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A voice would enter Amarillas' head.You aren't just starting at me intensely. I can hear your thoughts just fine. It's more complicated than that as none of you are psionically attuned, but none of you will need to worry about the details. Illithids usually communicate by senond psionic impressions along with thought and emotion. So yes, if you decide to feel like you want to kill yourself, I will be the first to know. Masrith around for the other members of the group who were to be going into the crypt with him. Well this is just lovely. First we are missing a number of stick swingers, now the group is taking a long time....I wonder if they will let me mentally dominate a underdark creature and let me expirement on it. Certainly would be nice. I don't always want to just devour the brain. Amarilla would be able to hear these thoughts of the Illithid in her head. Masrith opened one of his books and began reading. Oh. So I can do that expirement on tall dwarves. I wonder if they would let me. I would eye of a beholder but I'm sure one of them would like to be able to shoot a disentegrating beam out of their eye...That sounds nice. I would have to use an eye from one of it's eye stocks though. Its center eye is too big. Extracting the eye might be difficult. Some of the primitives might get impatient. I will try to mentally dominate a underdark creature. That way I can atleast feel like not everything wants to murder me. Sure would be nice if I wasn't alone. Masrith glanced at Amarilla who would have been able to hear all of those thoughts. I apologise. I'll start censoring things. Pay no attention to me. I'm just a violent monstrosity who doesn't care about the companionship of others. Masrith turned away from Amarilla and gained a bit of distance without leaving the room. I sure hope they let me expirement on something. Otherwise it is going to be really boring.

From the Underdark

You look around to see your Illithid brothers and sisters. The day progresses normal with many going about their daily routine. Then an alarm sounds. A wave of massive energy washes over the city. It isn't long before you realize your psionic abilities have been weakened tremendously. Screaming and roaring begin to heard. A gaze from the wall is all it takes to notice a hoards of undead by the thousands. With several Liches leading, you receive a psionic message in your head. The Elder brain tells out to run. As you and your kind flee, the undead charge into the city. Some of the more prominent Illithids stay back to give the others time to flee. You run, being seperate from your kind in the vast expanse of the underdark. Undead continue to chase you, as you grow weary from running, the undead move to strike but are cut down. A group of your fellow Illithids lift you. You are not alone, but you are lost. The undead continue to chase. Forced to continue fleeing, you find yourselves breaching the surface world. The undead stop chasing you, unable to leave the caves. They retreat. You try to speak with your brothers and sisters. The connection is weak, the psionic power that made you so devestating has depleted. A telepathic communication is all your group can do for now. You can not return to the underdark for the undead will certainly help you meet your end. He surface has better odds but your race is hated. The lush green grass and sunlight is almost alien to you. How will you and your fellow Illithids survive the surface?

So in this rp, you will be playing the perspective of an Illithid or Illithid variant. A squid like creature who is known for their mental power an intellect. Forced to flee from your home with a small band of your fellow Illithids, you must now survive on the surface, a place that is considered alien to Illithids.

If you have any questions or are interested then please let me know.

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If it helps, Masrith did give a reason in my recent post.

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What sounded almost like a dark cackle slipped from Masrith. "I'm sorry. It's just....yes, I'm the doctor." Masriths'laugh was almost a little uncontrollable. His laughter was immediately silenced however. "Sorry. The irony is humorous. On a serious note, if we really are heading in to the what is believed to be a portion of the underdark, or atleast something relatively close, then you all should know something. A majority of encounters between deep dwellers and surface dwellers happens within three miles of the surface. So our presence could tip off a creature or two about where we entered. The top team may not be so bored after all." Masrith walked over to the entrance to the crypt. "I sent a message. I'll have my tools soon. If anyone doesn't want me operating on them then don't get infested with a parasitic organism. Please speak up if you do, most are rather large and will kill you in minutes...an hour if your stubborn."

Masrith observed the party he was chosen to go with. Looking at the group did give him one concern. This group didn't have any stick swingers, he figured it would help if atleast one primitive brute went with but he would never point this out. H waited for a minute or two before a man holding a case would run up to Masrith. Masrith opened the case to see an array of surgical equipment. Masrith reached into his pack to pull out a small page of what could be assumed as coin and handing it to the man before watching him run off.

OOC note: this is me asking permission to add surgical equipment to the list in my cs.

Masrith then walked into the first room of the crypt and wait. "I suppose I can augment myself psionically to make up for any strength we will need. First things first. As far as the formation goes. Whoever can't see in the dark should be in the middle. The ones who can should be infront as a guide, one in the back to notice if we are being tailed, and one in the center if there is room. I would suggest making as little noise as possible. Many creatures in the dark have well attuned hearing." Masrith wasn't sure how they were going to take the next bit of news. "I will psionically link our thoughts fpr easier communication. Simply think of what you want to say and I will transmit it. Please don't make me censor too much."

