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The ghaik released him as it panicked and trashed around hopelessly, screaming, screeching, gurgling like the wounded beast it was. The ghaik's managed to cause a few bruises, but compared to the pain in his arm, hand, and face, this was nothing. Breathing through his half-eaten nose was excruciating, though, and it was a good thing that the fight was nearly over. Helios didn't waste this opportunity, taking hold of the two tentacles that were left. He hold them together with one hand, close to the tip, away from the mouth, the teeth, and the flesh-dissolving saliva. He ordered in a threatening whisper : "Surrender, ghaik, and I might let you keep these."

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Dahlia knelt beside the corpse of the young woman, observing the grisly sight before her. This was the latest victim of the killer that she was trying to catch, and they always had a gruesome, clearly agonizing death. She glanced at the sobbing man standing nearby, the girl’s father. He had been the one to discover the body. She could feel the distress coming off of him and did her best to not let it overwhelm her. The hardest part of being an illithid, for Dahlia at least, was controlling her emotions and blocking out the thoughts and feelings of others.

Her mind brushed against Jaheira’s, silently getting her attention. The leader of the Harpers let her in, and she asked, ‘Do you think I should try Speak with Dead?’

Jaheira paused, then said in a whisper, “No. I doubt you’ll learn anything you don’t already know.”

Dahlia sighed with frustration, agreeing with her. None of the other victims knew their attacker. The only information she’d gotten was that their murderer was a githyanki, and he was after Dahlia. She suspected the gith was one of Vlaakith’s—she had defied the gith Queen at every turn and she knew that Vlaakith must have hated her.

Still, why kill innocent people if he wanted Dahlia? Why not just confront her? It seemed strange to her—and absolutely infuriated the normally sweet-natured mind flayer. She was angry, both at the killer and at herself for not having caught him yet.

‘Yes, you’re right,’ she said to Jaheira. ‘I just wish there was something more I could do!’ How many more times would she have to tell a victim’s family that she would bring the killer to justice while having no real leads to follow?

Jaheira seemed to sense Dahlia’s frustration. She put a hand on her shoulder and said, “You won’t get anywhere by getting angry about it. Focus; we’ll solve this, and find the killer.”

Dahlia took a deep breath and nodded. I hope you’re right about that, she thought.

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Waring : gore & mutilation The fog would not last for long, and Helios had to act fast. Finally, after a short but exhausting struggle, the ghaik let go of its weapon, choosing to attack him with tentacles instead. He saw the tentacles getting closer to his face, but ignored it, focusing on getting the collar fixed on its belt and to clasp it around his target neck. He heard the satisfying metallic noise indicating that the collar was safely in place, and that the ghaik wouldn't be able to use psionics until Helios decided to free it, just as the tentacles closed on his head and tightened. Sharp teeth missed his good eye by an inch only ; a chance, he thought, despite his skin peeling because of the digestive acid and his nose being partially teared apart from his face.

In the dark, moist embrace, he couldn't see anything. Yet, he groped for his knife in the dark, and when he found it, he gripped tightly the tentacles in one hand, and severed them with the other. One cut was enough to completely sever one of the tentacle. The second cut was not as efficient : the tentacle stayed attached to the ghaik face, though only by a thin slice of skin that kept getting thinner as the severed appendice was attracted toward the ground by gravity. Silver blood spilled beautifully, in a spectacle that never failed to rejoice Helios' cruel heart, despite the two tentacles left around his own head.

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Dahlia knelt beside the corpse of the young woman, observing the grisly sight before her. This was the latest victim of the killer that she was trying to catch, and they always had a gruesome, clearly agonizing death. She glanced at the sobbing man standing nearby, the girl’s father. He had been the one to discover the body. She could feel the distress coming off of him and did her best to not let it overwhelm her. The hardest part of being an illithid, for Dahlia at least, was controlling her emotions and blocking out the thoughts and feelings of others.

Her mind brushed against Jaheira’s, silently getting her attention. The leader of the Harpers let her in, and she asked, ‘Do you think I should try Speak with Dead?’

Jaheira paused, then said in a whisper, “No. I doubt you’ll learn anything you don’t already know.”

