Jul 5, 2025
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭– an intruder has found its way into the Astral Plane. All around him, on the floating rock masses and on the misplaced furniture, intellect devourers hiss. They can feel the strangeness of this man. The residue of whatever magic he wielded isn't of any plane the Emperor is aware of.
" State your business, " his voice wraps around @therealricksanchezpleasestandup mind as he floats down. Psionic energy entangles the illithid's hand. A vague threat. One he doesn't care to enact due to limited resources, but if he must, he'll thrust this intruder out of this realm. " …I will not ask twice. "