Post by Illithid on Sept 17, 2006 0:39:46 GMT -5
Illithid drifted noislessly through the doorway of the Academy. He had only come here a few months ago. Abandoned, an exile, banished from the home, the plane of Eredor. He had loved his people and would have done anything for and he had exiled himself because of that. They felt him too different and they feared his power, it was only right. He had opened a rift, he had no idea the destination, apparently it had taken him to a place called Earth. He was met by several men armed with archaic looking weapons, they didn't even have any sort of bio-circuitry or a psionic battery.
The most suprising thing he had learned so far is that here he was even more unique than he was on Eredor. Apparently here, very few people had the gift of psionics. There were also other abilities, the men he had met called it magic. They represented the people who had set up a school for people with magical abilities. From what he had gathered 'magic' was not limited to psionics. Apparently there were all forms of magic and psionics was just one of them. It did not matter though, Illithid would prove the superiority of his psionic abilities to any of these other human's abilities. That's what they had called themselves, humans, what a quaint little language they spoke. A language of gutteral sounds guided by their tongues, so primitive...so barbaric.
Illithid detested these humans, they were such a young race. Even so they were horribly arrogant and so ignorant of their own insignificance. If only Illithid had known of this plane before he was exiled, he might have led an extremely successful invasion campaign. His black, pupil-less eyes scanned the hallway taking in the sights of these humans. As long as he was here he would learn about them, he always was inquisitive. His mouth tentacles moved slightly as he glided across the floor. He had legs and was capable of using them but, he preferred gliding it was much ore liberating and smoother than walking.
So oomans....what....am I to do exactly? he asked via telepathy, broadcasted widely. The voice inside their heads was montonous and devoid of any tone or emotion. He pronounced some words wrong and placed strange emphasis on the syllables of other words, he felt like adding his own flair to their primitive language...upgrading it a little. In fact they should be thanking him for giving their language a push out of the primordial fog that they seemed perpetually lost in.
The most suprising thing he had learned so far is that here he was even more unique than he was on Eredor. Apparently here, very few people had the gift of psionics. There were also other abilities, the men he had met called it magic. They represented the people who had set up a school for people with magical abilities. From what he had gathered 'magic' was not limited to psionics. Apparently there were all forms of magic and psionics was just one of them. It did not matter though, Illithid would prove the superiority of his psionic abilities to any of these other human's abilities. That's what they had called themselves, humans, what a quaint little language they spoke. A language of gutteral sounds guided by their tongues, so primitive...so barbaric.
Illithid detested these humans, they were such a young race. Even so they were horribly arrogant and so ignorant of their own insignificance. If only Illithid had known of this plane before he was exiled, he might have led an extremely successful invasion campaign. His black, pupil-less eyes scanned the hallway taking in the sights of these humans. As long as he was here he would learn about them, he always was inquisitive. His mouth tentacles moved slightly as he glided across the floor. He had legs and was capable of using them but, he preferred gliding it was much ore liberating and smoother than walking.
So oomans....what....am I to do exactly? he asked via telepathy, broadcasted widely. The voice inside their heads was montonous and devoid of any tone or emotion. He pronounced some words wrong and placed strange emphasis on the syllables of other words, he felt like adding his own flair to their primitive language...upgrading it a little. In fact they should be thanking him for giving their language a push out of the primordial fog that they seemed perpetually lost in.
