The Alhoon (Future AU, Agengi and Althi)
It had been a long and tiring journey... well, it should have been. The changes that had overtaken Carmine rendered it immune to tiring, so any fatigue it felt was purely a product of its mind. Perhaps it only felt that it should be tired, it should be in pain, because its skin was so cracked and dry as dust itself.
<Dry as bones in the desert> it thought to itself. <But dust is easier to rhyme... oh, how wretched I am, bound in this cursed state!>
Warily it approached the city it had been searching for, the small community of illithids who were not as others. Surely not even they would accept it. No true illithid could face the undead with anything other than horror and disgust... and now Carmine was one of that number.