Illithid قصص

An experiment to study how a child host could develop their innate psionics as they grow conducted by the creative creed. The nourisher creed is against it. The child tries their best. (Extra warnings will be put at the beginning of each chapter. I haven't finished reading the Illithiad, so there'll be stuff that I will have to fix in this story sooner or later, I want to try to make it less ooc)

Atlas, a Bhaal spawn who has no memory of who he is or was. Astarion, vampire spawn who yearns for freedom and revenge on his master. Atlas was haunted by these dark urges that begged him to kill, ruthlessly and mercilessly. Desprately trying to resist his urges, and figure out what happened to him. Astarion started to feel something strange for the cold half-elf, but what was it? Was it his own feelings or just feelings he would get confused with from so many \years of luring people to his master?

Demetri is the last of his kind, he's a warlock/witch. Demetri has lived many lives, as a result of a curse to never truly die. He has been reincarnated many times and after his last death he knows that if he is discovered as a warlock again another one of his lives will be wasted. Unfortunately he was reincarnated as a liken wolf and born into a pack that hates him for who he is. Will he be discovered and loose his only chance at love and a happy life?

In a desperate bid to retrieve a relic long thought lost, a fearful noble runs short of options. However, instead of putting together an expedition or hiring a team of adventurers, who may perhaps pilfer it for themselves or get themselves killed, he has another idea. Why not use a party of monsters instead?

You can hear his voice in your mind repeating like a broken vinyl "Anyone can be a hero". He's the best of the best so of course you'd believe him (How naïve you were). Just as easily as a mirror is shattered when met with a hammer you're world is as well when that man refuses your dream. "No" *Time skip* You stand defiant before the the titan, the searing pain of his statement rush into your mind. But you ignore the pain as a new power courses through you. Authority

A miner's job is to clear what's in the way-but some things should stay buried. Deep in a Utah silver mine, powderman Jones drills into a wall of ancient basalt and wakes something that thinks back. Trapped underground with his crew, he begins to hear a voice in his head-a cold, patient intelligence hungry for escape. As the tunnels twist and the walls seem to breathe, Jones realizes the true vein he's opened isn't silver, but something alive and older than the earth itself.

These are the stories of the creatures I watch over and keep an 'Eye' on one way or another... Who am I? I'm just someone who likes to stick their nose in other people's business... *These stories take place in the realms of Dungeons & Dragons* *The Images are all my own, the characters as well, with some slight inspiration from others in the characters' design* *I would like to make clear that the characters species I found while doing some research on a Dungeons & Dragons Wiki* *with a few exceptions, but we'll get to that later....* *if you want to do your own research on these creatures, here is a link to the Wiki* | \/ https://forgottenrealms.fandom.com/wiki/Special:Search I hope you enjoy this, as it is my first! And please comment and tell me what you think, and critiques are greatly appreciated!

Summary: After the fall of the Netherbrain, life continues onward. Only the gang and you have gone your separate ways this time. With everyone off on their own adventures and continued self-discoveries, you learn to embrace your new form while holding onto bits and pieces of your past and former self. A slice of life novelette following illithid Tav and their journey with the short-worded business flayer, known as the Emperor. Pairing: The Emperor x Illithid Tav Word count: 17k Tags: Slice of life, Suggestive themes, Mild NSFW, Tentacles, Fluff, Possible spoilers, Relationship, No abuse, Consent. - A/N: This novelette has only been published onto my Tumblr (faize-art), AO3 (Faize_art), and WattPad (Faize001). Please do not redistribute it nor claim it as your own work.

So my original description was apparently too long. About 895 characters over the 2000 character limit. I am WAY too fuckin lazy to rewrite the shit, so I'm just gonna dedicate a whole panel/chapter to it. Anyway, quick disclaimer: I DO NOT own Overlord or D&D, no media I may use within this story belongs to me either as I will be using pictures every now and then. I only own the OCs I made for this fanfic. So with that said, ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED AND BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS. This fanfic will follow the events of the anime but will eventually deviate from the original story/timeline. Also, here's your ONE AND ONLY WARNING: This story will get pretty fucked up. No whitewashing and zero fucks given about sensitivity or anything of the sort. You have been warned.