Then seemingly speaking out of nowhere Xavim speaks solidly and truthfully into each of their minds.
"Seth you are astoundingly accurate in your assessment of my lineage. There might be something of a measure of alarm at my announcement but I feel that it would be useless to attempt to hide the truth's of my nature from you all."
"I am closely related to a fiend known as a Cerebelith. Thus I am through direct decent, and through an inborn connection to the innfinite, a Tanar'ri. I was born on one of the more firey layers of our 'fair' plane, I do not remember which. What I do know is that I was born from a union of Cerebelith, an illithid tadpole and a Dark One, a species of humanoid native to the plane of Shadow. Technically that would have made me a half fiend but there were other circumstances of my birth that intensified my Abyssal traits that I would rather not discuss."
"Thus I was born into the multiverse a distinctly new variety of fiend, forged of Psionics and Sorcery, one combining the mental fortitude of the Cerebelith with the prowess of the Dark Ones. Born in flame and nursed by chaos on my home plane for centuries before sentience finally awakened in me. That is where and when I was drafted into the service of a Balor by the name of Draxzesstritanthraxix, a service that was responsible for my creation. It was there that I suffered through the early part of my existence, utilising my unique talents to best effect through my ability to access creature's minds with relative ease. Knowing what you're opponent is going to do the moment they think of it is a powerful advantage when put at the hands of a Balor."
He pauses then briefly consumed by past memories of his 'service' to the Balor. He licks his lips and runs his hand through his thick green hair before continuing.
"It was 35 years before I saw the world outside the Balor's throne room for the first time. And it was the yeat that the forces of Graz'tz marched against Demogorgon. Learning of my existence the Demon Prince bid the Balor to draft me into a more combative role to acertain whether or not it would be advantageous to create more of me. I did well considering my physical limitations but I was not impressive enough to warrent anything more than a passing interest in the Prince's plans. However he did enjoy my abilities as a planar scout, and thus transferred me from my service with the Balor, to his personal forces. And it was there, in service to Demogorgon that I remained for many more years and I was still in his service until recently when my powers malfunctioned. I personally suspect that it has to do with the reordering that was prophesised, but I have no proof to back this assumption up."
Pausing once again Xavim shrugs and you catch a muttering of "what the hell." in Abyssal (for those that can understand it) then turning and standing Xavim faces you all. Standing straight but still awkwardly.
"You all know me as being crippled. That is only partially true. For mundane movement and travel as you primes know them, I am severely impeded. My legs were heavily altered during my creation and herald back to my Illithiad strain as I have decided to reveal to you. They make walking very difficult, however physical combat is another matter."
Xavim then leaps a short hight into the air and begins to hover in place, a rush of air swirling his cloaks about him. He then, moving with admirable agility spins and casts off the garments revealing his physiology for all to see.
"Seth you are astoundingly accurate in your assessment of my lineage. There might be something of a measure of alarm at my announcement but I feel that it would be useless to attempt to hide the truth's of my nature from you all."
"I am closely related to a fiend known as a Cerebelith. Thus I am through direct decent, and through an inborn connection to the innfinite, a Tanar'ri. I was born on one of the more firey layers of our 'fair' plane, I do not remember which. What I do know is that I was born from a union of Cerebelith, an illithid tadpole and a Dark One, a species of humanoid native to the plane of Shadow. Technically that would have made me a half fiend but there were other circumstances of my birth that intensified my Abyssal traits that I would rather not discuss."
"Thus I was born into the multiverse a distinctly new variety of fiend, forged of Psionics and Sorcery, one combining the mental fortitude of the Cerebelith with the prowess of the Dark Ones. Born in flame and nursed by chaos on my home plane for centuries before sentience finally awakened in me. That is where and when I was drafted into the service of a Balor by the name of Draxzesstritanthraxix, a service that was responsible for my creation. It was there that I suffered through the early part of my existence, utilising my unique talents to best effect through my ability to access creature's minds with relative ease. Knowing what you're opponent is going to do the moment they think of it is a powerful advantage when put at the hands of a Balor."
He pauses then briefly consumed by past memories of his 'service' to the Balor. He licks his lips and runs his hand through his thick green hair before continuing.
"It was 35 years before I saw the world outside the Balor's throne room for the first time. And it was the yeat that the forces of Graz'tz marched against Demogorgon. Learning of my existence the Demon Prince bid the Balor to draft me into a more combative role to acertain whether or not it would be advantageous to create more of me. I did well considering my physical limitations but I was not impressive enough to warrent anything more than a passing interest in the Prince's plans. However he did enjoy my abilities as a planar scout, and thus transferred me from my service with the Balor, to his personal forces. And it was there, in service to Demogorgon that I remained for many more years and I was still in his service until recently when my powers malfunctioned. I personally suspect that it has to do with the reordering that was prophesised, but I have no proof to back this assumption up."
Pausing once again Xavim shrugs and you catch a muttering of "what the hell." in Abyssal (for those that can understand it) then turning and standing Xavim faces you all. Standing straight but still awkwardly.
"You all know me as being crippled. That is only partially true. For mundane movement and travel as you primes know them, I am severely impeded. My legs were heavily altered during my creation and herald back to my Illithiad strain as I have decided to reveal to you. They make walking very difficult, however physical combat is another matter."
Xavim then leaps a short hight into the air and begins to hover in place, a rush of air swirling his cloaks about him. He then, moving with admirable agility spins and casts off the garments revealing his physiology for all to see.
I will put my new post there as well... see ya there!)
