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[kirithevikingninja]

“Hmm...” Kousuke pondered, tapping the rim of the nearest mug.  “If I could be so bold... if you and your fellow rebels still have any of Kiri’s old books, notes, records - I’ve heard that she actually left a book on witch hunting that the hunters still use, but I’ve never been able to get my hands on a copy - but anyway, I would like to access them and do some research.  Cross them with what I have.  See if a theory of mine holds any weight... or at least, ensure that what truth we know is indeed the full truth.  You would think, me having never known my older sister, but hearing so many stories about her, that I would have that closure...”

He paused, sighing.  “Well, regardless.  I would not ask a favor without returning it.  You said you were interested in learning the combat arts of the Viking Ninjas?” he raised an eyebrow, the playful grin reemerging.  “Aye, might be a little harder at your age, but I can think of several options.  And you’re even in luck, I have teaching experience.  What’s your current primary weapon?  And if you say a battleaxe, you might want to consider a smaller version.  Just in case.”

Time Conscious Tactics

My arms still hurt…

Stonegit sat in the cold, early afternoon air, the suns warm glowing providing an oddly pleasant contrast as cupped a bowl of soup in his hands. It was his lunch for the day. It had been several days since he had gotten back to his home. But despite Dario and the other healers extremely proficient work, his arms were still incredibly fragile, despite their operability.

Dario…oh man… Stonegit rubbed the back of his neck. That’s going to awkward if…you know what…nah…if he doesn’t recognize me I’ll just leave it be…

He glanced down at his hand, and remembered the sensation of nearly pushing it through Vidar’s head. It’s not like how it was in the old days…with basic healing magic I patched my collarbone up within a few weeks was it? Or was it days? Anyways…the same amount of time, if not more, later after highly potent work from skilled medics, and I hardly want to pat someone on the shoulder…

He curled his fingers tenderly. And…I guess having to kill again…will always be a risk. If I want to keep my line of work…and my life. The thought saddened him But it was what it was. And again…it wasn’t like the way it was before. In a good way this time. Still…between my heart and my arms…and I guess my body getting older as a whole…I’m not going to be able to rely on brute strength anymore. He glanced down at his axe. I might not even be able to properly use her after a while…I’ll need a back up. Something lighter that I can learn to use now, so that by the time I’m eighty or something I’ll still be capable of doing my job…for both my weapon and the way I fight…

Stonegit groaned as he stood up, and scrapped the rest of the thick soup into his mouth. He had an idea of where he could start, and would write a letter to the Hidden Village after his shift. Maybe he could meet someone there who could help him later this week. 

***

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Kousuke was quiet for a long time.  He had listened, drank mugs of bubble tea, seen time pass with the movement of people and firelight.  It was a long story, some of which he already knew.  Most of it, he did not.  All of it matched what he did know.

As Stonegit finished, Kousuke nodded in thanks.  Then he pulled out a worn notebook and began to jot down several notes.

“My apologies for the note-taking... it’s... again, I’ve been searching for closure.  To know exactly what my sister involved herself in and how she did it... thank you, truly.”  He smiled at the older man.  “What you’ve told me, it... her sacrifice was never in vain.  And from what I’ve heard about her, it seems she died trying to stop something...”

He paused.  There was one thing in his notes that had seemed strange.  The assumption.  Combined with what she had told her family and the elders back at the Hidden Sky Village.  And the panicked account she had given four years earlier than that, when she appeared alone rather than together with her partner.

“How... how did she know that Walpurgisnacht was coming?  And in such detail?  And that Donz was going to unleash it?  But that makes no sense, everything you said implies she told everyone it was just approaching...”

He didn’t realize he had spoken aloud.  He shook his head.  “S-sorry.  Just... still trying to figure things out.  I know you probably don’t have that answer, but... well, there are a lot of questions surrounding those days.  Thank you again, for... telling me about my sister.  She was an amazing person, from everything I’ve heard.”