Dahlia sighed with frustration, agreeing with her. None of the other victims knew their attacker. The only information she’d gotten was that their murderer was a githyanki, and he was after Dahlia. She suspected the gith was one of Vlaakith’s—she had defied the gith Queen at every turn and she knew that Vlaakith must have hated her.

Still, why kill innocent people if he wanted Dahlia? Why not just confront her? It seemed strange to her—and absolutely infuriated the normally sweet-natured mind flayer. She was angry, both at the killer and at herself for not having caught him yet.

‘Yes, you’re right,’ she said to Jaheira. ‘I just wish there was something more I could do!’ How many more times would she have to tell a victim’s family that she would bring the killer to justice while having no real leads to follow?

Jaheira seemed to sense Dahlia’s frustration. She put a hand on her shoulder and said, “You won’t get anywhere by getting angry about it. Focus; we’ll solve this, and find the killer.”

Dahlia took a deep breath and nodded. I hope you’re right about that, she thought.

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Warning : violence & gore Helios let himself fall, his sword encountering the trident once again, with a burst of angry sparks. Some of them flared against his already burned fingers, eating at his skin, letting the bones appears in tiny white dots among red. But his muscles still answered and he pressed on, forcing the ghaik to stay in this disadvantageous position. He placed one of his knee on the side of its body, for support, while his other knee violently pushed against the ghaik stomach. He pressed on it with all his body weight, trying to make it loose its breath -and its control over its weapon. "Underestimating your betters, ghaik ?" he teased with a cruel smirk, ready to send the ghaik's trident flying away as soon as it would loose its focus.

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Dahlia knelt beside the corpse of the young woman, observing the grisly sight before her. This was the latest victim of the killer that she was trying to catch, and they always had a gruesome, clearly agonizing death. She glanced at the sobbing man standing nearby, the girl’s father. He had been the one to discover the body. She could feel the distress coming off of him and did her best to not let it overwhelm her. The hardest part of being an illithid, for Dahlia at least, was controlling her emotions and blocking out the thoughts and feelings of others.

Her mind brushed against Jaheira’s, silently getting her attention. The leader of the Harpers let her in, and she asked, ‘Do you think I should try Speak with Dead?’

Jaheira paused, then said in a whisper, “No. I doubt you’ll learn anything you don’t already know.”

Dahlia sighed with frustration, agreeing with her. None of the other victims knew their attacker. The only information she’d gotten was that their murderer was a githyanki, and he was after Dahlia. She suspected the gith was one of Vlaakith’s—she had defied the gith Queen at every turn and she knew that Vlaakith must have hated her.

Still, why kill innocent people if he wanted Dahlia? Why not just confront her? It seemed strange to her—and absolutely infuriated the normally sweet-natured mind flayer. She was angry, both at the killer and at herself for not having caught him yet.

‘Yes, you’re right,’ she said to Jaheira. ‘I just wish there was something more I could do!’ How many more times would she have to tell a victim’s family that she would bring the killer to justice while having no real leads to follow?

Jaheira seemed to sense Dahlia’s frustration. She put a hand on her shoulder and said, “You won’t get anywhere by getting angry about it. Focus; we’ll solve this, and find the killer.”

Dahlia took a deep breath and nodded. I hope you’re right about that, she thought.

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The sword landed heavily on the trident, but it had never been Helios's true goal. He leaned forward, placed his ankle behind the illithid's own ankle, and pulled it toward himself with all his strength. The ghaik, meek thing that it was -though it seemed stronger than usual illithid- stumbled, loosing its precious balance, with no psionics to stabilize it.

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Dahlia knelt beside the corpse of the young woman, observing the grisly sight before her. This was the latest victim of the killer that she was trying to catch, and they always had a gruesome, clearly agonizing death. She glanced at the sobbing man standing nearby, the girl’s father. He had been the one to discover the body. She could feel the distress coming off of him and did her best to not let it overwhelm her. The hardest part of being an illithid, for Dahlia at least, was controlling her emotions and blocking out the thoughts and feelings of others.

Her mind brushed against Jaheira’s, silently getting her attention. The leader of the Harpers let her in, and she asked, ‘Do you think I should try Speak with Dead?’

