#tentacled eldritch horrors (mind flayers)

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[the-twisted-tales-tavern]

Fucked Stupid 7A: All of Pyrrha’s martial prowess is wasted as she finds herself helplessly dominated by her mind flayer opponent and his intent on making her his…

...why had she come into this cavern, again? Pyrrha's mind swirled as she tried to find the answer, to remember what it was. She'd come here with a purpose—on a mission, and not a peaceful one, either. Why else would she have brought her warspear and armor along with her? Even if she didn't have them on her, she had still brought them along...but why did she...

You needed to protect yourself~ on your way to me~

Pyrrha jerked as she felt something thrust hard into her, and she groaned as the words tumbled through her mind. Was...was that it? Her green eyes rolled in her skull a bit as she tried to remember—her hands grasping at the firm rocks and roots that ran along the cavern wall she was pressed up against, struggling to hold herself together. That...didn't feel right...

But it is right~ the voice replied, and she felt the thrusting plow even harder into her, and a firm smack suddenly as a hand came down to smack across her clit and hold her down. You came to join me, but these caverns are dangerous, so you brought your protection to keep yourself safe~ now that you're here, you won't need them again~

The former arena champion arched and groaned, a hand leaving the handhold she'd been gripping to instead latch her hand around the wrist of the one at her mound. Yes...yes, now...now it was making sense...she groaned again, her eyes still rolling a bit in her skull, before lifting up to focus on the being that was plowing into her. This...this was what she'd come here for...for him...

The tentacled visage of the illithid looming over her seemed to curl in and twisk in what she could only assume was a grin of approval, and she felt the being's powerful hips buck even harder into hers, the wet clap of flesh on flesh resounding through the darkened cavern. That's right, my dear~ you made it here, safe and sound~ and you'll never have to worry about anything else, ever again~

Pyrrha shuddered at his tone, but knew in her heart he spoke true—her lips parting in only the barest of moans as she watched his tentacled visage loom slowly closer and closer to her, the tendrils starting to swirl and surround her, and pull her into a blissful embrace.

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[no-more-tales-tavern]

@delugedecade sent: "Drunk on Lust 1C : Desperate for coin, Ururaka Ochako takes on a quest to claim treasure from the Crypt of the Mind Flayers."

Drunk on Lust: 1C

She was aware of the dangers going into this crypt. The Mind Flayers were a race of beings that were notorious for their ruthless domination and terrifying eldritch powers. Going up against them was a fool’s errand…but five-thousand gold was a very hard bargain not to take.

In the end, Uraraka took the job without a second thought and rushed off, hoping she wouldn’t run into any Mind Flayers in the depths.

“MmmmfuckfuckfuckfuckFUckFUCKFUCK~!!” the young wizard cried out, her eyes rolling back as she felt the massive tentacled dick slamming hard and fast into her cunt. Her body shook as another powerful climax ripped through her body, and she let out a lewd moan as her gaze weakly lifted to the being holding her up by her tangled, wild hair.

She had not succeeded in avoiding the Mind Flayers—in fact, she had barely made it more than three rooms into the crypt before one of the tentacles horrors had captured her and flung her hard into the stone wall. Dazed and confused, she was utterly helpless as the figure ripped her clothes from off her body, shoved her down onto a nearby table, and proceeded to punish her for her intrusion.

She moaned as the Mind Flayer tugged harder on her hair, his hips slamming so hard and rough into hers as he did, and she shuddered as she watched the tentacles of his face stretch towards her. She didn’t want this—but she was helpless to stop, lips parting in a moan that was silenced by the tentacles shoving down her throats

[Don’t fight it, little whore~] the voice rumbled through her mind, as two more of the creature’s slimy tendrils slithered up to brush against her ears. [Just give in~ take your punishment, and accept your new purpose~]

Uraraka only offered the most muffled and subdued of moans in reply, before she felt the tentacles thrust hard into her ears, shoving into her brain, her eyes rolled back, body jerking with a sudden climax. She moaned, mewling, her body relaxing…and slowly, dutifully, she began to suck on the tentacles thrusting down her throat.

On the upside, she would never need to worry about money ever again.

[hansdampfinallengassen]

An alluring illithid.

[dream-menagerie]

A floating brain with prehensile eyes which roam in search of food. Perhaps the stinger is used to puncture the cranium of its prey, so that its tender lips may suck out the sweet grey matter.

[erikiara80]

What are your favorite theories?

Ciao, anon!

1) Well, my absolute favorite theory is that Will has powers.

I'm not sure about creation powers, but I believe he has a power connected to lights/elecricity. And Truesight/shadow walking. I also agree with the theory that Will created the fog that hid the demodogs in the tunnels in S2, because later Mike tells him that during a game he saved the party by casting Fog Cloud.

The connection to Henry/MF/UD, and him being able to spy Henry and maybe even convince him to not destroy the world is cool, really, but imo is not enough for his character, narratively speaking.

Also, it doesn't matter if Will and El are actually siblings. They've been paralleled each other from episode one. They are the Wonder Twins of ST, imo it would be weird if one of them has super powers but the other is just a victim who needs protection. Plus, Will having powers is the type of plot twist the Duffers said they love: the one you should see coming.

2) Love the theory that Will's powers are blocked. At first I thought he had the Soteria in his neck, but Pinkeoni's theory is better. We actually saw what took his powers and when it happened.

When he coughed up the slug. It would be a cool parallel with El. She lost her powers AFTER she killed that thing in her leg. So maybe the same happened to Will. The only weird thing is that it's after he coughed up the slug and supposedly lost his powers that he had the first vision of the UD. So, maybe... it's because when the UD took his powers, the connection between them began?