Time Conscious Tactics

My arms still hurt…

Stonegit sat in the cold, early afternoon air, the suns warm glowing providing an oddly pleasant contrast as cupped a bowl of soup in his hands. It was his lunch for the day. It had been several days since he had gotten back to his home. But despite Dario and the other healers extremely proficient work, his arms were still incredibly fragile, despite their operability.

Dario…oh man… Stonegit rubbed the back of his neck. That’s going to awkward if…you know what…nah…if he doesn’t recognize me I’ll just leave it be…

He glanced down at his hand, and remembered the sensation of nearly pushing it through Vidar’s head. It’s not like how it was in the old days…with basic healing magic I patched my collarbone up within a few weeks was it? Or was it days? Anyways…the same amount of time, if not more, later after highly potent work from skilled medics, and I hardly want to pat someone on the shoulder…

He curled his fingers tenderly. And…I guess having to kill again…will always be a risk. If I want to keep my line of work…and my life. The thought saddened him But it was what it was. And again…it wasn’t like the way it was before. In a good way this time. Still…between my heart and my arms…and I guess my body getting older as a whole…I’m not going to be able to rely on brute strength anymore. He glanced down at his axe. I might not even be able to properly use her after a while…I’ll need a back up. Something lighter that I can learn to use now, so that by the time I’m eighty or something I’ll still be capable of doing my job…for both my weapon and the way I fight…

Stonegit groaned as he stood up, and scrapped the rest of the thick soup into his mouth. He had an idea of where he could start, and would write a letter to the Hidden Village after his shift. Maybe he could meet someone there who could help him later this week. 

***

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“Judge Donz... Ragnarok...”

Kousuke closed his eyes, remembering the reports he had read through.  A man of that name had visited at the start of Ragnarok, looking for more allies to contract with thinly veiled threats.  Kiri had been at that meeting.  She had already been aware of his nature.  It had not gone smoothly, from what the records stated. 

“I hope he’s dead and gone.  Truly gone,” he stated after a moment.  “It has been twenty years, after all.  Kiri, she... well, we all assumed she died in Ragnarok, or if not that, while fighting a witch,” he rubbed the back of his head, sighing.  “Witches don’t leave bodies.  Ragnarok, well... was Ragnarok.  I just... wanted some better closure.  My parents always suspected her last visit was for more than just a simple family reunion.”

He glanced up, taking in Stonegit’s scar and eye.  He gave a half-smile.  “You may have to tell me more about her and her dealings.  I never knew her, unfortunately... I was born several months after Ragnarok’s start.  Up to you, though I suppose speaking of the dead is not always the most pleasant of first chats.  You said you wanted to learn something from me?” he raised an eyebrow as he took the mug of bubble tea and took a sip.

Time Conscious Tactics

My arms still hurt…

Stonegit sat in the cold, early afternoon air, the suns warm glowing providing an oddly pleasant contrast as cupped a bowl of soup in his hands. It was his lunch for the day. It had been several days since he had gotten back to his home. But despite Dario and the other healers extremely proficient work, his arms were still incredibly fragile, despite their operability.

Dario…oh man… Stonegit rubbed the back of his neck. That’s going to awkward if…you know what…nah…if he doesn’t recognize me I’ll just leave it be…

He glanced down at his hand, and remembered the sensation of nearly pushing it through Vidar’s head. It’s not like how it was in the old days…with basic healing magic I patched my collarbone up within a few weeks was it? Or was it days? Anyways…the same amount of time, if not more, later after highly potent work from skilled medics, and I hardly want to pat someone on the shoulder…

He curled his fingers tenderly. And…I guess having to kill again…will always be a risk. If I want to keep my line of work…and my life. The thought saddened him But it was what it was. And again…it wasn’t like the way it was before. In a good way this time. Still…between my heart and my arms…and I guess my body getting older as a whole…I’m not going to be able to rely on brute strength anymore. He glanced down at his axe. I might not even be able to properly use her after a while…I’ll need a back up. Something lighter that I can learn to use now, so that by the time I’m eighty or something I’ll still be capable of doing my job…for both my weapon and the way I fight…

Stonegit groaned as he stood up, and scrapped the rest of the thick soup into his mouth. He had an idea of where he could start, and would write a letter to the Hidden Village after his shift. Maybe he could meet someone there who could help him later this week. 

