Illithilit; [n.] A cool af undead Illithid. A rad illithilich. Perhaps even, as the kids say, one lit squiddie.
An independent, private, and selective Dungeons & Dragons / Baldur's Gate 3 multimuse -- Featuring: Blurg, Grazilaxx, Orianna, Mourndax, and Amis. Writer is 25+. Not spoiler free. Minors DNI. Affiliated with: @petitmori / @illintent ; @eldritchborn ; @vigilant-cleric.
A study in: becoming more than the chains of one's heritage, learning anything and everything that the world has to offer, the beauty of individualism, and the inherent intoxicating nature of solitude, and the loneliness that comes with it.
❝ everybody wants to be my enemy. ❞
❝ you’re our leader. they follow you. i follow you. ❞
❝ i've seen miracles spring from the hands of mages many times, but so often, they turned to horrors. ❞
❝ why does anyone commit acts others deem unspeakable? for love. ❞
❝ in my experience, no one in power is innocent. ❞
❝ i don't wanna hear another word out of your mouth. ❞
❝ i keep telling myself that you're different. but you're not. ❞
❝ i haven't insulted your intelligence. do not insult mine. ❞
❝ if you see the opening...take the shot. ❞
❝ it's me. your vile villainess. the author of your nightmares. ❞
❝ you have no inkling what family is to me. ❞
❝ our paths diverged long ago. it was affection that held us together. ❞
❝ i'm done blaming myself for your mistakes. ❞
❝ there's one thing i know in my bones. there is no force in this world that can control you. ❞
❝ your talents can be used to build, instead of destroy. ❞
❝ no beast is more savage than man. ❞
❝ i am the dirt under your nails. nothing's gonna clean me out. ❞
❝ the dirt was on both our hands. ❞
❝ stick your head in the dirt if you want, but this fantasy you've been living out here, it's not gonna last forever. ❞
❝ now people avert their gaze when i roll by. ❞
❝ still giving me the silent treatment, huh? ❞
❝ you think it's so easy? to turn your back while your city looks to you for salvation? ❞
❝ playing coy doesn't suit you, love. ❞
❝ is it bad that i'm making friends with my demons? ❞
❝ can i do the right thing for the wrong reason? ❞
❝ ever since you dropped into my life, it's like i put on glasses. ❞
❝ jeez, lady, you crazy? talking to dead people. ❞
❝ sometimes taking a leap forward means leaving a few things behind. ❞
❝ that's a past life, kid. and it was about as sweet as last year's milk. ❞
❝ why is peace always the justification for violence? ❞
❝ haven't i done you enough favors? ❞
❝ i must say goodbye to this place now. to you. ❞
❝ you got that look in your eye again. what are you planning? ❞
❝ people have lost their heads for less. ❞
❝ everyone in my life has changed. promise me you won't change. ❞
❝ wrath must be met with wrath. ❞
❝ what you've stolen…is more precious than any gold. ❞
❝ i apologize for the intrusion. i was attempting to sneak in. ❞
❝ address me with respect, or keep your mouth shut. ❞
❝ this is what you asked for. heavy is the crown. ❞
❝ and then what? you take what you need, hang me out to dry? ❞
❝ do you realize how easy it was for me to track you down here? ❞
❝ awful, isn't it? losing a loved one. ❞
❝ i'm sorry. i’m not comfortable trusting our fates to chance. ❞
❝ you think it's so easy? to turn your back while your city looks to you for salvation? ❞
❝ whether i'm pulling the pin or not, everyone who gets close to me dies. ❞
❝ you walk along the edge of danger and it will change you. ❞
❝ your youth betrays you. patience is a product of age. both of which i possess in abundance. ❞
❝ we gotta choose right now whether we're gonna throw in the towel or make a stand together. ❞
❝ i had a different name back then, you know. ❞
❝ when will you admit that this is just one of your fantasies? ❞
❝ my arrogance led me to take on more than i could handle. ❞
❝ such force must be a final resort. ❞
❝ in my experience, only guilty men answer accusations with silence. ❞
❝ every time it seems like we might catch a break. ❞
❝ you're a monster. why? why do all this? ❞
❝ i must ask you to surrender your weapons. this is a place of peace. ❞
❝ i still think it's a dumb idea. but i guess you won, and a deal's a deal. ❞
❝ it’s nice to know there are still good ones left. ❞
❝ i promise, it's the last offer you're gonna get. ❞
❝ no matter what i do, i just can’t seem to die. ❞
❝ maybe i underestimated you. maybe you have the strength i do not. ❞