Jaheira paused, then said in a whisper, “No. I doubt you’ll learn anything you don’t already know.”

Dahlia sighed with frustration, agreeing with her. None of the other victims knew their attacker. The only information she’d gotten was that their murderer was a githyanki, and he was after Dahlia. She suspected the gith was one of Vlaakith’s—she had defied the gith Queen at every turn and she knew that Vlaakith must have hated her.

Still, why kill innocent people if he wanted Dahlia? Why not just confront her? It seemed strange to her—and absolutely infuriated the normally sweet-natured mind flayer. She was angry, both at the killer and at herself for not having caught him yet.

‘Yes, you’re right,’ she said to Jaheira. ‘I just wish there was something more I could do!’ How many more times would she have to tell a victim’s family that she would bring the killer to justice while having no real leads to follow?

Jaheira seemed to sense Dahlia’s frustration. She put a hand on her shoulder and said, “You won’t get anywhere by getting angry about it. Focus; we’ll solve this, and find the killer.”

Dahlia took a deep breath and nodded. I hope you’re right about that, she thought.

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"It is my lucky day, it seems ! For once, the ghaik I am pursuing is coming throwing itself directly into my claws," he bragged, licking his lips, tasting his own blood with delight. He didn't gave any warnings. Nor did he gave any answers about his motive. The ghaik would learn quickly enough what the Queen wanted with it, anyway, when brought in front of her. It would be tied up like a pretty gift, perhaps with a few less limbs - Helios had a particular fondness for cutting ghaik flesh, and couldn't wait for this mission to be finished so he could go back at that. The citizen of this city were so much less... entertaining. He threw one of the smoke bomb he had made -filled with a particular mixture of mushrooms, it would prevent any psionics to be used - and ran toward the ghaik, intending to trip it and make it fall on the ground, while pretending to strike with his sword.

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Dahlia knelt beside the corpse of the young woman, observing the grisly sight before her. This was the latest victim of the killer that she was trying to catch, and they always had a gruesome, clearly agonizing death. She glanced at the sobbing man standing nearby, the girl’s father. He had been the one to discover the body. She could feel the distress coming off of him and did her best to not let it overwhelm her. The hardest part of being an illithid, for Dahlia at least, was controlling her emotions and blocking out the thoughts and feelings of others.

Her mind brushed against Jaheira’s, silently getting her attention. The leader of the Harpers let her in, and she asked, ‘Do you think I should try Speak with Dead?’

Jaheira paused, then said in a whisper, “No. I doubt you’ll learn anything you don’t already know.”

Dahlia sighed with frustration, agreeing with her. None of the other victims knew their attacker. The only information she’d gotten was that their murderer was a githyanki, and he was after Dahlia. She suspected the gith was one of Vlaakith’s—she had defied the gith Queen at every turn and she knew that Vlaakith must have hated her.

Still, why kill innocent people if he wanted Dahlia? Why not just confront her? It seemed strange to her—and absolutely infuriated the normally sweet-natured mind flayer. She was angry, both at the killer and at herself for not having caught him yet.

‘Yes, you’re right,’ she said to Jaheira. ‘I just wish there was something more I could do!’ How many more times would she have to tell a victim’s family that she would bring the killer to justice while having no real leads to follow?

Jaheira seemed to sense Dahlia’s frustration. She put a hand on her shoulder and said, “You won’t get anywhere by getting angry about it. Focus; we’ll solve this, and find the killer.”

Dahlia took a deep breath and nodded. I hope you’re right about that, she thought.

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"YOU !" The scream was full of rage and frustration. A relative of his soon-to-be-dead victim, perhaps...?

Or a hero-wanna-be who was seeming at the thought of injustice ? A wicked grin stretched across Helios's face, but before he could turn toward his opponent, he felt something coming toward him. Fast.

