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Alright, I'm game to keep up with the game. Hope things aren't too busy for ya.
The moment he was given approval, Caractacus sat back down and started eating. He was starving. Still, he avoided scarfing down the food, as he usually did when he was alone, if only to avoid looking more like a freak. Caractacus looked up from his plate when the knight stood to leave. He grunted acknowledgement through a mouthful of food. Nothing to be worried about at the moment. He finished off the dish before she returned. She shared the unpleasant news of her companions' desertion. Caractacus was hardly aware of their existence in the first place, but he rued the delay it would cause. Then she asked him a question. "Can I trust you to make sure that the others don't do anything stupid? I want them and you alive, if possible."
Caractacus withheld a gasp. He was being given command? This wasn't something he'd prepared for. Sentients were harder to manage than the undead. Still he wasn't going to pass up the responsibility to the illithid. Caractacus tried to look confident. "I'll uh, do it. Good. Yes. Out of here by midday, of c-course!."
Caractacus withheld a gasp. He was being given command? This wasn't something he'd prepared for. Sentients were harder to manage than the undead. Still he wasn't going to pass up the responsibility to the illithid. Caractacus tried to look confident. "I'll uh, do it. Good. Yes. Out of here by midday, of c-course!."
Caractacus scowled. He supposed, in a twisted way, he shared some qualities with the illithid, nauseous as admitting it made him feel. He and it were both quickly judged, and to his own chagrin, quick to judge as well. Despite the similarities, Caractacus still did not feel any positive emotion toward the illithid. "No, I suppose d-diplomacy would be challenging." Caractacus was unsure whether to speak toward the slith or the illithid, so he kept his gaze between the two.
Suddenly, his stomach spoke out in protest again. Caractacus flushed. "I ap-pologise. I didn't ha-have a chance to eat this m-morning." Caractacus looked at Morro's half finished plate. "Are you...going to f-finish that?"
Suddenly, his stomach spoke out in protest again. Caractacus flushed. "I ap-pologise. I didn't ha-have a chance to eat this m-morning." Caractacus looked at Morro's half finished plate. "Are you...going to f-finish that?"
There was no chance he was letting that thing into his mind again. Not with all his secrets and plans. It was with a mixture of shame, and worry that he watched the slith walk forward and volunteer herself. "I volunteer." The illithid immediately made use of her.
Caractacus winced as once again the illithid spoke through another, but he didn't raise any protests this time. If the slith wanted to let that thing inside her, it was her choice, no matter how unsafe it seemed to Caractacus. He merely sat down and resented the illithid for scaring the bartender off. There was little chance of him ordering any food now. Caractacus instead decided to make use of the illithid's offer, and ask it a question. "What m-matter is it of your kind that the d-dead have risen? Caractacus hoped it would provide at least some reasoning for the creature's presence.
Caractacus winced as once again the illithid spoke through another, but he didn't raise any protests this time. If the slith wanted to let that thing inside her, it was her choice, no matter how unsafe it seemed to Caractacus. He merely sat down and resented the illithid for scaring the bartender off. There was little chance of him ordering any food now. Caractacus instead decided to make use of the illithid's offer, and ask it a question. "What m-matter is it of your kind that the d-dead have risen? Caractacus hoped it would provide at least some reasoning for the creature's presence.
Sorry, it's finals week for me, I am dead. I will have a post up tomorrow after class.
Caractacus returned his attention to Morro, but he kept the illithid in his peripheral, not wanting to completely take his eyes off it. He considered dispelling the undead minions that loitered nearby, but he decided against it, in case of deceit from the illitid. He took note as the bartender scuttled over to deliver a full plate to the knight. It was with some shock that he watched Morro start scarfing down food with abandon. His stomach grumbled audibly. It didn't help that summoning undead still took so much out of him. He needed to practice more.
His thoughts turned inward, towards practice and the theory of undead summoning, so much so he barely noticed Morro adressing the illithid. IT was only when she spoke to him directly that he snapped out of it. "So you're a necromancer, eh? What's dirty scum like you doing here, shouldn't you be in the mountain?" She laughed. The words stung, but no worse than anything else he'd heard before. He didn't blame her for mistrusting him.