❝ you don't actually need my help. you haven't for a long time. ❞
❝ like it or not, we're in this mess together. ❞
❝ compassion. hate. two sides of the same coin. ❞
❝ i have a plan. you’re not gonna like it. ❞
❝ come closer, will you, babe? ❞
❝ i'd feared i wouldn't have the chance to speak with you again. ❞
❝ you here to finish me off? ❞
❝ i thought you were on our side. ❞
❝ what is up with you? you've been out of it all day. ❞
❝ as good as it feels to pour everyone's drink, you need to fill your own cup every now and again. ❞
❝ you must destroy it. it corrupts. consumes. ❞
❝ sometimes taking a leap forward means leaving a few things behind. ❞
❝ we do not lament a warrior's death. we avenge it. ❞
❝ for the gifted, arrogance is the ultimate threat. ❞
❝ why do you persist? after everything i've done? ❞
❝ you're not alone. look at my shadow right behind you like a ghost. ❞
❝ there is nothing to gain from this senseless bloodshed. ❞
❝ i choose wrong every time. and because of it, i've lost everyone. ❞
❝ go. before i do something i regret. ❞
❝ i don't wanna lose what makes me "me" chasing some wild dream. ❞
❝ i'm gonna find a way back, with or without you. ❞
❝ i'm sorry. i've been an idiot. and an ass. you're hurting too. ❞
❝ one's thoughts are more easily gathered in isolation. ❞
❝ all right, out with it. what do you want from me? ❞
❝ hey, in case i don't remember to tell you tomorrow, you've always meant the world to me. ❞
❝ you ever wish you could just stay in one moment? ❞
❝ if you're here to kill me, make sure to finish the job. ❞
❝ i think beneath that mask you're scared. ❞
❝ i must say that since i've met you, i've truly lived. ❞
❝ never seen you give up on anything. ❞
❝ i have the feeling that you'll be running this place soon. ❞
❝ i think beneath that mask you're scared. ❞
❝ i'm choosing to fight. and i pray that you will join me. ❞
❝ this place will grow on you. you'll see. ❞
❝ you're never gonna give up on me, are you? ❞
❝ i think the cycle only ends when you find the will to walk away. ❞
❝ hating you…i've hated myself. i just don't have the energy for it any longer. ❞
❝ greatest thing we can do in life is find the power to forgive. ❞
❝ oh, don't get all mushy on me now. ❞
❝ i'm always with you. even when we're worlds apart. ❞
❝ just 'cause you're having a bad day, don't take it out on me. ❞
❝ look at the price of your ambition. you've sacrificed everything. ❞
❝ you taught me the best lies come wrapped in truth. ❞
❝ i feel like i woke up in the wrong universe. ❞
❝ oh, spare the sympathy. ❞
❝ uh, you do realize code phrases don't work when you make them up on the spot? ❞
❝ desperation is the doorway to oblivion. ❞
❝ it was a mistake to come here. ❞
❝ this will have consequences. ❞
❝ i know it's my fault that i'm here all alone. ❞
❝ if you choose to flee, don't stop running. ❞
❝ go and make some mistakes. you live and you learn. ❞
❝ let me guess. you think i'm holding myself back. ❞
❝ i have people back home who need me. ❞
❝ i’m sorry i haven’t been around. ❞
Let it be known that Amis' taste in men are apparently dudes more chaotic than him, a factoid that no one exemplifies more than his ex-mate Kufra. ( Bel's personal migraine. )
All you need to know is that he became more unhinged as a person every year on a plane that actively works to make you lawful. ( aes to make my point. )
Technically he's already a muse on the blog, I just have to finish his about.
"I have met few Githyanki in my life." Minthara starts as she addresses the male in particular. Between the books that filled her time as child and the investigative nature she still carried today, curiosity has always been a quality of the Drow's, for better or worse. While Minthara addressed Amis her hand move behind her back, a sentiment conveyed that she had wanted to learn about his lived experience in full. Especially in coming to face with the man who seemed a differing situation entirely from their Lae'zel despite being born of the same origin. "Those whose blades I have crossed always screamed out for mercy in their alien tongue as they died."
"But it seems even compared to Lae'zel, who has proven herself every bit the capable warrior I had imagined the children of the Gith to be, you are not quite the same. Instead, it seems the details of your origin share more in common with Karlach than it does with Lae'zel." She tilts her head with the lift of her brow, "It is most curious."