He leaned backward, just in time. Electric sparks burnt him as the trident passed close to him. The weapon hit the ground instead, and exploded. Helios tried to protect himself from the blast with his non-wielding sword arm - a mistake. His arm got burnt and torn, twisted and cracked. His chest-plate as well got greatly damaged - but at least, protected him from more harm No matter what others might say, he was still a githyanki, though, and could fight through pain, even when it became excruciating. He faced his opponent, his sword hold tight in his healthy hand, a mocking remark on his lips when he realized what was facing him. Could it be...? Was he really so lucky ? After searching in vain for weeks, his prey, facing him of its own accord...? He would have to make sure. "What a surprise... ! Are you the hero of the city ?" he asked, with the light tone one would use to speak of the weather, as he played with his sword, making it turn around with a flick of his wrist "Coming to rescue your little citizens from the evil bad githyanki ?"

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Dahlia knelt beside the corpse of the young woman, observing the grisly sight before her. This was the latest victim of the killer that she was trying to catch, and they always had a gruesome, clearly agonizing death. She glanced at the sobbing man standing nearby, the girl’s father. He had been the one to discover the body. She could feel the distress coming off of him and did her best to not let it overwhelm her. The hardest part of being an illithid, for Dahlia at least, was controlling her emotions and blocking out the thoughts and feelings of others.

Her mind brushed against Jaheira’s, silently getting her attention. The leader of the Harpers let her in, and she asked, ‘Do you think I should try Speak with Dead?’

Jaheira paused, then said in a whisper, “No. I doubt you’ll learn anything you don’t already know.”

Dahlia sighed with frustration, agreeing with her. None of the other victims knew their attacker. The only information she’d gotten was that their murderer was a githyanki, and he was after Dahlia. She suspected the gith was one of Vlaakith’s—she had defied the gith Queen at every turn and she knew that Vlaakith must have hated her.

Still, why kill innocent people if he wanted Dahlia? Why not just confront her? It seemed strange to her—and absolutely infuriated the normally sweet-natured mind flayer. She was angry, both at the killer and at herself for not having caught him yet.

‘Yes, you’re right,’ she said to Jaheira. ‘I just wish there was something more I could do!’ How many more times would she have to tell a victim’s family that she would bring the killer to justice while having no real leads to follow?

Jaheira seemed to sense Dahlia’s frustration. She put a hand on her shoulder and said, “You won’t get anywhere by getting angry about it. Focus; we’ll solve this, and find the killer.”

Dahlia took a deep breath and nodded. I hope you’re right about that, she thought.

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(Warning : more torture and murder) A new victim, already - a passer-by, who had taken the unwise decision to wander through secluded streets, alone. And the even more unwise decision to not answer satisfyingly to Helios's questions. The feeble human was running away, trying to reach the main street. He was probably trying to call for help -not that anyone there would be able to stop a proper githyanki warrior, but it would be entertaining at least. The man kept holding his stomach as he ran, probably trying to stop his organs from slipping out. His calls for help were barely audible - weak gurgling sounds. Helios caught up to him and tripped him. The man fell to the ground with a mix of dry and wet noises -nose cracking and blood tainting the stones. Carelessly, Helios pressed his boot on the man back, until the man organs started to spill, until the man attempts to form words ceased - weak screams and heavy breathing the only sounds left.

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Dahlia knelt beside the corpse of the young woman, observing the grisly sight before her. This was the latest victim of the killer that she was trying to catch, and they always had a gruesome, clearly agonizing death. She glanced at the sobbing man standing nearby, the girl’s father. He had been the one to discover the body. She could feel the distress coming off of him and did her best to not let it overwhelm her. The hardest part of being an illithid, for Dahlia at least, was controlling her emotions and blocking out the thoughts and feelings of others.

Her mind brushed against Jaheira’s, silently getting her attention. The leader of the Harpers let her in, and she asked, ‘Do you think I should try Speak with Dead?’

Jaheira paused, then said in a whisper, “No. I doubt you’ll learn anything you don’t already know.”

Dahlia sighed with frustration, agreeing with her. None of the other victims knew their attacker. The only information she’d gotten was that their murderer was a githyanki, and he was after Dahlia. She suspected the gith was one of Vlaakith’s—she had defied the gith Queen at every turn and she knew that Vlaakith must have hated her.

Still, why kill innocent people if he wanted Dahlia? Why not just confront her? It seemed strange to her—and absolutely infuriated the normally sweet-natured mind flayer. She was angry, both at the killer and at herself for not having caught him yet.