***

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[kirithevikingninja]

Kousuke gave a low, slightly bitter laugh.  The man was quite perceptive to have picked up on a familial connection twenty years after the fact.  Judging from everything he knew, this was a man to trust and a man who might have answers.

He sighed and pulled back his hood.  He had always been told that he and his sister had similar faces, despite differences in height and build.  He shook the offered hand, his sharp gaze meeting with the man before him.

“Stonegit Elmiss.  A hero of the rebellion and Ragnarok in the Wilderwest of twenty years ago.  It looks like I’ve come to the right place.  My name is Toshioka Kousuke.  I suppose this means you might be able to tell me what happened to my older sister.”

Time Conscious Tactics

My arms still hurt…

Stonegit sat in the cold, early afternoon air, the suns warm glowing providing an oddly pleasant contrast as cupped a bowl of soup in his hands. It was his lunch for the day. It had been several days since he had gotten back to his home. But despite Dario and the other healers extremely proficient work, his arms were still incredibly fragile, despite their operability.

Dario…oh man… Stonegit rubbed the back of his neck. That’s going to awkward if…you know what…nah…if he doesn’t recognize me I’ll just leave it be…

He glanced down at his hand, and remembered the sensation of nearly pushing it through Vidar’s head. It’s not like how it was in the old days…with basic healing magic I patched my collarbone up within a few weeks was it? Or was it days? Anyways…the same amount of time, if not more, later after highly potent work from skilled medics, and I hardly want to pat someone on the shoulder…

He curled his fingers tenderly. And…I guess having to kill again…will always be a risk. If I want to keep my line of work…and my life. The thought saddened him But it was what it was. And again…it wasn’t like the way it was before. In a good way this time. Still…between my heart and my arms…and I guess my body getting older as a whole…I’m not going to be able to rely on brute strength anymore. He glanced down at his axe. I might not even be able to properly use her after a while…I’ll need a back up. Something lighter that I can learn to use now, so that by the time I’m eighty or something I’ll still be capable of doing my job…for both my weapon and the way I fight…

Stonegit groaned as he stood up, and scrapped the rest of the thick soup into his mouth. He had an idea of where he could start, and would write a letter to the Hidden Village after his shift. Maybe he could meet someone there who could help him later this week. 

***

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[kirithevikingninja]

Kousuke tilted his head curiously.  “Old friend, hmm?  You seem to have seen your share of battles...”

Don’t assume, let the man open himself up.  Let’s see what he can tell.

He chuckled.  “Well!  You said you wished to learn something from me?  What would you, my new old friend, wish to learn from me, a humble traveling bard?  I’ve legend and tale and many a fine, subtle method of tickling a lute, but I daresay I’ve still much to experience in this world.  Especially compared to one such as yourself,” he added, nodding knowingly.

Time Conscious Tactics

My arms still hurt…

Stonegit sat in the cold, early afternoon air, the suns warm glowing providing an oddly pleasant contrast as cupped a bowl of soup in his hands. It was his lunch for the day. It had been several days since he had gotten back to his home. But despite Dario and the other healers extremely proficient work, his arms were still incredibly fragile, despite their operability.

Dario…oh man… Stonegit rubbed the back of his neck. That’s going to awkward if…you know what…nah…if he doesn’t recognize me I’ll just leave it be…

He glanced down at his hand, and remembered the sensation of nearly pushing it through Vidar’s head. It’s not like how it was in the old days…with basic healing magic I patched my collarbone up within a few weeks was it? Or was it days? Anyways…the same amount of time, if not more, later after highly potent work from skilled medics, and I hardly want to pat someone on the shoulder…

He curled his fingers tenderly. And…I guess having to kill again…will always be a risk. If I want to keep my line of work…and my life. The thought saddened him But it was what it was. And again…it wasn’t like the way it was before. In a good way this time. Still…between my heart and my arms…and I guess my body getting older as a whole…I’m not going to be able to rely on brute strength anymore. He glanced down at his axe. I might not even be able to properly use her after a while…I’ll need a back up. Something lighter that I can learn to use now, so that by the time I’m eighty or something I’ll still be capable of doing my job…for both my weapon and the way I fight…

Stonegit groaned as he stood up, and scrapped the rest of the thick soup into his mouth. He had an idea of where he could start, and would write a letter to the Hidden Village after his shift. Maybe he could meet someone there who could help him later this week. 

