for thousands of years, had battled alongside his sister Ayi'ig for centuries in their conquest to establish drow supremacy and found the great cities of their empire. He knew the tactics of these creatures, their powers, and he was well aware on what sort of psionic magic it would take to release one from the hold of another without triggering the hive mind.
Under a moonlit sky, Felandaris whispered his spell, a veil fell over Rhovanor's eyes, and when it lifted the flayed stood opposite the former architect. Mind freed, the lair far below the streets of Rome - somewhere in the Underdark that blended with the mortal realm. Not quite of the Otherworld, and not quite of this plain either, it was here that they were safest from Pelorus. The Great Old One's Radar was formidable, but it was more easily disrupted when you lingered on the boundaries between two places.
"Welcome back."


