3) And I LOVE the theory that Will is already in a trance at the end of S4. I talk about it here but other people talked about it first. This theory is awesome because Will in a trance would make the ending of S4 even more dramatic, and S5 would begin with a plot twist! Epic.

4) The Mind Flayer as a living being. A sort of cosmic plant or fungus. Not necessarily evil. But dangerous. Especially after it merged with Henry into (imo) an Elder Brain. I think of it as a Langolier (in the SK novella, they're called Timekeepers)or the power in the cave (LOST) that merged with Jacob's brother and created the Black Smoke. Audrey II in LSOH. The Thing. The Serpent in DnD (as power itself. Time power?) The Nothing. The zombie-ant fungus. A Body Snatcher (The Duffers mentioned this movie in an interview)

I like that the gates growl like a living being, that the tentacles let Vecna fall like a sack of potatoes, and Dart didn't kill Dustin even tho Henry was controlling the hivemind. So many movies that inspired the Duffers have some alien sentient plant/creature that needs hosts. I'm a fan of both human horrors and Eldritch horrors tbh. Even better if they're combined (of course, it is possible). I don't care about human horrors are better! or Eldritch Horror is scarier! Imo, they're both awesome and make horror genre so fascinating.

5) I love the eightfifteen mystery. Is that some sort of constant? The moment when different timelines were created? Cool reference to the Oceanic Flight 815 in LOST.

6) One of my old theories is the Lich theory. DnD Vecna is a lich and in order to become immortal he placed his soul in an object. A phylactery. I'd love it if the grandfather clock was a sort of phylactery

7) And not gonna lie. I also still like the coma theory. The fact that both Henry and El fell into a coma... The two people with powers. And I think Will has powers too? So, maybe? I don't know how long it would last. But it's not impossible.

But now I'm obsessed with another mystery. The last person who went missing in Hawkins, in 1923. I've already found interesting parallels with other stories, but now I found something even better. And it's even mentioned in the show! Yes!

It's so interesting. I'll post about it later. Or tomorrow.

Thanks for the ask, anon!

[the-promise-has-been-made]

CR campaign 1 monsters and enemies: Pretty standard stuff. Mind Flayers, Vampires, mad scientists, Dragons. A lich with a God complex.

CR campaign 2 monsters and enemies: Eldritch horrors. A giant tentacle monster made of eyeballs, monster toad, the girl from The Ring but a flesh eating mermaid, a huge dude made of giggles, blob-monster Obann, whatever the fuck these things were they encountered in the Dynasty, you know the guys, with the creepy long limbs, turtles (various), a giant baby with an elephant body and many arms around its mouth...

[radramblog]

Eldritch Moon my beloved

I think most Magic players are going to have a favourite set. Often that’s going to be one they started playing with, or one that really got them into the game, or one that had a limited or standard format they really enjoyed. A lot of people won’t, and that’s okay, they’re allowed, it’s hard to pick favourites sometimes.

But for me, it’s Eldritch Moon, aka the last time we went to Innistrad, and things got a bit more tentacular.

Eldritch Moon had a lot working against it from the get-go.

The Shadows block immediately followed the Battle for Zendikar block, one which a lot of people Didn’t Like. Whether it be for some of the more questionable art direction, for the relatively weak cards and boring parasitic mechanics, and for arguably some of the lamest story the game has had to date. More relevantly, though, it was a pair of sets where a fan-favourite plane was essentially dominated by squid monsters and lost a lot of its unique identity in the process- gone was the fun D&D-esque adventure world, replaced by stark wastelands and a war story with like one good story article. It’s the Tazri one.

And then the next set was Shadows over Innistrad. Another return to a fan-favourite plane, with a huge mystery being built up as to why everything was going to shit again. Why Avacyn and her angels were turning on humanity, why there are all these funky stones everywhere, what exactly Nahiri was doing fucking around on the plane of someone she apparently doesn’t like very much.

There were cryptic hints in the set itself. Its title is a reference to the Lovecraft story, Shadows over Innsmouth, with a fair few cards alluding to the story itself. A few cards did have subtle tentacles in the art, as well as subtle warping of flesh and world. The most damning clue came in the form of a puzzle regarding different flavour texts for the card Tamiyo’s Journal, which gave a particular phrase- “Remember this: they came as three”- flavour text from a Battle for Zendikar card referring to the three Eldrazi Titans, only two of which had been dealt with in that story.

Despite this, people still denied that this was the plot-to-be. There were still rumours that it was somehow Marit Lage again after all this time, or that the threat was a new one, or that it was somehow the Gitrog Monster’s fault. Personally, I wanted to believe this, and desperately didn’t want the next set to be Eldrazi-themed- I’d gotten pretty sick of them from BfZ and OGW and was very much enjoying all the new Werewolves and Madness cards and Delirium mechanic. This was at the point where I was drafting at FNM weekly, and the fun differential between the two blocks was stark.

But of course, the mystery was revealed. It was old god Emrakul the whoooole time! Quelle fucking surprise. And yet it ended up being significantly better than the previous block, for a number of reasons.

Firstly, the story is just kind of better. We get to see distinctly through the cards and the plot how the influence of Emrakul has affected the regular citizens of Innistrad, and how all its various factions- the Church, the vampire manors, the packs of werewolves, et cetera- were all twisted in her visage. We get to see the desperate fight against them, with all these gothic horrors warring against eldritch horrors, and against themselves. And we get both Jace doing some surreal journey-to-the-centre-of-the-mind shit while Liliana gets to be the hero and Tamiyo gives us an ending that raises more questions than it answers.

Also, Sorin gets stuck in a rock. Fuck that guy, Nahiri was always cooler, and fuck War of the Spark for apparently just having them make up off screen.