***

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[kirithevikingninja]

“...if strung with heavenly strings,” Kousuke finished the verse, letting his voice lilt playfully as he released a resonating chord.  Then he grinned and turned to the stranger.  “Hello friend!  A drink is very much appreciated!  And bubble tea for that matter!  You, my friend, have good taste.  Come, sit with me.  I’ve been on the road for some time, and there is much and more I would learn from one such as you, especially if you’re offering me sustenance.”

He could tell gather from a glance who the man might be.  Clearly a fighter, though it seemed the man might be recovering from injury.  And one lazy eye...

He smiled, hiding his satisfaction.  What luck.  He seemed to have found someone who, based on the stories he knew, had been quite acquainted with her...

Time Conscious Tactics

My arms still hurt…

Stonegit sat in the cold, early afternoon air, the suns warm glowing providing an oddly pleasant contrast as cupped a bowl of soup in his hands. It was his lunch for the day. It had been several days since he had gotten back to his home. But despite Dario and the other healers extremely proficient work, his arms were still incredibly fragile, despite their operability.

Dario…oh man… Stonegit rubbed the back of his neck. That’s going to awkward if…you know what…nah…if he doesn’t recognize me I’ll just leave it be…

He glanced down at his hand, and remembered the sensation of nearly pushing it through Vidar’s head. It’s not like how it was in the old days…with basic healing magic I patched my collarbone up within a few weeks was it? Or was it days? Anyways…the same amount of time, if not more, later after highly potent work from skilled medics, and I hardly want to pat someone on the shoulder…

He curled his fingers tenderly. And…I guess having to kill again…will always be a risk. If I want to keep my line of work…and my life. The thought saddened him But it was what it was. And again…it wasn’t like the way it was before. In a good way this time. Still…between my heart and my arms…and I guess my body getting older as a whole…I’m not going to be able to rely on brute strength anymore. He glanced down at his axe. I might not even be able to properly use her after a while…I’ll need a back up. Something lighter that I can learn to use now, so that by the time I’m eighty or something I’ll still be capable of doing my job…for both my weapon and the way I fight…

Stonegit groaned as he stood up, and scrapped the rest of the thick soup into his mouth. He had an idea of where he could start, and would write a letter to the Hidden Village after his shift. Maybe he could meet someone there who could help him later this week. 

***

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[kirithevikingninja]

Toshioka Kousuke, despite his designation as a Viking Ninja, was not fond of the cold.  He pulled his cloak around him as he slipped into the Great Hall which he was well aware was a location quite involved with rebellion. 

He only hoped that he only seemed a simple traveler, his weapons hidden and hood shrouding his features.  Perhaps...

He sat himself by the hearth, warming himself and taking a moment to relax.  Then he smiled and pulled the bundle off his back, loosening the strings of its wrappings. 

With a dramatic flourish, he cast the wrappings beside him, and checked the strings.  Warm plucked tones resonated, then shifted in pitch as he tuned everything down to the proper pitch.  Damn cold, making my poor instrument go sharp.

He paused for a moment, wondering if he should bother.  At the last moment, he shrugged, grabbing a knit cap from his satchel and placing it out for any donations.  And then... he began to play his lute, his gentle baritone voice ringing softly to any who might deign to listen, yet quiet enough to seem introspective to those paying no heed.

“Oh that the learned poets of this time who in a lovesick line so well speak...”

@moe-lazyeye

Time Conscious Tactics

My arms still hurt…

Stonegit sat in the cold, early afternoon air, the suns warm glowing providing an oddly pleasant contrast as cupped a bowl of soup in his hands. It was his lunch for the day. It had been several days since he had gotten back to his home. But despite Dario and the other healers extremely proficient work, his arms were still incredibly fragile, despite their operability.

