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Mind Flayer, Ulitharid or Alhoon. As long as I get to wear the fez, I'm happy.

"The last thing you will hear with human ears, is the sound of your spongy pink skin sloughing off to make way for lustrous black chitin." -A member of the Spineless Order "Kill you? Oh, I don't think so. There are so many things worse than death." -Mr. Spline "I am not your enemy, I am your...

It would have to be an Illithid or an Alhoon. Such cunning... such power... So elegantly focused toward the one ultimate goal of subjugating all life! Ah, the joy of that single most noble pursuit: gradually converting the very biomass of the multiverse into the workforce and foodsource of...

Solar beholder eh? Nifty concept... A combination of issues of stone and light makes me think of obsidian mirrors. Some sort of mirror-alignment puzzle, perhaps? i.e. "Direct the rays of the sun into my secret underground lair before sundown... Or face your DOOM!"

Two, humble, Requests: 1: Xenophon Male Goblin Medium. Xenophon is an Albino goblin (his skin is the color of grass kept out of the sun). He wears a carefully bound dark-blue turban which is almost, but not quite, absurdly big, and silver, sigil-trimmed, mage robes with an extremely high...

My campaign started out, rather successfully, with the players serving as portable lunches for some Illithid scout-troops. A third-party reanimated them as ghosts shortly thereafter, at which time the terms were set for their return to true-life... If you want to learn more, check out the...

Note: While I do DM Vitis Campaign, I do not write the associated story hour. This honor goes to the player of Shayuri. 1. How many sessions deep are you into your story? (meaning- how many single game sessions have you written up for your SH so far?) Seven. 2. Everyone seems to agree that...

The holding cell was made of the same hewn stone as the rest of Zoyster's underground hideout. Smooth, probably shaped by magic, and grey and featureless. In the center of the cubical room was a metal table. Secured to the table by 'his' wrists and ankles...was Quadim. Not the quiet monk they...

It was dark. Cold. Also, wet. Their heads swam and ached. Vague, half-felt memories swirled like a spiral of cream in a stirred cup of coffee. Semaki groaned and sat up slowly. The dark was absolute, even to her eyes. Her skull felt...bloated somehow. As though her brain had been inflated...

The Illithid empire never fell to the Gith, instead it continued to spread its malignant tendrils throughout the multiverse. Now, the first Illithid scouting parties have arrived on your world, surprised to find one so untouched by their influence for so long. Scores of Illithid shock-troops...

Guah hah hah hah!!! Excellent...

Masterfully done as always Sepulchrave. We find ourselves continually looking forward to the DM-Ego-Shattering delight that is Wyre.

Note, firstly, our story hour represents a somewhat unique (as far as I am aware) situation... Specifically, it is written not by me, the DM, but by Shayuri's player. I just edit, approve and post. (I love delegating authority!) The present events of the story hour took place many sessions...

The voice cut off when the oval of stone that comprised the door began scraping noisily open. Immediately there was a puff of air from within, full of the stink of decay and excretion. The chamber was almost completely dark, save for what light streamed in through the now-open doorway. It was...

Bump The Vitis Storyhour is presently suffering from minor logistical difficulties. We will return to our regularly scheduled doom shortly. We apologize for any inconvenience. Regards, Phasmus & Co. "Anything worth doing is worth doing ominously."

Here are links to a couple threads discussing the issue, which could be of some assistance: http://www.rpgconsortium.com/forums/discussions.cfm?forumid=13&topicid=130837 http://www.rpgconsortium.com/forums/discussions.cfm?forumid=13&topicid=121089

The group of adventurers hiked a good mile or more before they found what they were looking for. In a large copse of trees, hidden between several hills, was what looked like some kind of ancient ruined building. A temple perhaps, judging from what was left of its architecture. High marble...

Phasmus T. TapeFiend: Patron of not-particularly-evil and adhesive-enhanced undead, unscrupulous businessmen, mercilessly cunning lawyers and politicians, patient, subtle plotters, and people who lurk in the shadows and chuckle ominously just because they like to. Domains: Duct Tape Greed...

Archivist-Shayuri has done it again! The moments of chaos that followed Piklum's unfortunate transformation and Shayuri's even more unfortunate, though thankfully nonlethal, decapitation must have been very satisfying indeed to Shar's divine patron. Finally, after much hooting, hollering and...

I suggest: Sutekh (sue-TECH). (The true name of the primary evil Egyptian god... according to Dr. Who in "Pyramids of Mars")