Secondly, the cards. Flavourwise, the three Eldrazi Titans’ corrupting influence manifests differently for each- Ulamog consumes and drains the world, Kozilek corrupts the mind and wreaks havoc on space, and Emrakul? As we see, Emrakul twists flesh into new and horrifying shapes, that the set’s cards display in loving and disgusting detail. While Ulamog and Kozilek’s drones were clearly a part of themselves, the Eldrazi of Innistrad all used to be something much more reasonable before Emrakul made it to the plane.

There are three types of Eldrazi in this set. Firstly- the transform mechanic from Innistrads previous has been played with to suit the needs of the flavour. With the exception of Ulrich, every single double-faced card represents a creature from the world, be it Human or Werewolf or otherwise, that is touched by Emrakul and makes a permanent transformation into something else. There’re masses of limbs, shapes echoing Emrakul herself, and flesh in configurations that Should Not Be. The shift on every card is stark, and in every case, you have to actively put in effort to push them over the edge- and off a cliff which they cannot come back from. This is especially true with the Meld mechanic, with the cards fusing into this giant monstrosity that literally dwarfs every other card on the table.

The next type of EMN-drazi is the Emerge creatures. The mechanic was extremely fun, almost all the cards were eminently playable in at least one format (mostly just limited), and the art is spooky. The flavour of some guy on your table getting fucking chestbursted and having fucking Elder Deep-Fiend pop out is incredible, and each is a great way of showing how the regular fauna of the plane (and flora, like, I think Lashweed Lurker is a plant or something) are mutating in response to the creature’s presence.

Finally, there’s the cards that make 3/2 Eldrazi Horror tokens. There’s less of these and they’re less intense, but by and large they’re a representation of the regular people being affected by the whole thing. Just about every card that makes one of these involves a creature dying in some way (Desperate Sentry, Otherworldly Outburst) or being spawned by an existing mass of flesh (Hanweir, Howling Chorus), and it gives this sense that everybody is affected by this effect.

Of course, that was also a thing in Battle for Zendikar block. The whole thing was Eldrazi, Eldrazi, Eldrazi, with even vanilla 4/3 worms having something to say about fighting them. They key difference of Eldritch Moon is that the flavour of the world is still preserved outside of this Eldrazi presence.

What I’m saying is- the gothic horror of Innistrad is still present despite the eldritch horror of the set’s antagonist. There’s still a corrupt and violent church (albeit with a few more tentacles now), there are still cults and Frankenstein zombies and vampires and werewolves. Innistrad’s tone is compatible enough with the Eldrazi’s that the combination enhances the two rather than diminishes them.

The final thing I want to say is just- the set’s really fun. It has a bunch of my favourite classic limited cards- Thermo-Alchemist, Ulvenwald Captive, and Boon of Emrakul- along with multi-format all-stars like Grim Flayer and Collective Brutality. It has big potential get-there moments with the Meld cards and some of the flip Eldrazi, and splashy interesting cards like Emrakul herself and Harmless Offering. The set drips with flavour that enhances the gameplay, with very little wasted space.

It’s a set I only really have two complaints about. Firstly- lol Ulrich isn’t good and wasn’t what basically any werewolf fan was after. And two- it suffers from an eternal issue that Magic only recently solved, in that it’s a Small Set with a pile of mechanics that it cannot possibly fully explore in its 200 or so cards. The biggest victim of this is Meld, as they could only fit 3 pairs in under the restraints of the set size. And that’s a real shame, considering that it’s a mechanic that we’re probably never seeing again, especially considering the recent Midnight Hunt. I really think there was a missed opportunity to not have a few leftover Eldrazi in that set- whatever happened to the Dronepack? Or the corrupted vampire houses? I suppose, though, that “I want more!” can be the best complaint a creator can get.

Eldritch Moon had big shoes to fill. However, in my eyes, it didn’t just fill those shoes. It filled them and kept filling them until its distended toes burst out the front and sides of the shoes and just kept growing, and bending in really weird ways, and I think I’ve lost the plot of this metaphor. It’s my favourite Magic set, and I don’t see that changing for a while.

[shiedagabe]

The Dream

Today was the day. Today was the day Heath had finally invited you to go to the local carnival, and it appears it was just in time, for today was the spooky month. You could see all types of decorations sprinkled and scattered around town: haunting ghosts hanging from street lamps, jack-o’-lanterns laying on the heavily decorated porches, ready to give unsuspecting kids a good scare, houses decorated like abandoned mansions, each one of them filled with enthusiastic and joyous actors; it couldn’t get any more perfect than this. You latched onto his tall arm, resting your head on it. He was surprised, even startled at first, but he looked at you with his brown eyes, ones which perfectly encapsulated the universe in its entirety. In them you could see everything, from the reflection of the nearby neighborhood and its decaying trees, which leaves fell smoothly because of the calming breeze. Each one of those leaves was unique in their own way; their color brought calm respite to those who admired them; to the immense forest that seamed ever-growing, for each time you looked at him you could see another tree in his immense greenwood, another dream in an innocent soul. He smirked at you, reassuring you that everything was okay, and even though you weren’t in any danger or expecting to be, that smile brought your heart to a calm rest. You decided to pick this neighborhood not only because Heath knew a lot of people that lived here, but also because you wanted to admire these small little trinkets that the town left around, they filled your heart with glee. You knocked on some doors, with your inner child mind jumping around happily, trick or treating the unsuspecting town folk, all in good spirit. They were surprised to see you together, they had no idea you had started dating, but they were more than happy to know that. Most of them invited you two to have dinner at their house since they hadn’t seen you in such a long time because “You had something more important to do”, his words, not yours.

