We are the Yeshans and we have been given permission by the inevitable end to take control of this account. We are Yeshmakan.
We are 444 in number, total.
We curate all knowledge of Myrai.
the year is 1066DE. Ask us anything.
Immortality sucks. Even after being reduced to atoms, to nothing, they live. They can be remade, they can inhabit a vessel. They were never gone. They'll never know the peace of sleep. They'll never again feel the need of hunger or desire. They'll be hollow, empty shells.
But they'll live forever. Doomed to watch the same events repeat endlessly for centuries upon milennia upon eons. Was it worth it?
Question for Tumblr because I wanna collect data. Did anyone tell you bedtime stories when you were a kid? And if they did, did they make up the story or read it from a book?
And also how long did they tell you stories.
My parents told me stories that they made up until I was about six, then they stopped.
Thought this was Harry Potter for a good second and spent way too long trying to get OPs point
i was about to caption this “me every time my friends and i are just trying to have a nice dinner” or something like that until i remembered that that is, in fact, the exact situation going on in the full strip
Firstly, there's this homebrew setting I've been working on lately for the group I'm dming. The essential premise is mind flayers gained rulership over the multiverse(again) and time travelled back into the past(again) for reasons, right? However unlike the previous time where the gith beat them up, it was vampires. Took longer, but the payoff really was worth it because there were barely a thousand illithids left, AND the vampires ended up gaining supreme, dictatorship rule over the planes instead(except for the Feywild, for reasons). The remaining mind flayers all had different ideas on how to not die off and/or get back to power, but they all fell into one of three ideas: go back even further underground than before, adapt to the surface and hide in plain sight, or hide in the Feywild. This ended up dividing the illithids into three new branches of evolution, with of course a playable subrace for each.
Now throughout the millennia, the wild illithids as I'm calling them changed the most. Not only did they fully embrace magic, but they also gave up many of their psionic abilities in exchange for that magic, making it so the only major thing they can do with them outside of basic bodily functions is using them to speak. But this doesn't mean their other abilities are completely gone, either. At 'birth,' a mind flayer's abilities are not fully developed(at least in my universe), they are learned as time goes on. This applies to wild illithids too, but once they learn one psionic ability they are completely locked out of the rest. And so because trying to use magic to speak of something would be tedious, the first thing young illithids are always taught is to communicate.
This leads in to one of my newest ocs: Lolokk, the wild illithid bard-artificer. Unlike its peers, Lolokk accidentally learned about other mind flayer abilities before being forced on the telepathy path, and it decided levitation was its favorite. I'm sure you can guess what this dumbass did next. To give it the ability to communicate, Lolokk ended up getting a special, very cyborg surgery that replaced its entire throat with a chunk of pure, magic-powered technology connecting to its neurons which allows it to basically treat it as vocal chords 2.0, no need for tongue. It can build different voices for itself and switch them out, but usually it just likes to sound like Daft Punk. Because Daft Punk. With this introduction to technology and the power of audio at such a young age, Lolokk was sent on a path in life filled to the brim with innovation and music, creating sounds and genres never heard before.
In a nutshell, Lolokk is an idiot. Quiet, ironically enough, but an idiot. And I love it. It's the type of person to, when asked if a mysterious substance is whiskey or perfume, will down said substance even if it IS perfume. It would do that SOBER. It throws raves, grows very questionable mushrooms, and forms personal attachments to all of its different voices. It refuses to walk and is levitate-only. I love it.
Throwback...Tuesday? Sure! If you've been following me for a while you might remember I used to do tons of these one-off black and white character drawings. I was getting nostalgic looking through them in my files today- here's some of my favorites!
Honestly I have hundreds of drawings sitting around, I'd love to work with a publisher to put them into a book someday. I've been too busy to draw this kind of thing recently but I'm hoping to do more soon, they're always a blast to make! : )
I know the meme is that bards are the ones who get up to dumb antics, but in my experience? Monks. Every Monk I have ever played with has been an unhinged agent of chaos who touches cursed objects like a souls-game protagonist.
Has anyone else experienced this, or am I an outlier?