‘Yes, you’re right,’ she said to Jaheira. ‘I just wish there was something more I could do!’ How many more times would she have to tell a victim’s family that she would bring the killer to justice while having no real leads to follow?

Jaheira seemed to sense Dahlia’s frustration. She put a hand on her shoulder and said, “You won’t get anywhere by getting angry about it. Focus; we’ll solve this, and find the killer.”

Dahlia took a deep breath and nodded. I hope you’re right about that, she thought.

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(warning : murder & torture)

The man pleaded and screamed, as Helios cut apart his wife in front of him. Still, this human didn't say anything about the illithid who was living in this city. Perhaps he truly didn't know anything about it, like he had repeatedly told Helios. Useless istiks. They didn't seem to know anything. At least, if they had fought back skillfully, it would have been entertaining. But they seemed unable to, weaklings that they were. As soon as he stepped on them, breaking their ribs under his boots, they broke down, screaming and wailing, incoherent pleads on their lips. That's why he disliked human slaves - they couldn't endure anything and died quickly.

This mission was starting to get extremely frustrating. He had been tracking this illithid for weeks - and he still knew nothing new. The city was big, unfamiliar, filled with annoying *locals*. The thought of staying longer was torturous - and yet, to let go of this opportunity to impress the Queen, to climb in the hierarchy... Unthinkable. He gutted the man, quickly and efficiently, and winced when blood splattered on his boots -crafted for him by a renowned mlar. He wiped it on the corpse's clothes. Tasteless bland clothes. Everything was tasteless and boring in this house - except, perhaps, the beautiful silver earrings that the woman was wearing. He tore them apart from the corpse, admiring the way her blood completed the delicate pieces of jewelry. At least, this had not been a complete waste of his time.

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Dahlia knelt beside the corpse of the young woman, observing the grisly sight before her. This was the latest victim of the killer that she was trying to catch, and they always had a gruesome, clearly agonizing death. She glanced at the sobbing man standing nearby, the girl’s father. He had been the one to discover the body. She could feel the distress coming off of him and did her best to not let it overwhelm her. The hardest part of being an illithid, for Dahlia at least, was controlling her emotions and blocking out the thoughts and feelings of others.

Her mind brushed against Jaheira’s, silently getting her attention. The leader of the Harpers let her in, and she asked, ‘Do you think I should try Speak with Dead?’

Jaheira paused, then said in a whisper, “No. I doubt you’ll learn anything you don’t already know.”

Dahlia sighed with frustration, agreeing with her. None of the other victims knew their attacker. The only information she’d gotten was that their murderer was a githyanki, and he was after Dahlia. She suspected the gith was one of Vlaakith’s—she had defied the gith Queen at every turn and she knew that Vlaakith must have hated her.

Still, why kill innocent people if he wanted Dahlia? Why not just confront her? It seemed strange to her—and absolutely infuriated the normally sweet-natured mind flayer. She was angry, both at the killer and at herself for not having caught him yet.

‘Yes, you’re right,’ she said to Jaheira. ‘I just wish there was something more I could do!’ How many more times would she have to tell a victim’s family that she would bring the killer to justice while having no real leads to follow?

Jaheira seemed to sense Dahlia’s frustration. She put a hand on her shoulder and said, “You won’t get anywhere by getting angry about it. Focus; we’ll solve this, and find the killer.”

Dahlia took a deep breath and nodded. I hope you’re right about that, she thought.

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Anyone want to start a roleplay ? I have both githyankis and illithids / mind flayers characters !

It could be any genre of roleplay (adventure, romance, mystery, ...), and I'm very flexible on the format/platform ! (though, I have a preference for making a private server on discord !) Like usual, I only roleplay with people over 18 years old, and my work rhythm is very erratic so I might answer very slowly sometimes !

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Yalghahoon's experiment - Week 3

An illithid RP game. Each week, vote and decide what the main character should do next !

[ First week | Previous week ]

Your answer : Nod

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You nod, your eyes still closed.

The voice speak again :

"The subject seems to understand my instructions but fail to speak or to open eyes. Whether it is due to an unreported ocular injury or due to a fear of being enthralled through eye contact is yet to be determined. Similarly, whether the subject is able to speak or not has yet to be determined."