You had finally arrived at the carnival and your bags were already filled to the brim with sweets and treats. You had so many rides to try out, so many haunted mansions to visit, you honestly thought you were only going to leave at the break of dawn, and you relished that idea immensely. You decided to start at the skeet shooting gallery, one that fascinated you because you never had any experiences with firearms, but always had a strong feeling towards. “Are you ready?” the carnival man asked, looking at you with a terrifying smile. He had makeup on, like, too much makeup, but it sure did set the mood for this wonderful night. He looked like the Devil incarnate, but you could see that his eyeliner was already fading; maybe he did this sort of thing as a way to get money and regretted his decision immensely, but you were too afraid to ask. You grabbed the shotgun and as soon as the plates started flying, the recoil hit your face. Heath laughed for a bit, but he noticed that you had a huge red spot on your face, so he caressed it slowly and told you how to hold it properly: “Look, you have to hold up the stock up to your cheek and you have to wedge its butt in your shoulder pocket, like this.” – He said, as he grabbed your hands and placed them properly, you could feel the difference in temperature, fluctuating in a battle against something you had ever known. His palms were hot and warm; they reassured you that what you were doing was right. His fingers, however, were rigid and freezing, cursed by Demeter to be forever cold, yet, somehow, you found comfort in them, and they enveloped your hands and put them where they should be. After trying for a couple of times, you finally managed to shoot down a plate or two. You were happy, really happy, and so was he, he gave you a big hug and whispered something into your ear – “Now watch and learn”. He paid the carnival man to give him another shot and he managed to shoot every single plate down, well, except for one. He blamed that the wind had gotten into his eye, but the man didn’t care because he had finally seen a happy couple, so he let this one slide and asked him to pick a prize. He turned his head to face yours, with a look that said “It’s all yours, pick what you want”. You excitedly asked for the giant fluffy mind flayer plushy, its dark robes and tentacle-like nature fascinated you, for you have never seen one before, and you found it really cute, although mysterious. You decided to try a couple more rides before the big finale, such as the whack-a-mole and the bumper car ride. Now that you think about it, the latter was the most fun attraction you had had in a while. You had to sit in different cars because the operator wouldn't let you ride them together, but you had a blast while doing so. Every time you crashed into each other you looked at each other in the eyes and laughed it off, but whenever someone crashed into you, you two would tag team that person and effectively turn them into a metal sandwich. You were making jokes and were constantly laughing, the night couldn’t have ended in a better way, but both of you wanted to try the miniature London Eye out. It was a perfect replica or the British attraction, but it was sized down as to give everyone a chance to ride it. He once again bought the tickets, and it just now hit you that he had been paying for everything the entire time. You pulled and tugged his shirt, but he already knew what you were nagging him about. He merely placed his finger over your lips and, with a quiet shush, reassured you that it was okay. You never had much money to begin with, but you felt bad letting him pay for every single ride at the carnival, but with that small little gesture you felt at ease and comfortable around him.

As you sat on the ride, you were jumping on the seat, excited to finally see the beautiful landscape that lied beyond the light-infected streets. As you reached the top you could see everything you had ever imagined. The city, which lit up amazingly with its yellow sheen, reminding you that every single one of those lights had a purpose, a meaning; they represented each individual that lived there; the forest, immense in its nature, dark and gloomy, hiding secrets that will forever be unknown to humanity. As you saw the ever-distant trees you turned to look at your significant other and he, too, was appreciating the beauty of this gargantuan view. “Isn’t this amazing?” – He asked, without turning his head to face you. “It really is.” – You replied, placing your hand on his firm leg. He looked at you, his eyes were darkened because of the poorly lit atmosphere the ride had, and his gaze reminded you of the timberland below. You held his hand to pull him in for a kiss, but you noticed that it started flaking off rapidly, revealing something which you couldn’t even imagine. His flesh was made of void of indiscernible quality, pure and fresh. You freaked out and screamed, because you had never seen such a thing before. “Are you alright?!” – You screamed, turning to look at his face to see what reaction he would have, but it was no longer there. What lied was an amalgamation of faces and countenances, all screaming in agony, trying to leave this immortal bastion. All of them were unrecognizable, they meshed together, malformed and contorted, and uttered of unspeakable horrors they had suffered, simultaneously. You threw yourself into the corner, trying to get away from this…, wicked and fowl beast, but it grew larger and larger. He, or better, it started scratching what was left of his skin, revealing something unnatural, eldritch, even. It had an uncountable amount of tentacles and eyes, faces and screams, all of them made of pure and unadulterated void, black and unalloyed as the night, and all of them had their eye on you. You closed your eyes and covered your face with your hands, waiting for this nightmare to end, but you suddenly felt a limp appendage touch your shoulder. You peeped through your hands, only to see his face in the millions of others that had joined his and, in an uncoordinated choir, it only managed to say this: “I love you, it wasn’t your fault”.

You jumped out of your bed, startled and afraid, grabbing your plushy as soon as you saw it. You held it near and dear to your heart, squeezing it as hard as you could because you were glad this nightmare was finally over. After being consoled by your tiny little companion, you turned your head to the left to look at the weather, it was raining, heavily, and you weren’t able to admire the urban beauty for a single moment. You turned your head down and realized that the queen sized bed was missing something, or rather, someone. You grabbed the pillowcase that lied on the fresh sheets, unwashed, and smelled it once more. You tell yourself you can still smell his essence, but there is nothing there, not anymore, only a cushion filled to the brim with sorrow and dried tears. You would have readied up to go to work, but you had been fired for mourning for too long, but you decided to get up anyway, dressing anything that would bring back his memories. The drive to the local graveyard was a small one, but one that emotionally took so long. It reminded you of every good memory you had, every kiss you shared, every glance you partook in. Sigh, it’s just a shame to see it all go. You opened the graveyard door, rusty and creaky; and greeted the security guard, but he already knew your name, after all, you were a local. You slowly walked in the mud which consumed your feet, little by little, and sat next to his tombstone, telling him about your day and how you had this weird dream, which he starred in, but the story was all the same. I guess some things never change. I guess some people never let go.