"I-I'm not like th-the other ones. N-necromancy can be just a tool. Like any magic." He hoped he sounded trustworthy.
Morro continued with her briefing. She stood as she finished speaking. "So... any questions?" Caractacus shook his head in the negative. The illithid had something to say, or more accurately, something to write, it had snatched up a piece of paper and a quill from a nearby table, and wrote down a message for the table. Caractacus read it quickly, and shook his head.
"I d-do not want you in my mind."
Perhaps, in response, the illithid motioned the bartender over, who approached with trepidation. Caractacus watched, horrified when the creature grabbed the bartender by the head, and the bartender started speaking in a terrible rasp. "I can speak out loud doing this. I won't continue this for long. But I paid. If you prefer I speak out loud. I will need a volunteer."
Taking two steps away from the illithid, Caractacus swore. "Damn it! Th-that's almost worse! I d-don't want to be your m-mouthpiece."
His thoughts turned inward, towards practice and the theory of undead summoning, so much so he barely noticed Morro adressing the illithid. IT was only when she spoke to him directly that he snapped out of it. "So you're a necromancer, eh? What's dirty scum like you doing here, shouldn't you be in the mountain?" She laughed. The words stung, but no worse than anything else he'd heard before. He didn't blame her for mistrusting him.
"I-I'm not like th-the other ones. N-necromancy can be just a tool. Like any magic." He hoped he sounded trustworthy.
Morro continued with her briefing. She stood as she finished speaking. "So... any questions?" Caractacus shook his head in the negative. The illithid had something to say, or more accurately, something to write, it had snatched up a piece of paper and a quill from a nearby table, and wrote down a message for the table. Caractacus read it quickly, and shook his head.
"I d-do not want you in my mind."
Perhaps, in response, the illithid motioned the bartender over, who approached with trepidation. Caractacus watched, horrified when the creature grabbed the bartender by the head, and the bartender started speaking in a terrible rasp. "I can speak out loud doing this. I won't continue this for long. But I paid. If you prefer I speak out loud. I will need a volunteer."
Taking two steps away from the illithid, Caractacus swore. "Damn it! Th-that's almost worse! I d-don't want to be your m-mouthpiece."
I'm back home. I'll have a post up tonight. Yey!
I'm gonna be in vacation this weekend. Not saying I definitely won't be able to post, but it's not likely.
"Morro." The illithid pointed at the knight, confirming Caractacus' fears. It was after her. The zombies fought on unflinchingly riding out the blows from their larger. They struggle on even as their bodies are destroyed. One was bashed over the head with a chair, and it was knocked flat by the illithid. It regained its feet, shattered jaw hanging slack, and resumed its attacks.
Caractacus was about to infuse the undead with his own power, a risky move, but hopefully enough to stop the creature, when he heard a voice inside his own head. He immediately recoiled. "We seek to end the curse. Though we are immune. Do not give my race a reason not to help." A shiver ran up his spine.
"Minions. Stop. Return." Simple commands. The zombies halted their assault on the squid-faced creature, and shambled back to the spot in front of him where they had burst from the ground. They idled. Caractacus stared a the illithid a moment before speaking again. "Okay. Speak as you will. But do not enter my mind again." He hated the feeling of the creature in his mind, his most protected sanctuary. It felt as though he had been violated.
Caractacus looked to Morro a moment. He wanted to explain things to her, but not as much as he wanted to keep an eye on the illithid.
Caractacus was about to infuse the undead with his own power, a risky move, but hopefully enough to stop the creature, when he heard a voice inside his own head. He immediately recoiled. "We seek to end the curse. Though we are immune. Do not give my race a reason not to help." A shiver ran up his spine.
"Minions. Stop. Return." Simple commands. The zombies halted their assault on the squid-faced creature, and shambled back to the spot in front of him where they had burst from the ground. They idled. Caractacus stared a the illithid a moment before speaking again. "Okay. Speak as you will. But do not enter my mind again." He hated the feeling of the creature in his mind, his most protected sanctuary. It felt as though he had been violated.
Caractacus looked to Morro a moment. He wanted to explain things to her, but not as much as he wanted to keep an eye on the illithid.
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