Dario…oh man… Stonegit rubbed the back of his neck. That’s going to awkward if…you know what…nah…if he doesn’t recognize me I’ll just leave it be…

He glanced down at his hand, and remembered the sensation of nearly pushing it through Vidar’s head. It’s not like how it was in the old days…with basic healing magic I patched my collarbone up within a few weeks was it? Or was it days? Anyways…the same amount of time, if not more, later after highly potent work from skilled medics, and I hardly want to pat someone on the shoulder…

He curled his fingers tenderly. And…I guess having to kill again…will always be a risk. If I want to keep my line of work…and my life. The thought saddened him But it was what it was. And again…it wasn’t like the way it was before. In a good way this time. Still…between my heart and my arms…and I guess my body getting older as a whole…I’m not going to be able to rely on brute strength anymore. He glanced down at his axe. I might not even be able to properly use her after a while…I’ll need a back up. Something lighter that I can learn to use now, so that by the time I’m eighty or something I’ll still be capable of doing my job…for both my weapon and the way I fight…

Stonegit groaned as he stood up, and scrapped the rest of the thick soup into his mouth. He had an idea of where he could start, and would write a letter to the Hidden Village after his shift. Maybe he could meet someone there who could help him later this week. 

***

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[kirithevikingninja]

Lukroar, he bowed.  And, um... sorry for almost eating you.  I will desist from such things upon initial greetings from now on.  There is much I need to learn about the surface world.  Now then!  Let us be off!

Beware, Beware, the Underdweller Comes

Lukroar had never experienced such brightness in his life.

AAAAAAUGH!!  TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF!!!

His telepathic voice boomed outwards, but he knew not if any sentient beings were within range.  By the gods, the surface world was so bright!  Blinding!  Why had he even come above ground in the first place?!

Because the Elder Brain decreed it.  

He pulled his hood over his face and attempted to block out the sun with one spindly, claw-like hand.  The tentacles on his face flared up in his displeasure with such a strange source of immensely powerful light.  It beat down upon his dark grey skin, sapping away at what strength still remained in him.

How long has it been since I’ve fed?  Lowering myself to feed upon the common cave vermin…

He sighed and, still shading his eyes, looked out into the distance of the surface world he had emerged into.  What looked like some form of settlement caught his eye.

I need sustenance… desperately… mayhaps I can find some deserving chap to feed upon.  Oh, to once again taste the delicate flavor of a highly intelligent brain…

With that, Lukroar slipped towards the nearest shadows he could find and began to quietly make his way towards the settlement.

[kirithevikingninja]

Lukroar thought for a moment.  From what this humanoid was implying, anyone who didn’t at least look human was persecuted.  So surface dwellers had their own hierarchy.  Being an illithid would likely cause more than just panic.  Granted, they had fairly good reason to fear him. 

Come with me to the nearest settlement!  He finally beamed.  Help me find a consistent source of sustenance.  A bandit camp, a prison of murderers, perhaps a mage everyone hates? 

Ugh, arcane magic.  Such blasphemy upon this world! 

Beware, Beware, the Underdweller Comes

Lukroar had never experienced such brightness in his life.

AAAAAAUGH!!  TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF!!!

His telepathic voice boomed outwards, but he knew not if any sentient beings were within range.  By the gods, the surface world was so bright!  Blinding!  Why had he even come above ground in the first place?!

Because the Elder Brain decreed it.  

He pulled his hood over his face and attempted to block out the sun with one spindly, claw-like hand.  The tentacles on his face flared up in his displeasure with such a strange source of immensely powerful light.  It beat down upon his dark grey skin, sapping away at what strength still remained in him.

How long has it been since I’ve fed?  Lowering myself to feed upon the common cave vermin…

He sighed and, still shading his eyes, looked out into the distance of the surface world he had emerged into.  What looked like some form of settlement caught his eye.