"Subject B43, open your eyes and speak your name -or your matriculate if you don't have a name. It is an order."

What do you do ?

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Vote here !

The votes will be closed on friday morning, to leave me enough time to write/draw !

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Yalghahoon's experiment - Week 2

An illithid RP game. Each week, vote and decide what the main character should do next !

[ First week | Previous week ]

Your answer : Hum back and touch whatever clings to your arms

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You keep your eyes closed.

You clumsily try to reach for the things around your arms. The constraints are strong and unyielding but you manage to loosen them a bit by moving gently and slowly.

You act as inconspicuously as you can, brushing the tip of your fingers against it. It's rubbery and viscous, covered in a slimy, sticky substance reminiscent of a carnivorous plant's glue.

It doesn't react at all when being touched.

Someone -or something- is still humming softly, undisturbed, a few feet from your position. You decide to take a risk and answer. You hum back, trying to imitate the melody, synchronizing your voice with theirs.

The song stop abruptly. The silence is heavy and you have the distinct sensation of being observed.

Suddenly, you hear a voice, with a nasal sonority, echoing in your head in unnatural ways :

"Day 1, Experience B43 : the subject is waking up and showing promising signs. They have either attempted to communicate peacefully, or have demonstrated an interest for music. Either way, this is a positive improvement from B41's screaming. I will now attempt to communicate with the subject and assess their ability and willingness to receive directions."

A brief pause.

"Subject B43, do you understand me ?"

What do you do ?

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Vote here !

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1rVjTBgmLbBSpuQUpqy-RdP5Ej7p5JicAxzUtLlOfQ2k/edit?usp=sharing

The votes will be closed on friday morning, to leave me enough time to write/draw !

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A letter has been delivered to the Society of Friendly Illithids. The envelope is blank, but the letter itself is written on a luxurious white paper - and signed in Qualith.

Have you or someone you love been turned into an illithid? Desperately searching for non-evil companions? Seeking a community of Friendly Illithids where you can feel at home?

Join the

SOCIETY OF FRIENDLY TEMPERED ILLITHIDS

S.O.F.T Illithids work together to find community and a place in the world as more than brain-hungry antagonists.

USE YOUR POWERS FOR GOOD.

HELP US DISCOVER ETHICAL FOOD SOURCES.

BUILD A COMMUNITY WHERE YOU CAN THIRVE AS YOUR TRUE, EVOLVED SELF.

Join the S.O.F.T Illithids today!

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Yalghahoon's experiment - Week 1

A RP game about illithids ! Each week, you, the audience, will choose collectively what the protagonist will do. Will you try to escape from Yalgahoon's clutches or will you help it understand romance (for nefarious purpose) ? /!\ You have to be over 18 to play this game. - - - -

A pair of cruel yellow eyes, shining in the darkness.

It was the last thing you saw before your mind was violently assaulted and you fainted.

You wake up with a slight headache.

You don't need to open your eyes to know that something went awfully wrong.

The ground is soft, in a way that could be comforting if it wasn't such a disturbing sensation. You feel something viscous and strong around your arms.

You hear someone (something ?) hums a tune that you don't recognize.

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[ Next week ]

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A mysterious voice echoes through the air, though the person speaking is nowhere in sight. The voice is deep and emotionless. Eorand Galdriu Ultriox... A fine name, though a tad long to my taste. I heard that you were afflicted by a very specific... problem. A little intruder in your skull, more precisely ? @thedragonbornedruid

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A new roleplay game will start next week !

Those who knows me know that I love to explore different formats for roleplay ! From the classic one person roleplaying with another person, to the asymetrical TTRPGs with their dungeon master, to the discords and forums where a lot of characters/writers interact together... But there is one format I have never tried before :

A story is happening, a main character have choices to make : the audience can decide what they will do. Each week, the comment with the most likes will determine what the character does ! I initially intended to have the game happens on both Twitter and Tumblr. There is a slight problem, though... Comments can not be liked or upvoted on Tumblr !

