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To say today had been a bad day would be an understatement. Bad did not begin to cover the day Anya was having. An adventuring party had hired her to take care of the camp. They were set on a quest to deal with a tribe of bugbears that had been acting in an odd manner. The adventurers had told Anya that they were apparently more organized and had been seen using weapons.

None of that matter now, trapped on a ship with a new friend inserted into her eye. They had been captured on the road by mindflayers and simply dragged along for the ride. Anya had no idea what happened to the party she was with, from the limited view Anya had from the uncomfortable pod into other ones, she couldn’t see any of them. Anya’s body pushed against the back of the pod as a rush of hot flame came in. What the hells was that? It connected with some pool, where the tadpole came from before the room was fully alight in a bright flame.

Anya wasn’t sure what happened next, or how much time had passed but the pod she was stuck in made a hiss of air before the latch pushed upwards. Anya stared at the open latch before she sat up and stumbled out of the pod, nearly landing face first as she got out. Her eyes scanned around the room. Two of the other pods had notably opened and standing across the room was another victim of the mindflayers. A face Anya quickly recognized as a regular of the Golden Eye, a member of the flaming fist.
“Kalisa? Is that you?’

 

[Lucyfer]

The Tiefling thought she had been spared the tadpole.

The flames of a red dragon tore through the room as the mindflayer had reached her pod, blissfully unaware the woman in the pod was already infected – just as the woman was unaware, of even how she got there, let alone much else about herself. She imagined it would all go up into flames, an oblivion of darkness.

That was not her fate.

There was a moment of darkness, and then the sensation of heat from the flames within the nautiloid greeted her on the return of consciousness. The blue tiefling pushed herself up to all fours, blinking her eyes to try and steady the room that moved on its own accord. ‘Falling, we’re falling, we’re unsteady.’ Not her eyes then, not completely.

Someone called a name.

Her name?

Kalisa looked up, uncertainty tinting her expression as her brows knit together and she looked upon the blonde woman in the room of open pods, an almost broken tadpole pool, a dead mindflayer, and fire. Lots of fire.

“Who are you?” Kalisa asked, rising to her feet, finding her balance in the rocking of the ship as it moved across apparently unsteady air, or perhaps, dealt with attacks from more red dragons.

Kalisa didn’t remember this woman.

She didn’t remember anyone.

All that came to mind was blood, and blurry faces of mangled corpses. She couldn’t even quite discern if her stomach churned from longing or illness at the mental image, and now was hardly the time to try and place feelings.

 

[Randomfanner]

Anya stood for a moment as she observed the blue tiefling. She didn’t remember her? As much as Anya would love to consider it odd given the circumstances nothing seemed all that odd right now.

Anya had heard a little bit about what was going on, but only the general knowledge that Mindflayers use tadpoles to reproduce by inserting it into your skull and it was not pleasant. But the details of side effects were beyond her knowledge.

Memory loss could just be a side effect.

“The quick version, hello I am Anya and I know you because you are a regular,” Anya couldn’t tell if she was missing any memories herself, she didn’t think she was: at least nothing important. “We should find away out of here,” Anya looked around at the unfortunate looking doorway across from the pods.

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It was a whisper just faint enough for the lord to hear amongst the chaos of the ship. However he did still hear it. A Psiconic plea for help. A chance to gain some sort of ally.

At the moment nothing native to the ship would attack him. Attempt to order him about perhaps but not attack. Gortash clicked on the familiar button of the nautoloid as it took him up to where the voice got louder.

“YeS- You Have Come To Free Us From This Place,” the voice said. “From This Place You Must Free US!” the body jerked and jolted in the uncomfortable mindflayer operating bed, the brain squirming. “Please, before they return.”

Gortash hummed as he walked around to the other side. “If I help you, what will be in it for me?” he asked.

“We Will Aid You!” the voice said. “We Will Take You To The Helm. But First You Must Remove Us From This Body. Please!”

The helm would be a good place to start. He examples the brain, felling a great deal of swelling, a perfect opportunity.

His hand smacked against it, causing the brain to rupture. It was a simple process of lifting it would. As soon as he had the brain, he cupped it in his hands. It sputtered and spasmed before it launched out of his hands onto the floor below.

The intellect devour sprouted four legs and a number of tentacles as pulsed with glee. “We Are Free! Freedom Is Ours! Friend!” it shifted a little bit. “We Must Go To The Helm! At the helm we are needed.”

“Alright then, to the helm we go.”

 

[Lucyfer]

Anya.

Regular.

Likely, not a regular to wherever they were. Kalisa didn't have much choice but to trust Anya was telling the truth; arguing wouldn't help either of them escape this place, and that's definitely what they needed to do, so Kalisa gave Anya a nod. “Agreed.” She could have an existential crisis when she had a more secure existence to worry about.

The room was circular, and disgustingly pink and wet, as if they were inside something living. The scent from the fire only added more to that theory, cooked meat tainting the air. There wasn't exactly a door to another room, but when Kalisa passed near a portion of the wall that looked a bit like a spinchter, it opened up.

She did jolt a bit, startled. “Anya, there's a way out over here,” she gestured, but crouched down as she moved to go through. She could see natural light pooling in from an opening on the far side, but she couldn't see everything.

There were likely other mindflayers about and she wasn't in a state to fight one. So, she tried to creep into the room, though the sound of a chipper outcry kept stabbing into her brain as she unknowingly got closer to the source of it, staying low, and stopping completely when a lift moved, bringing down a…walking brain.

She wanted to pick it up and put holes in it, like her own brain had to be full of, but she dug her nails into her own palm to resist, nails drawing blood.

Except, the damned thing noticed her and Anya.

It's voice was like nails on a chalkboard.

“Friends! We Are Needed In The Helm! Follow Us To The Helm.” The brain insisted without a mouth, each word agony in her mind.

“No thanks,” she ground out under her breath, even if she didn't have better ideas of what to do, going along with a walking brain didn't seem like a great one.

Although access to the helm….

She reconsidered and glanced at Anya, not noticing an additional ‘friend’ of the brain just yet.