I need sustenance… desperately… mayhaps I can find some deserving chap to feed upon.  Oh, to once again taste the delicate flavor of a highly intelligent brain…

With that, Lukroar slipped towards the nearest shadows he could find and began to quietly make his way towards the settlement.

[kirithevikingninja]

Imprisoned for being... different?  Visually?  Lukroar scratched his head.  I assume a humanoid with tentacles on his face might look... threatening to humans.  Good to know!  These... Half-Breed sentients, are not deserving.  A large city will have a higher proportion of deserving sentients.  For now though, perhaps if you could point me in the direction of the nearest bandit camp?  Or someone who will?  I’m really feeling rather weak you see, and I do need sustenance.  I will... do my best to curb my hunger in the presence of non-deserving sentients.

Beware, Beware, the Underdweller Comes

Lukroar had never experienced such brightness in his life.

AAAAAAUGH!!  TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF!!!

His telepathic voice boomed outwards, but he knew not if any sentient beings were within range.  By the gods, the surface world was so bright!  Blinding!  Why had he even come above ground in the first place?!

Because the Elder Brain decreed it.  

He pulled his hood over his face and attempted to block out the sun with one spindly, claw-like hand.  The tentacles on his face flared up in his displeasure with such a strange source of immensely powerful light.  It beat down upon his dark grey skin, sapping away at what strength still remained in him.

How long has it been since I’ve fed?  Lowering myself to feed upon the common cave vermin…

He sighed and, still shading his eyes, looked out into the distance of the surface world he had emerged into.  What looked like some form of settlement caught his eye.

I need sustenance… desperately… mayhaps I can find some deserving chap to feed upon.  Oh, to once again taste the delicate flavor of a highly intelligent brain…

With that, Lukroar slipped towards the nearest shadows he could find and began to quietly make his way towards the settlement.

[kirithevikingninja]

Lukroar was intrigued. Executioner? Ah, I had not realized the surface dwellers retained such positions! How often are the condemned executed? I need one brain per month. Ah, I knew sparing you was a good idea!

Beware, Beware, the Underdweller Comes

Lukroar had never experienced such brightness in his life.

AAAAAAUGH!!  TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF!!!

His telepathic voice boomed outwards, but he knew not if any sentient beings were within range.  By the gods, the surface world was so bright!  Blinding!  Why had he even come above ground in the first place?!

Because the Elder Brain decreed it.  

He pulled his hood over his face and attempted to block out the sun with one spindly, claw-like hand.  The tentacles on his face flared up in his displeasure with such a strange source of immensely powerful light.  It beat down upon his dark grey skin, sapping away at what strength still remained in him.

How long has it been since I’ve fed?  Lowering myself to feed upon the common cave vermin…

He sighed and, still shading his eyes, looked out into the distance of the surface world he had emerged into.  What looked like some form of settlement caught his eye.

I need sustenance… desperately… mayhaps I can find some deserving chap to feed upon.  Oh, to once again taste the delicate flavor of a highly intelligent brain…

With that, Lukroar slipped towards the nearest shadows he could find and began to quietly make his way towards the settlement.

[kirithevikingninja]

Lukroar paused. On the one hand, this was potential prey, and it would be fool of him to release it, but...

Ah, but the Elder Brain severed you from the colony for a reason, didn't they...

Just to be sure, he focused his magic briefly upon the hapless being he still held in his tentacled grasp. The humanoid seemed... torn? But genuinely concerned and wishing to help. Interesting. Surface dwellers were very interesting.

With a sigh, he released the prey. Well, at least there was a settlement nearby... maybe he could find some corrupt tax collector... actually...

There, you have been released. You wouldn't happen to know of any local corrupt tax collectors would you?

Beware, Beware, the Underdweller Comes

Lukroar had never experienced such brightness in his life.

AAAAAAUGH!!  TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF!!!

His telepathic voice boomed outwards, but he knew not if any sentient beings were within range.  By the gods, the surface world was so bright!  Blinding!  Why had he even come above ground in the first place?!

Because the Elder Brain decreed it.  