[the-twisted-tales-tavern]

Rough 3A: Oh dear. It looks as though poor Lae'zel has failed the needed wisdom save. Fortunately for her, the Mind Flayer will take good care of her ... once the Gith'yanki is properly broken in.

Rough Sex: 3A

Ragged and panting moans echoed down the corridors that led to the Emperor's bedchambers. The sounds of desperation only grew more labored as one got closer, and the sounds of flesh smacking on flesh mingled with the moans, becoming a cacophony of illicit pleasure. It was an unusual sound, to be sure, to be heard aboard the illithid's battleship, but then again the Emperor had always had unique tastes among his kin.

[That's it, pet~ moan for me~ moan like the little whore you are~]

The Emperor's deep, resonant growl in the back of Lae'zel's mind made the gith'yanki woman jerk and buck even harder. Despite the rage that filled her—should've filled her, at least—she couldn't help but arch and buck downward, her hips rolling as she rocked back and forth over the massive, twisted tentacle-like dick that plunged into her folds. Every motion—it took her breath away, even more than the hand on her throat ever could.

[This is what you were made for~] the illithid continued, and his slender facial tentacles curled and twisted about her head—the tips brushing over her curled ears and caressing her cheeks with almost the same tenderness as a lover's hand. Despite the tenderness, the rough and ruinous thrusts that smacked against her ass and pummeled upward into her guts showed no signs of slowing. [You, and all your kind~ you were made to serve~]

Lae'zel groaned as the words echoed through her mind—she tried her best to shake it off, to hold fast to herself...but the moment she felt the tendrils curl further along her ears, she felt her heart race. She gasped, her whole body shuddering as the mind flayer's tentacles suddenly shoved hard—forcing themselves into her ears, twisting and curling into her mind—her eyes rolling and fluttering shut as pleasure like none other overwhelmed her.

And all she could reply with was a whimpered "M-Master~" before the other two tentacles shoved down her throat, and she lost herself even more in the euphoric pleasure only her Emperor could give.

[pigeonpartytime]

The Flayer and the Light

The cavern was well kept. The ground had tiles of a dark navy granite, carved into hexagonal shapes. Green lanterns lit up the room and a large brine pool was positioned in the centre. A large brain-like mass sat levitating slightly above the pool, held down by six grasping, lilac tentacles. The wall opposite to the entrance had capsules holding the half-deceased bodies of humanoids submerged in what to Laucian seemed to be a lime green incubating liquid. A small trickle of yellow light fell down on his figure as he quietly walked into the vast room. Illithids were dotted around the room, all going about their business, but as he walked in they all turned him. Watching his every move. 

He drew his sword from his sheath. It glowed a bright white as he gripped it tightly in his hand, the golden blade shining in the light. He had an aura about him such that nobody dared step closer towards him. He walked up to the pool, stepped onto the stone wall around it and raised his sword. The blade radiated an even brighter light as he shouted, “For Pelor!” and lunged the blade into the centre of the brain. A violet liquid stained the blade as he drew it out, and hacked at it again. The lanterns flashed on and off as Laucian slashed repeatedly.  Blood dripped into the pool, disappearing into the brine as drops landed on the surface.  Suddenly, the brain fell limp and dropped into the pool, unleashing a mighty splash outwards in all directions. He stepped off of the wall, unscathed by the psychic powers of the brain bar a trickle of blood from his right nostril. The lanterns around faded to darkness but the aura of light continued to glow a yellowy-gold.

“You can stop now. Your Elder Brain is dead; Thanarma is dead. You can leave,” he called.

The brain let out a final blast, smashing open the capsules on the back wall. Laucian ducked down in recoil, covering his ears. Creatures - newborn Illithids - dropped from the wall. Their eyes glowed a bright crimson. A massive horde of Illithids began to float towards Laucian. He held his shield in front of him, emblazoned with the image of a sun with the face of the deity Pelor and gripped his sword, aglow, still, with a bright white shine. The trickle of light upon him brightened and widened allowing him to sprout a huge pair of clear, feathered gold wings behind him. His blue eyes turned a golden hue. He began running towards the horde. The sword, slashing about him, destroyed all of the creatures that came near him in a fearful frenzy. Within five minutes, all the Illithids in the room had been slaughtered. Laucian stood amongst them, out of breath, scanning his surroundings with a look of horror. He was astounded by the quantity of corpses around him.

“Laucian… what have you done..?” A voice echoed through his head as he stood among the bloodied, maimed corpses of creatures - humanoids - he had killed. “You… are a fool… doing anything just for your… father…”

“It isn’t just for my father. It’s for everyone. Everyone whose lives have been ruined by yours and Thanarma’s endless onslaught of death!” Laucian yelled towards the Ulitharid bathed in a mysterious shadow, “You took me from my home 350 years ago at the Sol Festival only because I saw past your facade. I saw who you really are, Anharr’h. Just a thief driven by his desire to be accepted by an aberration. I killed them... because I didn’t know what else to do. I couldn’t bear to see them turned into aberrations - into monsters like you.”

Laucian grasped his longsword in one hand, a shield in the other. His armour and hair seemed neat and well kept, despite having lived in the caverns for hundreds of years. His slender but heavily armoured figure was bathed in the faintly glowing, golden, light. He stood still with a stern look of confidence and anger. Anharr’h stood on the other side of the cavern, in front of an older elven man, with long flowing hair and a cobalt blue robe. Anharr’h’s eyes glowed a pale red and were fixated on Laucian’s calm demeanor. 

“It isn’t easy… to be a sorcerer in a non-magical… domain…”, Anharr’h echoed, “I had… spent my whole life… shunned by Thanarma… I had to do what I… had to… to find my place.” “That doesn’t excuse the massacres and invaded cities. Peoples’ homes were destroyed because of you!” Laucian replied. “Well then… if you have to be like this…” Anharr’h hissed, “Mindartis… any… last words?”