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Masrith heard Lockwell speak. Masrith turned amd looked directly at his shadow when he was asked about anything interesting. A deep voice would enter Lockwells' head. "Surface thoughts are very easy to read Mr. Lockwell. While I wouldn't say there is anything of peculiar interest, I am curious about certain things." There was a silence for a moment. "That creature that is with you, is it mentally linked to you or would I not have to worry about if I were to try and mentally dominate it?...oh it's just a thought however. I suppose if you are curious then I will tell. Firstly, Illithid have no need for verbal communication. Your surface thoughts will suffice. Secondly, I was wondering about the spider creature. Just curious if it's exo skeleton is weak or absent around the joints to allow maximum flexibility. If so then one accurate strike with a blade could sever a limb. Also that it may be best to use a blunt force weapon like a hammer or mace. Even if her skeleton protected, it would be like shaking a box with glass items in it."

Masrith reached into his pack. "I forgot my surgical equipment. Well now what am I suppose to do when any of you die? Well eating the brain of a fresh corpse is still good I guess."

Masrith looked at Irthorne. The voice from earlier would enter Irthornes' head again. "Mr. Irthorne. I'm sorry to disturb you. May I make a request for some medical equipment? More specifically, surgical. There is not telling what could happen down there and if there is no time to reach the surface then I should be able to operate." Masrith thought about it for a moment before he would try to speak to Irthorne again. "I understand no one would like the idea of having me operate but given my past, experimenting on various creatures for various purposes, and the fact I have a several books about detailed anatomy, I think I would make a could candidate."

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Masrith still wanted to speak on the matter of the journey with Irthorne but couldn't as Irthorne was busy tending to other matter. Masrith tried to speak up but slipped. Instead of sending a mental message, a giggles hiss came from his mouth. Masrith froze a little before backing off. He observed the group. Everyone was making their own conversation and small talk with others. The saddest part was that Masrith could not verbally understand a single word they were speaking. He relied on reading surface thoughts to translate and properly communicate. Masrith looked for an empty spot to sit down. It didn't take long before that objective was met. He took a seat and opened his back, pulling out several books. He opened them and began to read several at a time. His mental notes being somewhat scattered. There were several brutish looking tall dwarves that appear to make good slaves or hosts for the process of ceramorphosis. The owl creature somewhat peaked his interest. The body of the figure seemed well toned but his equipment did not seem to be a heavy load. Perhaps his wings were not as strong as the owl wanted people to believe. The humanoid spider was next. The exo skeleton was a good thought. Perhaps against slashing weapons, but brute force like a hammer or mace could still mash up the insides, like shaking a crate with glass items in it. A curiosity formed. Were the exo skeletal plates weak or absent around her joints to allow maximum flexibility? If so, her joints may be easily severed if necessary.

A gnome with various contraptions also peaked a thought. If they responded to verbal command, then perhaps mentally dominating the creater would allow control over the various forms of metal creatures. Further mental analysis would be required. A monk named Feon was next. A sort of mental feeblety could be sensed. It was interesting, her physical nature wouod not be a threat if her mental domain was not in order. Perhaps training her in psionic reinforcement to develop a friendship would allow easier access to her mind. Once she became familiar, I could establish a mental link and dominate her.

This of course were only thoughts if Masrith was to be betrayed. He knew his race was despised so having a contingency plan was almost nessecary. The gnome with the contraptions, eating his brain would be nice. He intelligence may make a perfect host for ceramorphosis. These were just thoughts though. It wasn't like it would be plausible.

Masrith figured he should just play the role they give him. He doesn't have any people who care about him or even a home to go to.

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Masrith rolled his wrists as the restraints were removed. He turned to see the group of people gather as well as Irthorne verbally tear into a guard. Masrith was somewhat surprised. Noone ever defended an Illithid. Masrith watched as the guards walked off. Masrith turned to face Irthorne and looked down at him. "I have nothing against them." The voice would ring in Irthornes head. "I apologize if this form of communication disturbs you. It is how Illithids communicate. We have no need for verbal speech." Masrith examined the group. "There are things the books do not say about them that I will need to note." His gaze turned back toward Irthorne. "My name is Masrith. I am what is known as an Illithid. Well, more specifically, an Ulitharid. I am physically powerful, but am mostly known for a powerful mind. If you seek a strategist or an individual who could help analyze predicaments or documents then I can certainly be of use. I can also link minds using my psionic abilities to allow groups to communicate." Masrith kneeled down and stuck out his hand. His body movements were somewhat awkward. "I'm have to inform you. I do not represent any form of authority from the Illithid empire. I was exiled at birth form my mutations registered me as an abomination. I hope you still view me as a reliable assest to the group."