He pulled his hood over his face and attempted to block out the sun with one spindly, claw-like hand.  The tentacles on his face flared up in his displeasure with such a strange source of immensely powerful light.  It beat down upon his dark grey skin, sapping away at what strength still remained in him.

How long has it been since I’ve fed?  Lowering myself to feed upon the common cave vermin…

He sighed and, still shading his eyes, looked out into the distance of the surface world he had emerged into.  What looked like some form of settlement caught his eye.

I need sustenance… desperately… mayhaps I can find some deserving chap to feed upon.  Oh, to once again taste the delicate flavor of a highly intelligent brain…

With that, Lukroar slipped towards the nearest shadows he could find and began to quietly make his way towards the settlement.

[kirithevikingninja]

Lukroar sighed.  This was the problem with sentient beings... always curious and asking questions that would not matter in the long run.  Well, if he was going to be a surface dweller from now on...

I suppose I will need to be blunt... I am an illithid.  We consume the brains of sentient beings.  It is necessary for our survival.  You saying you are a doctor is the only reason I did not extract your brain on the spot.  But see, I’ve not fed and am starving... and I would prefer to feed upon a... deserving... brain than the one of a soul who heals others.  I am also new to the surface world.  You are much better as a resource than as food.  Would you be willing to help a poor starving illithid survive by finding a much more deserving brain to offer than yours?

Beware, Beware, the Underdweller Comes

Lukroar had never experienced such brightness in his life.

AAAAAAUGH!!  TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF!!!

His telepathic voice boomed outwards, but he knew not if any sentient beings were within range.  By the gods, the surface world was so bright!  Blinding!  Why had he even come above ground in the first place?!

Because the Elder Brain decreed it.  

He pulled his hood over his face and attempted to block out the sun with one spindly, claw-like hand.  The tentacles on his face flared up in his displeasure with such a strange source of immensely powerful light.  It beat down upon his dark grey skin, sapping away at what strength still remained in him.

How long has it been since I’ve fed?  Lowering myself to feed upon the common cave vermin…

He sighed and, still shading his eyes, looked out into the distance of the surface world he had emerged into.  What looked like some form of settlement caught his eye.

I need sustenance… desperately… mayhaps I can find some deserving chap to feed upon.  Oh, to once again taste the delicate flavor of a highly intelligent brain…

With that, Lukroar slipped towards the nearest shadows he could find and began to quietly make his way towards the settlement.

[kirithevikingninja]

Lukroar was surprised that the man hadn’t screamed.

I’ve never tried - er, met a human before, he awkwardly answered.  He realized he couldn’t exactly talk about how he’d only heard about their extraordinary taste.  So you’ll need to excuse me.  I don’t think I’ve properly fed in... I guess two months, given how weak I feel?  I need a um... deserving thing to eat.  Rather badly.  Is the village a good place for this?  How’s their defenses?

Beware, Beware, the Underdweller Comes

Lukroar had never experienced such brightness in his life.

AAAAAAUGH!!  TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF!!!

His telepathic voice boomed outwards, but he knew not if any sentient beings were within range.  By the gods, the surface world was so bright!  Blinding!  Why had he even come above ground in the first place?!

Because the Elder Brain decreed it.  

He pulled his hood over his face and attempted to block out the sun with one spindly, claw-like hand.  The tentacles on his face flared up in his displeasure with such a strange source of immensely powerful light.  It beat down upon his dark grey skin, sapping away at what strength still remained in him.

How long has it been since I’ve fed?  Lowering myself to feed upon the common cave vermin…

He sighed and, still shading his eyes, looked out into the distance of the surface world he had emerged into.  What looked like some form of settlement caught his eye.

I need sustenance… desperately… mayhaps I can find some deserving chap to feed upon.  Oh, to once again taste the delicate flavor of a highly intelligent brain…

With that, Lukroar slipped towards the nearest shadows he could find and began to quietly make his way towards the settlement.

[kirithevikingninja]

A doctor?  How... tasty... but perhaps...

Without warning, Lukroar lunged at the man, releasing a focused blast of a stunning psychic blast.  The air rippled in the process as he wrapped the man into a bear hug, the tentacles on his face lurching forward and wrapping around the man’s head to pull him even closer.