So, I am wondering :

( I'm tagging this post with illithid and mind flayer, because this will be what this RP game is about and I want the opinion of the fellow fans who might play it ! ;) )

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This was nothing he wasn't used to. Facing a pureblood wizard, in their extravagantly decorated manor, and watching them try to figure out why the name "Snape" was unfamiliar to them. Some of them had the decency to consider that Severus might have been foreigner. Most quickly realized that it was simply not a wizarding name at all. Their expression morphed quickly, then, sometimes to disgust and annoyance. Sometimes to pity and contempt, like it was the case, right now. And as much as it irritated him, Severus had to admit it could be useful. If Severus was lucky, this man would be the kind of arrogant stuck-up snob who liked to be seen as charitable. Which meant he would help the poor, lost half-blood student if Severus could keep his own attitude in check for long enough.

When the man presented himself as a prince and a god, he realized with bitter disappointment that this would be more difficult than expected. Great, another lunatic with delusion of grandeur. The man seemed even more insufferable and full of himself than the purebloods he was used to frequent, and this was saying something. Even Lucius is not eccentric enough to call himself a god of mischief.

He only hopped that this didn't meant the man was inclined to play pranks. Yet, it would be better to play along. For now, at least. He took, with one hand, the offered cup with a polite nod. He kept his wand in his other hand, trying to make it look like he simply, negligently forgot about it. "I am not here on purpose," he answered evenly, carefully weighting each word. "I am a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and was on school ground a few minutes ago. There must have been a magical incident, and I was transported here. Against my will." He pretended to drink from the cup, letting the unidentified liquid come very close to his lips without touching it. He discretely sniffed it. In these kind of situations, his training in potions and his acute sense of smell came in handy.

Severus didn't knew what an Asgardian was, but it was now clear to him that his situation was dire. The man, whose name he still didn't knew, was obviously annoyed to have Severus in what must have been his propriety. And Severus had met enough purebloods to know that they tended to ignore the laws when it came to dealing with intruders. In other words, he needed to defuse the situation before the man lost any patience he had left. "Severus Snape, sir," he answered, as politely as he could. He knew he sounded more snappish and irritated than what he should, but he was never really good at smiling or talking into a sweet tone. Not like Lucius, or Narcissa or Lily...

He tried to look as nonthreatening as possible, adverting his gaze, hunching to make himself look smaller, harmless. He kept a firm grip on his lowered wand, though, ready to fight if the man refused to listen to reason. (Sorry I took so long to answer ! I got really busy ! >< But I love this RP, I'm having a lot of fun with it !) @i-wish-to-rule-this-world

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Severus didn't knew what an Asgardian was, but it was now clear to him that his situation was dire. The man, whose name he still didn't knew, was obviously annoyed to have Severus in what must have been his propriety. And Severus had met enough purebloods to know that they tended to ignore the laws when it came to dealing with intruders. In other words, he needed to defuse the situation before the man lost any patience he had left. "Severus Snape, sir," he answered, as politely as he could. He knew he sounded more snappish and irritated than what he should, but he was never really good at smiling or talking into a sweet tone. Not like Lucius, or Narcissa or Lily...

He tried to look as nonthreatening as possible, adverting his gaze, hunching to make himself look smaller, harmless. He kept a firm grip on his lowered wand, though, ready to fight if the man refused to listen to reason. (Sorry I took so long to answer ! I got really busy ! >< But I love this RP, I'm having a lot of fun with it !) @i-wish-to-rule-this-world

Bloody hell... Where am I ?

Open : To anyone over 18

(Simply reblog with your text if you want to RP!)

Context : Severus Snape is in his last year of Howgart when he got transported to another place/time/dimension. Where ? You choose ! Does your character know who Severus is ? Your choice as well !

"... it's the same bloody plant, Mul..." The young man stopped abruptly, realizing that his dormmate, who he was talking to, was not standing next to him anymore.

Shoulders hunched protectively, eyes darting back and forth in search of an enemy, he wiped out his wand, ready to strike.

He seemed dangerous, in a eerie way. Like a cornered beast, ready to kill to escape. And yet, in some other aspects, he was very similar to a normal, panicked teenager, clenching his worn-down books against his chest.

"What... Where...?", he mumbled for himself, turning around, finally noticing that there was someone standing close to him.