The tale of Amis Highcliff was unique, and Minthara wanted to know more details outside of what she had seen when their minds had touched. She craved the personal details of an intriguing story, an intellectual conversation. "Indulge me if you will. I would like to know your story in full, without the ilithid touch. How does a Githyanki find himself in the service of Bel, how does your time in the Hells compare to Karlach's, how is it different."
Evenings were much the same as mornings in most ways that mattered -- chief among them was the incessant honing of his blade arm. Strike, pirouette, feign, unbalance, smite. Rinse and repeat, albeit with patterns just as formulaic as any proper demon -- which was to say, not the least little bit. Between one of his sets is when the woman's voice drew mental attention and the perk of serrated ears. Surely, the mindfulness of a fellow warrior on her part, he thinks, letting his blade fall to rest, and stance lax away from one of aggression and into a more conversational pose. Of what he'd seen of Minthara, she deserved such respect.
"Though our people share a love of the blade, and at times the Underdark to call home, I am not surprised. Mine are... Reclusive." Where the notion of his kin being felled in such a dishonorable manner might've raised the hackles of some among the innumerable Githyanki, Amis himself saw only an admission of skill; any kin that she may have possibly met would not have been the untrained hatchlings who knew not how to wield a blade. To fell multiple speaks well of the bloodied blade. "Jhe'quith dvenzir. The termination of the frail, as it is said in Common. You did their creche a great service by taking their lives, if they are so weak as to cry out."
Head to the side, instinct warned of plausible incoming jab -- yet it wasn't another Gith that the words came from. Drow were harsh in their own way, certainly, but what care would one have whether a child of Gith had served his tenure beneath Vlaakith or elsewhere? This was to be no verbal battlefield, and there would be no need of tension nor claws -- further conversation proved it all the more.
"Hm." It's certainly new, having another so curious of his history among the Infernal without any sign of discomfort, unease, or judgement. "Normally I would not be keen to speak of it, but you know more than most already and do not flinch, so I see no harm." Blade was put to rest against his training dummy so that his full attention was upon his companion.
"My commander was a woman of keen ambition, but talent enough to get her where she was only, and no further. I assume she felt her only way higher was to prize it from another, because she sold half of my hatchling year to Bel. For what, I never deigned to ask. Unlike Karlach, I served solely under my previous liege, not under Zariel. I will make no claim to know what knowledge you have of Bel, but his is a fair hand; if you are loyal and strong, you are rewarded with loyalty in turn. As I was treated well, I served well and made a knight commander for it, rather than being relegated solely to the frontlines. There were times I indeed fought in the Blood War, but the front is no place for a Hellknight." His tale, held in momentary thoughtful silence as Amis' mind sifts through memory and questions, only resumes with a final thought. "Truthfully, I am only here because I grew weary of never-ending war, and because I met Ashen out on patrol. Without, I may well still be an active Hellknight." Satisfied with his answers, he adds, "I am no bard, but that is the jist of it."
Amis is absolutely the person who's skinny af and somehow manages to put away UNGODLY amounts of food if he feels like it and never fluctuates in physique. To be fair, he exercises quite a lot til the day he dies. Whether those things are related is unclear.
His food may burn or be ruined in some other way, and he will still eat it. Unflinchingly. Unwaveringly. You cannot ruin his food in a way that matters. You can, however, ask to trade him meals if you don't like yours and he probably will bc he doesn't care. ( feed it to Mikey; he'll eat ANYTHING )
Seriously, he'll eat anything that might have nutritional value. He'd of course prefer good food, but after spending about a quarter century eating food that tastes like ash? He's not picky. He'll still judge you for your choices, tho
Very easy to win over with food. Usually has to be p decent or better if he's been out of the Hells for long enough, but the point still stands
Spicy food is ironically his favorite. No, he doesn't see the irony in this unless you painstakingly point it out to him
That said, he's happy to just have food that tastes okay
His favourite specific food item is not spicy usually, and is in fact bread. The more fresh the bake, the more feral the Gith
We're not talking about the fact that he knows what humanoid, devil, and nightmare all taste like. He does not, however, know what demon tastes like bc some lines even he won't cross.
Karlach didn't want to let her guard down, not while the Blade of Frontiers had his teeth bared. It would be a death sentence, she knew, not to be a second away from drawing her axe and fighting to her last. She had nothing left in the way of energy, not while the engine was reaping havoc on her body temperature as the vents opened and closed in fragmented hisses in a dire attempt to relieve some of it so she didn't go up in smoke.
For the first time in about eight years, Karlach was sweating.