Two blades of green arcane energy appeared in his hands, and Mindartis stepped forward. His figure was gaunt and maimed but like Laucian, his blond hair remained well kept and clean.

“Father?” Laucian exclaimed. He started running towards him, but before he could reach him, Anharr’h drove the first blade into Mindartis’s chest and the second into the neck. Bright crimson blood flowed from the wounds as he dropped into his arms. His lilac tentacles writhed about his maw and curled round Mindartis’s lifeless face. The blood was removed from him like an exsanguination; so was his brain. He then threw his corpse to the navy floor tiles..

“FATHER!!!”

Laucian let out a blood-curdling scream and the aura about him faded into the dim green light the cavern emanated. He gripped his sword harder than ever before. He lunged his longsword at Anharr’h but just as the blade hit him, he disappeared and reappeared behind him in a puff of black smoke. The tentacles twitched and flailed about the Mind Flayer’s maw. “This… was your fault… Laucian… you caused this…” Anharr’h’s voice echoed through his head. His tentacles began to curl up his neck, like they did to his father. Bright green, eldritch power flashed around him. As they climbed upwards, Laucian swiftly jumped forwards and swung his longsword at Anharr’h. 

He shouted again, “For Pelor!!”

Laucian’s eyes flashed bright yellow as the blade sliced through his neck. The head slid clean off of his neck and fell to the cold floor. Purple hued blood flowed out of the head. A pale yellow glow returned to Laucian’s form as Anharr’h’s headless body dropped to the ground amongst the other deceased Illithids. Laucian took one glance back towards his father; turned back and walked silently out of the cavern with his glowing sword grasped in his right hand. As he left, the room fell pitch black and the walls collapsed inwards towards the pool.

The End.

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Excerpt from the Journal of Doctor Henry Thomas: Oct 3

“A most, fantastic thing has occurred. As I was conducting my research into the changes of beasthood that plague Yharnum, a creature appeared in my room. It is the most.. ASTOUNDING THING. At first I thought had been dreaming and tried to wake up, but this creature that appeared informed me I was not dreaming, but had in fact emerged from a dream and wished to converse with me. I dare say I thought I was mad at that point but he assured me that such was not the case, but for my personal safety I should keep to myself our conversation. I shall endeavor however to record it in this journal to read back to at a later time. 

The Creature that I spoke to, had the body of a man sure enough, only his head was like that of a Cephalopod. It went upward like a squid and at his mouth were several long tentacles that went down to his belt. He was dressed in robes of a most ancient looking fashion and on his shoulders wrapped around him like a cloak were dragon like wings. His skin was of a sea green hue. I inquired of him what he wanted and he said that he had observed my work, in particular my work with the mad houses and was most impressed by my observations. Indeed he said that my insight into such things had grown to the point that he was visible to my naked eye. When I asked him his name, he told me he went by many. The Sleeping one, Mind Flayer, the Eldritch Guardian. He told me however I may refer to him as, Cthulhu. I offered him tea but he politely declined and said he wished instead to speak and converse with me on my research. I eagerly sat down and pulled out my journal to discuss my notes with him. 

We began to speak on the insight of lunatics and madness and how they seem to transform into more horrid beasts. I informed him of my theory that perhaps these lunatics madness freed them of restraining closed mindedness and allowed them be more perceptive, or perhaps it was not madness at all, and was in fact that the things they could see where of a most fantastic nature it only made them seem mad. He confirmed that it was more the latter theory that was true. Lunacy does not mean insight he told me. Rather it is a symptom of seeing the world for what it is. The most frantic of these madmen were simply trying harder than others to escape the truths that they had suddenly been burdened with. But once a thing is known... it is rather difficult to un-know it, hence the decent into madness. I asked him then if these various transformations of eldritch horror, pale faced man, and hound were indeed tied to the level of insight one had of the world around them. He said that this was indeed true. The cause he said of the eldritch horrors the lunatics most often take is a result of them rejecting the truth, they try to force what they know out of their minds and the result is a mental backlash that causes their body to reject itself. He compared it to a hernia of sorts. The stress of rejection causes the body and the mind to damage itself, only this time instead of a damaged organ they have a damaged existence, the strain of exertion to try and restore their previous ignorance results in them contorting their form. It is like when one try’s to solve a very complicated puzzle, they try and try to put all the pieces back together but when they are unable to figure the puzzle out, they cast the puzzle aside in anger, damaging and losing pieces as they do so, and as a result the puzzle cannot be as it once was, and one must make do with what one has left.....and sometimes what happens is they take pieces of other puzzles to fill in the empty spaces but as you can imagine, those pieces do not fit perfectly. The lunatics then are like those who have cast aside their puzzle, only many of their pieces have been cast into the fire and are destroyed utterly as well as replaced not with new puzzle pieces... But with shards of other items entirely, hence the randomness of their form. 

The explanation indeed opened my mind to the world around him, and I noted that my new companion seemed... More in the room now. As if he had gained a much more, solid mass somehow. As if he were more real now than he had been before. 