I hunger.  I need... sustenance.  Help me... he paused, as he realized that perhaps this had come off much too strongly to his potential information source/prey.  Um... you have a very nice head, he remarked awkwardly as he stroked the man’s forehead with a tentacle.

Beware, Beware, the Underdweller Comes

Lukroar had never experienced such brightness in his life.

AAAAAAUGH!!  TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF!!!

His telepathic voice boomed outwards, but he knew not if any sentient beings were within range.  By the gods, the surface world was so bright!  Blinding!  Why had he even come above ground in the first place?!

Because the Elder Brain decreed it.  

He pulled his hood over his face and attempted to block out the sun with one spindly, claw-like hand.  The tentacles on his face flared up in his displeasure with such a strange source of immensely powerful light.  It beat down upon his dark grey skin, sapping away at what strength still remained in him.

How long has it been since I’ve fed?  Lowering myself to feed upon the common cave vermin…

He sighed and, still shading his eyes, looked out into the distance of the surface world he had emerged into.  What looked like some form of settlement caught his eye.

I need sustenance… desperately… mayhaps I can find some deserving chap to feed upon.  Oh, to once again taste the delicate flavor of a highly intelligent brain…

With that, Lukroar slipped towards the nearest shadows he could find and began to quietly make his way towards the settlement.

[kirithevikingninja]

Lukroar perked up as he saw the lone figure approach him.  He glanced around quickly... no, it didn’t seem like others were nearby.  Perhaps...

He pulled the hood up to shade his features, but even so his tentacles twitched with excitement.  He was so hungry.  He hadn’t eaten a sentient brain in... he couldn’t remember how long.  And here before him walked a free, scrumptious meal - oh, he could just imagine the taste now...

He crouched over, turning towards the figure and focusing his telepathy towards him.

Pl-please... help... help me...

He stumbled a bit, playing up his weakness.

Beware, Beware, the Underdweller Comes

Lukroar had never experienced such brightness in his life.

AAAAAAUGH!!  TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF!!!

His telepathic voice boomed outwards, but he knew not if any sentient beings were within range.  By the gods, the surface world was so bright!  Blinding!  Why had he even come above ground in the first place?!

Because the Elder Brain decreed it.  

He pulled his hood over his face and attempted to block out the sun with one spindly, claw-like hand.  The tentacles on his face flared up in his displeasure with such a strange source of immensely powerful light.  It beat down upon his dark grey skin, sapping away at what strength still remained in him.

How long has it been since I’ve fed?  Lowering myself to feed upon the common cave vermin…

He sighed and, still shading his eyes, looked out into the distance of the surface world he had emerged into.  What looked like some form of settlement caught his eye.

I need sustenance… desperately… mayhaps I can find some deserving chap to feed upon.  Oh, to once again taste the delicate flavor of a highly intelligent brain…

With that, Lukroar slipped towards the nearest shadows he could find and began to quietly make his way towards the settlement.

[kirithevikingninja]

Beware, Beware, the Underdweller Comes

Lukroar had never experienced such brightness in his life.

AAAAAAUGH!!  TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF!!!

His telepathic voice boomed outwards, but he knew not if any sentient beings were within range.  By the gods, the surface world was so bright!  Blinding!  Why had he even come above ground in the first place?!

Because the Elder Brain decreed it.  

He pulled his hood over his face and attempted to block out the sun with one spindly, claw-like hand.  The tentacles on his face flared up in his displeasure with such a strange source of immensely powerful light.  It beat down upon his dark grey skin, sapping away at what strength still remained in him.

How long has it been since I’ve fed?  Lowering myself to feed upon the common cave vermin...

He sighed and, still shading his eyes, looked out into the distance of the surface world he had emerged into.  What looked like some form of settlement caught his eye.

I need sustenance... desperately... mayhaps I can find some deserving chap to feed upon.  Oh, to once again taste the delicate flavor of a highly intelligent brain...

With that, Lukroar slipped towards the nearest shadows he could find and began to quietly make his way towards the settlement.