She'd had the bastard thing for long enough to know when she was in need of two things: a tune up, a few things bashed and boshed back into place, or the means to stop it from struggling so hard. Neither were viable options, she knew, from the moment she'd led those fucking paladins right into those gnolls. "Not a devil," she said through grit teeth, and a hand moved to grasp into the strap of her shoulder, as though her white-knuckled grip would do anything to quiet it. Inhale through the nose, out through the mouth. She froze at the mention of Bel.
What she knew of Zariel and her enemies was vast, and right at the very top of it had been Bel himself. Karlach relaxed just enough that she felt her engine grinding to a slow, not quite cooled enough that she could not feel it. There would be no second skin comfort from it anytime soon, she knew. "Yeah, I figured the second you mentioned Bel. If there's one thing Zariel hates almost above all else, it's you lot."
She grimaced, and followed the wide arc of his arm, before her eye flitted and settled on the tollhouse that loomed above. Those fuckers were in there, lapping at their wounds and plotting, she knew. A capable warrior she may be, with the aid of someone else ... No safer.
"I'll bite, on one condition," she said as she straightened and rolled a powerful shoulder as if she were trying to limber up. "There's a bunch of Zariel's hunters up in that toll house." Karlach jerked her head up at it, then pointed. "Sent them straight after me the second she figured out I were gone. Take them out, we can explore all the food we want to your little heart's content. My axe will be yours. What do you say, soldier?"
As the woman before him struggled, the singular thought on his mind was to turn about and rip the whelp who had led him here a new asshole. Either he was too stupid to see through someone's lies, or else didn't care enough to verify before putting someone -- several someones, actually -- in very real danger. A true devil could have killed the lot of them in their weakened state, or on the other hand, the gods only knew how much more stress the very clearly NON-Infernal woman could take. Even though he fixed Wyll with a burning stare no cooler than Karlach's heart, the only thing that spared him from Amis' biting temper was the fact that he'd backed down the moment he realized his mistake.
"That you are no devil is as obvious to me as the dirt beneath my sabatons. Even if this so-called 'Blade of Frontiers' did not see his mistake, it would be his second and perhaps last to make a move against you; I will not tolerate the murder of an innocent without due cause. Since, however, we seem to all be in understanding of one of another, blades and threats alike can be left behind us."
The woman's reactions to words and revelations alike were kept at the forefront of senses, lest they be unfavorable; after so long in the Hells, it would make logical sense to despise devils and anything connected to them. And with their situation as dire as it was, they could take no chances. "A feeling I can assure you is mutual on the account of Bel and myself."
Following where her gaze settled, he tilts his head to the side, piecing together what they'd seen on the way in with a few theories, interrupted by her explanation. Not far from expected, considering Zariel's temperament, truthfully. "Hm. Far be it from me to turn down an opportunity to ruin one of Zariel's plans, retired or no. Consider them and anyone else she may send after you to be casualties already. Any observations worth noting?"
Another, much better update: I just need to get my brain to focus on writing, and then I'll be back to what I was doing before bc I'm doing much better.
Not dropping threads or asks, so everyone knows.
If you'd like to, hit me up for plotting or my discord.
Also known as the kinder soulcolor, people with white soulmarks are seen as innocent, childlike, and pure. Most people before they enter adolescence will glow white when around a soulmate, but they will grow out of it in their teen years. It’s the rarest color to have as an adult.
Many people who glow white are treated like children, so they present themselves in an adult like way. They are structured, focus on maturity, and distance themselves from things that bring them joy. They are least likely to share their interests around people they don’t know and are afraid of being patronized.
This type is highly intelligent and appears to prefer being single than in a relationship. They are often alone, preferring not to bog themselves with unnecessary drama, and have no patience for those who criticize them or their work.
Despite their tough exterior, these people are gentle souls. They often express their interests to a select few they trust, and they spend their time theorizing about or analyzing things they enjoy. They are studios and curious, especially when it comes to what makes things work, and have a childlike wonder to them despite being so adamant to present as a mature individual.
The color that fits Mourndax most is Gold.
Considered a lucky color to have, the gold soul color is never short of achieving their goals and prospering. Analytical, intelligent, and cunning, the gold soulcolor is alluring to even those who aren’t their soulmate. You either envy them or hate them, there is no in between, and they’re fine with that.
This color has expensive tastes and chooses to live in the world of high fashion. They aren’t shy about showing off their achievements and wealth, and they often lose themselves in materialistic things. Bigger and better is their motto.
