Post by Graveman on Jun 9, 2009 21:01:03 GMT -5
"I...I've seen them, the pale eyes....the visions in my mind....they....they tower over me like Death itself, please....they're coming for me...and you....ALL OF YOU! They will rip your thoughts asunder like rags, just like Jimmy and the rest of us... They won't take me.... but the REST of you will suffer! You will become their puppets.... Lathander protect me, for these poor souls have already been damned by the monster's hands...." ~Ramblings of a insane prisoner before his public execution, claiming to have seen devils
There may be many horrors that lurk in the wild, beyond civilization, or even below their own soil, but most mortals underestimate those that dwell beyond the skies, into even the voids of space between worlds due to scholars disregarding any such fantasies, despite those who claim first-hand to have seen ships capable of such travel. The mysterious, and some say diabolical, alien-like race known as the Illithid are one such threat.
Only very few have reported incidents relating to these creatures, but most that live to tell the tale are unable to due to being incoherently and utterly insane after their encounters. The common folk have begun to call them "Mind Flayers", due to the sad fate they leave their victims with, if they so choose to spare their lives.
One such notable creature, whom so very few wizards regard him as "Xano'thyll", is only one of the many Illithid beings. Scholars have found very little evidence of Xano'thyll, with only one recovered journal of a wizard's encounter:
"Feralas and I were doubtful at first, but we were sure the cryptic writings on the walls were of no arcane lore we had ever seen in our studies. The rest of our colleagues were also baffled at this discovery, but we were confident that something of knowledgeable value was hidden here, so the rest of us grudgingly decided to continue on. As I was about to venture farther down into the dank, underground catacombs of this forgotten church, one of our mercenaries had started to babble unrecognizable words. None of the scholars knew what language this was; not even a Tongues spell was capable of translating what he spoke. The only words, rather name, that he chanted as we walked, was Xano'thyll, Xano'thyll, Xano'thyll. It was until we met the beast that blew him apart that I realized the horrendous truth: He was speaking Common, but in such a way only a madman would speak..."
Noone truly knows what outcome had befallen the lost mage, but the archaeologists that found the journal say the lost monastery still stands to this day, lurking above a cold, dark mountain, Xano'thyll peering down below with a pale white gaze upon the hapless beings. It is only recently that he had begun to turn his attention to the so-called "Swarm" that has plagued town after town with its endless wave of death and decay, deeming them an obstacle to his own sinister plots...
(An artist's depiction of Xano'thyll)
//Yes, I know it's big, I apologize for any inconvenience with the size.
There may be many horrors that lurk in the wild, beyond civilization, or even below their own soil, but most mortals underestimate those that dwell beyond the skies, into even the voids of space between worlds due to scholars disregarding any such fantasies, despite those who claim first-hand to have seen ships capable of such travel. The mysterious, and some say diabolical, alien-like race known as the Illithid are one such threat.
Only very few have reported incidents relating to these creatures, but most that live to tell the tale are unable to due to being incoherently and utterly insane after their encounters. The common folk have begun to call them "Mind Flayers", due to the sad fate they leave their victims with, if they so choose to spare their lives.
One such notable creature, whom so very few wizards regard him as "Xano'thyll", is only one of the many Illithid beings. Scholars have found very little evidence of Xano'thyll, with only one recovered journal of a wizard's encounter:
"Feralas and I were doubtful at first, but we were sure the cryptic writings on the walls were of no arcane lore we had ever seen in our studies. The rest of our colleagues were also baffled at this discovery, but we were confident that something of knowledgeable value was hidden here, so the rest of us grudgingly decided to continue on. As I was about to venture farther down into the dank, underground catacombs of this forgotten church, one of our mercenaries had started to babble unrecognizable words. None of the scholars knew what language this was; not even a Tongues spell was capable of translating what he spoke. The only words, rather name, that he chanted as we walked, was Xano'thyll, Xano'thyll, Xano'thyll. It was until we met the beast that blew him apart that I realized the horrendous truth: He was speaking Common, but in such a way only a madman would speak..."
Noone truly knows what outcome had befallen the lost mage, but the archaeologists that found the journal say the lost monastery still stands to this day, lurking above a cold, dark mountain, Xano'thyll peering down below with a pale white gaze upon the hapless beings. It is only recently that he had begun to turn his attention to the so-called "Swarm" that has plagued town after town with its endless wave of death and decay, deeming them an obstacle to his own sinister plots...
(An artist's depiction of Xano'thyll)
//Yes, I know it's big, I apologize for any inconvenience with the size.