I then asked him in regards to the hounds and how low insight caused them to change so and why their change and that of the pale faced men were more organized and less chaotic than the lunatics. He explained in great detail that men who become hounds turn into such things because it is what their minds are most akin to. It is not that they are idiots he said, but rather they spend their days doing simple tasks either working in factories or farms mostly only concerned that they are able to obtain that which will feed them, clothe them, and give them shelter as animals are apt to do. Hounds he explained, are not concerned with the goings on of the world, they are concerned only with their basic needs and nothing else. Many do not consider the actions of kings or pontiffs nor do they delve into the mystery’s of science or the world around them. They simply live, or rather as my guest Cthulhu put it: concern themselves with not dying. I asked then why hounds in particular? Why not some other beast as those traits are shared by all the creatures that walk the earth. He explained then that aside from those basic survival traits, man also has a savage blood lust that cannot be sated. When I protested that he asked me a question: What games do children play the most? Games of war... of Violence... of battle. Who are deemed heroes and great men of any age? Soldiers, Generals, men of Violence. Even the actions of men like Jack Ripper have in their own way, a Macabre infamy that deep down many people are mesmerized by. He explained that there is a spirit of violence in all men, that is why the beastly transformation takes the shape of a hound. Wolves and other such beasts have always been romanticized as noble warriors and warriors... are in the business of violence be it for good or ill, and even then, the acts of noble intention are oft times an excuse to indulge in that need for killing. I then realized that these beastly transformations are not in fact biological, but Psychological. That it was the mind that resulted in these shapes, a realization I then found was obvious, and yet I did not make it before. Upon that my new friend again seemed to become more real, more corporeal, more...existent. 

I then inquired as to the pale faced men. If psychology was indeed the means by which a transformation was made possible? As I asked that question the very answer came to me, and again my friend seemed to be even more real than before. I dare say even more real than the room in which we sat, as though reality itself was the illusion and this man the truth. I told him what I realized, that the church became pale faced men because they saw themselves as men yes... but men of a greater stature, that they were human still... but now more than human. They were, the next step of humanity’s evolution. A smile touched the eyes of Cthulhu and he nodded. He confirmed my discovery and congratulated me for it. 

I then asked him the most important question: What was causing these transformations in the first place? What was the cause of these psychologically mandated transformations into monsters, and how might we stop it? He laughed softly and told me: The Arrogance of Man, suckled on the Teat of Ambition. He then vanished and I have not since seen him. 

I do not know if I shall see this man again. But ever since my conversation with him, the world seems to have changed. I can see things that I did not see before. Women with faces a mix of beast and human, Priests with lanterns covered in eyes, Scholars that seem to be perpetually melting like wax and leaving trails of it behind them as they walk. My conversation with Cthulhu as changed my views of the world... they have changed my levels of Insight... They have caused my thoughts... to Ascend.”

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@a-den-of-demons sent: "Vex and Pike end up being left behind at the end of the Underdark arc, and are given to clorota as a reward, being broken and drained by him till they are basically his sex slaves."

So, personally, I would like to keep these snippets down to one woman at a time, just because dividing the focus between two can make the responses extremely lengthy. So, I'll be flipping a coin on who to write being raped in this response.

It had been a mad rush to escape Yug'Voril—the entirety of the Underdark it seemed was hounding after them, intent on putting them in their sorry place. At the last possible moment, Tiberius managed to open the Teleportation Circle and pull everyone in, shunting them across Tal'dorei back to Emon in the blink of an eye—everyone but Vex, who was pulled away a second too late.

Her eyes stared at where the circle had once been in absolute horror—she couldn't believe it. She couldn't—they'd left her. Slowly, she felt the strength in her legs give way, and she dropped to her knees, her eyes welling with tears. It took weeks to get down here—weeks of agony and strife. There was no way they'd be coming back for her—she felt the tears run down her cheeks, just as a hand cupped her chin from behind and tilted her head back.

Clarota was there. His eyes gleaming with wicked intent, and his long facial tentacles slowly descending to her. [Nowhere to run now, little elf~] his voice croaked in her mind.

Before she could react, the tentacles encircled her head—two thrusting into her ears, and two plunging down her throat as she opened her mouth in a cry. Her body jerked at the sudden penetrations, her eyes rolling back as she felt the slimy, slick tendrils thrusting into her sensitive ears, slithering into her brain, and her words of refusal became muffled moans as the two in her mouth coiled together and thrust hard.

Slowly, she could feel her mind slipping away.

Dimly, as if through a fog, she felt the mind flayer's hands move to rip the clothes from her body—her toned and tanned half-elven figure on full display, before she was lifted up by her thighs. She felt something—no, two somethings!—press against the curve of her ass, before letting out another muffled scream as two enormous cocks slammed into her pussy and cunt at once. Apparently, mind flayers had even more surprises up their sleeves—and even in her fading mind, Vex moaned with desire at the thought.

[That's it, Vex'ahlia~] Clarota's voice echoed into her mind, his hips thrusting hard and steady into her, driving both of his massive cocks hard and deep into her holes. [Give in~ your friends won't come for you~ give in, and become my stupid little slave~]

The words rolled over her mind, seeping in through the cracks his tentacles had left. She moaned, her body arching, sweat clinging to her form as the eldritch abomination fucked her harder and longer. He was right, she realized—her body moaned, and her eyes dimmed as the thoughts slowed and stilled more. No one was coming for her. No one. She was alone. Stuck here, trapped, and forced to take her master's cocks, his tentacles, over and over again.

[Yes~] the voice echoed again, and she felt the tentacles thrusting harder into her brain. [Your master~ you live to serve your master~]

Her master...yes...

Vex let out another lewd moan as the light in her eyes went out at last—her body convulsed with a sudden climax as all intelligence was stripped from her mind. She moaned in ecstasy, sucking dutifully on the tentacles raping her throat, as her hips bucked down into the cocks plowing into her. No resistance, no restraint—her body knew what its purpose was, and she would not resist it, never again.

She belonged to her master now, and with her master she would remain. Forever.

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D&D’s Christopher Perkins delves into dark, horrible secrets of the mind flayer

The illithids are a tentacle-faced scourge in Dungeons & Dragons. They consume, seeking to rebuild a once-mighty planar empire upon the backs of those they deem their lessers (which is just about every other being in the multiverse). Their hunger for power (and brains) shatters worlds, and their actions have created terrifying threats in the cruel duergar, the insane derro, and the ruthless planar pillagers, the githyanki.