Gold soulmarks can seem shallow and judgmental to those who don’t know them well. They’re not afraid to cut nuisance out of their life and don’t put up with different opinions than their own. They are known to indulge in self care often, and they avoid things that stress them out as much as possible.
Always knowing how to get what they want, the gold soul color surrounds themselves with people who are not going to stand in their way. They are usually surrounded by a small clique of people designed to lift their spirits with praise. They are also clingy to those who make them feel good, and they are known for bending for those they deem important.
The color that fits Eilistraee most is Red.
People with red soul colors are usually cheerful and active. They are optimistic and turn negative situations into a positive one. They are dreamers and visionaries, ready to aim high and achieve great things.
One thing this color is never short of is attention. Whether they’re actively seeking it out or getting it unknowingly, this color basks in the positive praise of others. Their charismatic and high energy personality draws people to them.
Often competitive, this color is always trying to outdo themselves. Perfection is a never ending goal, and they will constantly feel like they’re never doing enough. They’re always looking for new and exciting, often overlooking things that are a constant in their life and taking them for granted.
One thing that’s notable about this color is their explosive temper. Because they feel so deeply in what they do, they will often lash out when feeling threatened. They have a knack for saying things they don’t necessarily mean. However, it’s often short lived, as is their attention, and they will most likely forget about what angered them in the first place.
The color that fits Blurg most is Pink.
Never short of affection, patience, or understanding, those with a pink soul color are energetic and respected. They are seen as nurturing individuals, and they attract many people who feel misguided in life. They tend to always find the good in every situation and inspire others to do the same.
Pink soulcolors are highly in tune with their emotions and the emotions of others. They believe all feelings should be acknowledged and dealt with in a healthy manner. They look out for those who don’t look out for themselves, often spreading themselves thin and crashing in the process.
While friendly, this color is introverted and shies away from social gatherings. However, it’s not uncommon for them to accompany a friend out into a social situation or be a wingman if needed. Their friend circle comes first and foremost, whether it be large or small, and they will attempt to make time for everyone even if they are spent.
This color is also drawn to doubt and question if they’re doing enough. They like to conform and know that they are accepted. This leads them to try and be something they’re not, and they often grow disappointed or disgusted with themselves should they deceive themselves and others for too long. They are also bad at keeping promises, setting goals they can’t achieve, and unintentionally disappointing those they wanted to impress.
The color that fits Vhaeraun most is Indigo.
Often mistaken for having a purple or blue glow, those who have indigo soulcolors are serious, confident, and strong willed. They know what they want to achieve and set out to do so. They are often introverted and seek balance, setting a strong moral code for themselves and others.
This type admires respect over adoration. They are often social advocates for those who need it and believe peace can only be achieved when everyone is working together, not just a powerful select few. This makes them powerful enemies but a powerful group of close friends, as their charismatic personality to do what’s right attracts people to them.
Since they are constantly trying to differentiate themselves from blue and violet soulcolors, indigo soulcolors are often less friendly and nurturing on the outside, but on the inside, they’re tender and supportive. They prefer to keep those who break their outer wall closer than most.
Due to their uncompromising sense of justice, the indigo soulcolor often starts arguments that might not need to be started, uprooting things just because they don’t like them or playing “devil’s advocate” when unnecessary. Despite telling others to get over it, they rarely ever do so and hold grudges for a long period of time.
Githyanki are ironically p big into the arts for all the effort they pour into war, and you can tell just from the fact that their traditional armor is v decorative and a lot of them insist upon wearing a lot of jewelry and the like. So they have a p well developed style of dance, some of which looks like
Also, Amis himself is quite fond of dancing, and is really good at the sort of fluid moves one needs for traditional Githyanki dance.
Vhaeraun's experiences in being turned against his family and consequently watching the way his parents' marriage broke apart, being groomed for coldblooded violence by his mother from a young age, and his relationships with both Sharess ( the mother of his son, in case you didn't know ) and Selvetarm ( aforementioned son ) have made him crushingly cynical of almost any kind of relationship, but especially romantic, so he aggressively avoids having anything to do with others divine, mortal, or otherwise for that reason. He fully expects any ventures in that area to become poison, sooner or later, and tbh, it's also true of almost every other type of relationship.
That said, however, he's still vm connected to his Fae roots, and so it's absolutely not outside the realm of possibility that he lets someone in on impulse. Might have to bite them about it later, but the point is that the only person he's fully and completely guarded against is Lolth. She will never be allowed back into his life ever for any reason.
And no, we don't support victims forgiving their abusers.
Actually, Vhaeraun encourages you to murder them about it.
