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datadiving2023-09-10 12:46 pm
psionicmolotov) wrote in datadiving2023-09-10 12:46 pmTHESE ILLITHIDS ARE NOT MY FRIENDS AND I DO NOT LIKE THEM
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psionicmolotov) wrote in datadiving2023-09-10 12:46 pm
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I'll admit, I look forward to seeing how this apparent snake-eyes might work in my favor.
[It definitely didn't look fortuitous at the moment, but who was to say what the future might bring? Focusing on that alone would have to do to keep his spirits up presently, more could be thought up once they were off this blasted ship.
He'd not ask Kimmuriel to even try a sweep, he didn't have to be a talented psionicist to have an idea of how terrible a plan that would be. On a ship full of mindflayers attuned to every other mind aboard? No, being blind was actually better, for if both of them were unaware of what was in the next room, so too were the occupants. Any measure of surprise was good enough right now, and besides, the damaged ship worked well enough to sway even that in their favor.
Kimmuriel's answer did well enough to cause that thinner, grimmer smile to grow, turning from questionably bitter to sharp and vicious. Just the answer he wanted to hear, actually. Whether or not he could feel his companion's anger, he knew him well enough to be more than aware of its obvious presence here.]
Then that would make the two of us.
[The door slid open, and Kimmuriel's vicious greeting was precisely what Jarlaxle was hoping to see from the psionicist. Fighting fair against an Illithid? No thanks, not if he could help it. The poor, squidfaced bastard didn't have to worry about fending off the enraged drow's attack for long, illithid logic ensured that before Kimmuriel had even opened the door. All his items neatly packed inside the same room? They may as well have not even bothered.
Quick as a flash the brigand was beside the beset mindflayer, and quicker still were the drow's blades. It, and any Intellect Devourer within immediate slashing distance, would soon be spilling its blood across the ship's uncomfortably fleshy floor, Jarlaxle for once not bothering much with flair nor showmanship. No time for that, and the present targets would be able to appreciate the show anyway. Illithids.]
We've not the time to play unfortunately, we'll have to rely on gravity to do most of the dirty work. We keep moving until we find the helm or a suitable point of escape.
...But should any other of our guests attempt to detain us, it'd be rude not to entertain a few death wishes.
[Gotta go FAST but... not too fast.]
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He doesn't have to engage the illithid in combat for long; Jarlaxle makes quick work of it. He doesn't feel much of a twinge as he lets the corpse slide to the floor, stepping over it. It wasn't as if illithids wouldn't do the same to their own kind if they betrayed one another, after all, as rare as that was...
(He still feels uncomfortable. He wonders why they, of all people, were brought here. He likely knows that he'll get no answers.)
The hallway to the next room has been gashed open from the side, exposing it to the environs beyond the ship, and he grimaces visibly at the sight and smells it presents - blasted ashen wastes, jutting cliffs, and a smoky sky that was no more welcoming than the ground it overlooked, accompanied by a pervasive acrid smell. Certainly not the Astral Sea, which would in theory be easier to escape from without being swallowed up by something larger. ]
Avernus, [ he says, irritable. ] We will have to take the helm. I mislike our chances here without a known escape route. [ Even with Jarlaxle's items and his own powers, it would be a miserable time surviving long enough to even find some form of exit in a battlefield most suited for devils. Not to mention that they could come out anywhere on Toril if an exit was found, and make things even more complicated.
Ah, planar travel. ]
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The name of the realm came to mind mere seconds before Kimmuriel said it, as the fireblasted hellscape revealed itself through a hole in the ships side. His mouth pressed into a thin line, this handily scuppered any of his more clever ideas didn't it? Now, no matter what waited for them at the helm, they'd be forced to find some way to deal with it. No special little tricks out of this mess.]
Shortly, just ahead.
[This ship was heading back to the Material Plane whether it's occupants liked it or not. Past the hole and towards the fleshy, tightly constricted doors, the wet, organic material loudly shlopped open for the pair...
Only to reveal it's occupants tightly locked in conflict. A demon, an illithid, multiple hellish beasts at the ready to tear the tentacled helmsman apart...]
... Oh good, they're all occupied.
[What, fight all of them? No, this is Avernus, his head has a tadpole in it and the ship is crashing. Corpses were easier to loot than living, angry combatants anyway.]
The controls are just ahead... Though they'll do us little good if neither of us know what to do with them.
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Kimmuriel similarly follows his co-captain's lead, skirting around the conflict. ]
That demon has a good sword, [ Kimmuriel says contemplatively as the door opens to reveal the battle before them. He might not have Jarlaxle's magnetic, some would say draconic craving for treasure, he can certainly appreciate a well-crafted magic item.
The illithid's commands ring in his skull, a loud and invasive voice; a command to 'connect the nerves' and depart. Looking at the tentacled console some way away, it's not hard for Kimmuriel to put things together. ]
Leave the controls to me - when we get to them. At the very least, I can guide the ship to the proper plane, though it seems too damaged to fly for long.