And they use humanoids not just as food, not just as thralls … but also as breeding stock.

Mind flayers epitomize body horror in the fantasy role-playing game. The illithids implant tiny tadpole into a being’s head, and in seven days, the unfortunate soul transforms into a mind flayer (this is known as ceremorphosis). And Larian Studios captured this transformation at its most gruesome in the trailer for Baldur’s Gate 3, it’s upcoming role-playing game for PC and Google Stadia.

While illithids have a long and terrifying history in the tabletop game, mind flayers have never had a staring role in a D&D video game. They play a role in Baldur’s Gate II: Shadows of Amn, but they’ve never been a featured foe.

But what’s still canon about the mind flayers? And what other dark secrets do these beings hold? I asked Wizards of the Coast a bevy of question about the flayers, and I got the answers from Christopher Perkins, who in addition to being the game’s lead story designer is also the sage behind the “Lore You Should Know” segments on the official D&D podcast Dragon Talk.

This is an edited transcript of the answers Perkins emailed back.

GamesBeat: Do the facts about mind flayer biology, culture, society, and such in the Second Edition and Third Edition products such as The Illithiad (2E) and Lords of Madness: The Book of Abberations (3.5E) still apply to Fifth Edition illithids, as we’re going to likely see in Baldur’s Gate 3?

Chris Perkins: Our current mindset, and one of the guiding principles of Fifth Edition, is that we don’t assume everything that was true in earlier editions is canonically true now. We assess each element of a monster on its own merits. That said, if something has been consistently true about a monster throughout the game’s history, it’s a good bet that it holds true in Fifth Edition. Everything that we know is true about mind flayers in Fifth Edition can be found in the 5E Monster Manual and the “Mind Flayers: Scourge of Worlds” section of Volo’s Guide to Monsters. The latter resource, in particular, picks up elements of mind flayer lore from earlier sourcebooks, including The Illithiad and Lords of Madness.

GamesBeat: Mind flayers first appeared in Eldritch Wizardry way back in 1976 for the original D&D White Box, right?

Perkins: Yes. Mind flayers in Eldritch Wizardry had 4+2 Hit Dice, an Armor Class of 5, and a “% in Laie” of 50%. (That’s a typo in Eldritch Wizardry, by the way. It meant to say “% in Lair.”) Eldritch Wizardry also established that mind flayers are lawful evil, have four face-tentacles, and are “psionically endowed,” all of which remain true to this day.

GamesBeat: Mind flayers must consume the brains of sentient creatures … do they have fondness of a particular humanoid over another? Do they view the brains of beholders and dragons, or even celestials and fiends, as delicacies to seek out?

Perkins: Although mind flayers don’t display a great deal of individuality, they do have food preferences the same way humans do. That is to say, one mind flayer might enjoy the taste of elf brains more than dwarf brains, while others might dislike elf brains entirely. Some find the brains of highly intelligent humanoids tastier than the brains of dimwits. They don’t eat the brains of non-humanoids, as a rule, and thus have no interest in non-humanoids as food sources. A starving mind flayer might resort to eating the brain of a rothé (Underdark cow) or similar creature, though it wouldn’t provide much nourishment.

GamesBeat: Could mind flayers use their tentacles to wield magic items such as wands and rings?

Perkins: As humans, we can wear rings on our toes or use our feet to grasp things; however, we don’t do this as a general rule because we have hands. The same is true for mind flayers and their tentacles. Can a mind flayer use their tentacles to hold things? Sure. Do they? Not often, no.

GamesBeat: Do mind flayers still lay eggs? Or do the tadpoles just emerge from the elder brain?

Perkins: Mind flayers procreate through ceremorphosis, a term first introduced in The Illithiad and reintroduced for Fifth Edition in Volo’s Guide to Monsters. They lay eggs from which hatch tadpole-like creatures. A newly hatched tadpole is then implanted in the cranium of an incapacitated humanoid host, usually through a nostril or ear canal. The tadpole grows as it consumes the humanoid’s brain, attaching to the victim’s brain stem and becoming its new brain. Over the course of a week, the humanoid body changes form, and a new mind flayer comes into being.

GamesBeat: How long does ceremorphosis take? Older editions say 7 days. Did the tadpole in that poor Flaming Fist soldier instantly transform its host, or was that after being inside them for a week?

Perkins: Seven days. The Flaming Fist soldier had the tadpole in its head for 7 days before adopting its final form.

GamesBeat: May mind flayers still suffer from partialism — where the old psyche of their body manifests from time to time?

Perkins: A mind flayer can retain shreds of its previous existence, as memories or behaviors imprinted on its psyche. The ceremorphosis process isn’t perfect in that regard. Mind flayers that suffer from partialism are more likely to become aberrant members of illithid society, sometimes splintering off to become Arcanists or exhibiting tastes that the rest of their kind consider alien or grotesque. For example, a mind flayer that used to be an elf might have a fondness for elven music that other illithids find baffling, unsettling, or abhorrent.

We played this up in a recent Fifth Edition adventure, Waterdeep: Dungeon of the Mad Mage, which included a mind flayer with a very peculiar hobby: oil painting!

GamesBeat: The mind flayers’ origin is the Far Realm, correct?

Above: The illithiad, commonly known as the mind flayer, feeds on your brain — and turns us into monsters.

Image Credit: Wizards of the Coast

Perkins: In Volo’s Guide to Monsters, we say that mind flayers originally came from the Astral Plane, where they encountered and enslaved the gith races. Their empire expanded quickly across many galaxies or crystal spheres, however, so it’s easy for mortals to conclude that illithids are galactic threats as opposed to extradimensional ones.

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