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Masrith was making his way to the crypt. He was accompanied by three town gaurds. Masrith looked at the cuffs around his wrists. "Was this really nessecary?" His dark voice echoed in their heads. One guard turned to make eye contact. "You are a race known for enslaving amd eating other races. You haven't committed any crime, bit it's the only way to stop people from wanting to kill you on sight." Masrith squinted his five eyes. "So be it." He continued walking, observing the scenery. "I've never been in the town before. What normally takes place?" The same guard began to speak up. "Well, since of late, the crypt has gone and gotten people stirred up. What with the undead an all." Masrith eyed the guard. "Makes sense. The scrolls say tall dwarfs range from brave to very cowardly individuals. Does this depend on age or perhaps the diet one partakes in? I have come to understand tall dwarfs have an adaptaptable digestive system." The guard looked confused. "You talk like we are some kind of animal to be studied." Masrith did not change his facial expression, not that it was easy to read anyway. "We treat every race like that. I apologize if it was offensive." The guard released his pent up posture. "It's fine. Not much is known about you people either." The guard infront stopped the group. "We're here. Stay here, I'll talk to the wizard." The guard soon approached Irthorne. "Pardon for any interruptions, but we have a umm...thing." the guard was hesitant for a moment. "We umm...well...an Illithid has answered your call sir. He..he is over there." The guard said pointing to Masrith. The same guard that conversed with Masrith earlier was taking off the restraints that bounded Masriths' wrists. The lead guard turned to Irthorne. "Would you like for us to take him back or let him join you...sir?"

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Character Name: Masrith

Race: Ulitharid (subspecies of illithid)

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Appearance: Like other Ulitharids, he sands 6ft 7in tall. Has for tentacles on his back due to a mutation that formed during ceramorphisis.
Another mutation gave him three extra eyes. Has two slightly above his natural set of eyes as well as one that is in the center of the other four.

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Personality and Motivations: Masrith hates everything. He ca be viewed as a racist because he sees every other race as only viable as food or slaves. Though he doesn't like to show it, he actually likes company as he was exiled from his home due to being a mutant. Masrith has the same motivations as any other of his race, to become immortal.

Class and Alignment: Evil psionic fist (it's a multiclass of psion and monk)

History: His life started as a larvae. Burrowing into the head of a mindless slave and devouring the brain and head. After attaching to the body, it underwent a process known as ceramorphisis. This is when the body alters and mutates to meet the needs of the larvae, eventually turning them into an Illithid or the much more rare Ulitharid. His body however, mutated far more that what was normal. After developing several mutations, he was held as an outcast. At first, he was sentenced to death, but after nobles consulted with the Elder brain, it decided that his stature being an Ulitharid was highly significant. Instead of being executed, Masrith was exiled to the surface world. They did not make him leave with nothing however. He was given clothes, several scrolls of knowledge about the ilithid empire and surface world. Since his exile, Masrith has primarily traveled on the outskirts on many villages, as illithids are viewed as monstrous creatures to most. He wold occasionally read the scrolls and books given to him to develop his abilities. After awhile, he heard the cries of help being needed about a crypt. Given the desperation, he figured he would be accepted. Especially because of his knowledge of creatures that inhabit the under-dark.

Equipment: A case of a wide variety of surgical equipment.
A pack with several books about his race, species of the surface (includes anatomy and such, like these species have been experimented on). Also includes books based on psionic abilities. Note these books are written in a strange form of brail that is only used by the illithids.
Standard Illithid armor

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Skills and Spells: While Ulitharids are physically powerful, their most feared aspect is their intelligence and mental prowess. Has psionic abilities. This includes telepathic communication with any species, mental domination (strong willed people can resist this, this includes slight suggestions to full on mentally dominating someone), can cast illusions, form mental barriers(about as durable as a wooden shield) read minds of others, can physically augment his body to become faster, stronger, and to heal himself and others (though he cant regrow limbs). As a photographic memory, and an extremely high learning capacity. His center eye allows him to see in the dark. Can use his tentacles to grab others (though they can't function in using weapons) Note that their mental abilities do not work on undead with broken minds. Ex:zombies and skeletons.

Miscellaneous:

Illithids

Illithids are not well known. They rarely ever visit the surface, only going up for slaves and food. They are known for their mental prowess. Nothing else is known about the Illithids.

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Yes. Though dominating animals like squirrels wouldn't be difficult. His psionic ability is like a muscle. If he pushes to far at one time, he will enter a drunk-like state.