DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything forgotten realms, those creative sources come from Wizards of the Coast. I do not own a lot of the characters fought against or those giving quest lines. The only thing I own is Lillianna, Landen, Tenshi, Keisuke, Yosie, Haku, Naka, Kido, Kiro, Kisa, Ishtar, and Lyric. Denryx, Wrath, and Blu are owned by my partner. Nightshade is owned by my sister in law, and Sir Dickless Panzy/Sir Baxter the Third is owned by my brother in law. I'm sure I've forgotten some of the disclaimer, but I'm not writing these for profit. I'm writing them as they're fucking glorious and Lillianna/Landens story doesn't end with storytelling roleplay. :) ADD: I also don't own Lillianna and Landen's dad. But I'll leave the name out so there should be no issue. Second ADD: Esteban is an actual Wizards of the Coast character, but Esteban isn't his name currently I don't believe, in cannon lore. This is a story that has been in the works since 3.5, you'll actually see Lillianna talk about how her powers get weird at some point...That would be transition from 3.5 to 5E, you'll hear mention of a spell plague? Something. I research as I go and I don't remember what sparked the change in magic other than the goddess of magic being punished or killed...you can look that up on your own time :D

The Adventures of Lillianna

A Forgotten Realms Fan Fiction

My entire life has been nothing but caution. Since I was very little, my family had ensured that my brother and I saw no combat, conflict, or violence of any sort. Funny how now, I should recount the issue on my death bed... The darkness taking me while I monologue to myself about how unsuccessful I was at accomplishing my main mission in life...

To keep a long traumatic childhood story short, I was very young when my father went missing, and due to this event, my mother left my siblings and I to grieve... Only she never came back either. My older sister Melody stepped up to the plate to take care of us. Letting the rest of the family know that ultimately she would be our guardian. My grandmother, less than pleased with the whole turn of events, bargained that she would help my sister establish her tavern so we would have a stable home front.

She gave an added stipulation, that my brother and I would study at the Morningstar Academy, located in Ireland, and receive the same education the entire family had. This included, but was not limited to; Archery, Swordsmanship, Maths, All Languages of the world dead or alive, Philosophy, Technology Science, Visual and Performing Arts, Economics, Religious Mythos from around the world. As well as black, white and green magic classes, Introductions to "Mythological" creatures, Tolerance studies... I believe the point has been made.

It wasn't an ordinary school... New students typically consisted of "Supernatural" beings, with the occasional special human here or there. Often times, my sister would check my schedule to make sure I wasn't in combat classes (though I did take the basic self defense and can generally use any weapon, not good, but I am versed in their methods, if not practiced).

Melody had made it clear to my entire family (a family of vigilante assassins mind you...Only hunt the truly evil, protect the family, that kind of thing) that Landen and I were not to engage in combat, and our abilities were only to be nurtured for a simple life. After losing our father and mother, people she was privileged enough to get to know, she was a bit...protective.

My grandmother, Tenshi, did better by us. Secretly she taught us martial arts, and how to use our abilities respectively. Landen seemed to be able to control inanimate constructs and I... Well, they were all rather surprised when I'd brought a dead bird back to life. My Aunt Yosie had become distant for some time after my powers had manifest, but it was later that I'd found out she was looking into Necromancy with my uncle Haku, so they could better assist me with the magic.

So our lives were set in stone. Go to school and learn (what I could, I was horribly bullied and Landen became the school asshole for sticking up for me...), then head home to the tavern so we could live "normal" if you could call it that. It wasn't enough for me. Too many questions lingered on the past. What happened to my father, where did my mother run off too that she'd abandon us for over a hundred years... None of it made sense to me...

Due to our bloodline, the three of us didn't grow after we hit a certain physical age, and I had to sit and ponder, do research and dig for any answers for a couple hundred years. I didn't find anything on either of them...but I did find information about a book. A book that could answer any question in the known universes. Nothing super solid, but enough for me to get a toe in the door that would lead me in something akin to the right direction.

My brother and I went to Grandmother and begged her to assist us. To talk Melody into letting us live at the school for a better schooling experience. Using my bullying as a selling point. "They'll be seen as equals then, and not privileged grand kids of the headmistress." Ultimately Melody agreed and we started our adventure.

We weren't there for a couple days before she'd had us shipped to an acquaintance of hers in a world known as Toril. The world itself was...extremely underdeveloped. There was no technology to speak of. The closest thing you could find was artifacts, and even then when we first got there, those artifacts weren't much of anything to brag about. Even so, for as underdeveloped as it was, the tolerance and acceptance was a bit more than I was used to. Humans walked along side Elves with no prejudice. When we arrived at the adventures guild Keisuke was a part of, the shear diversity absolutely amazed me.

The island the guild was located on, is called Tharsult, in the middle of the Shinning Sea. Once upon a time, it was known for it's trade goods. The guild sat on top of a cave system that grew a special kind of mushroom you could only find on that island. The individual who funded the guild, funded it mostly to keep the mushrooms protected so he could monopolize the wine for his own profits. The individual in question is a pit fiend named Esteban.

Esteban had apparently employed Keisuke and his group for a couple things, decided he liked them, and offered them a more...permanent job. Hints the guild. While there, my brother and I would be sent on missions, under supervision of course., we were the new fish. But Keisuke had already proven himself and so when he offered us up to Denryx, a centaur (with a borrowed eye and arm) and head of the guild, Den was more than willing to utilize our services.

It wasn't all work. There were stretches of time where we had no work coming in at all. Those were the times we had to study, work on new spells, or...well, I liked to explore the island. There wasn't much we could do in the ways of searching for the book in question, Keisuke informed us that we would need to work a little more for the guild before we could request our own special assignments. We didn't object of course. Any bit of help we could get, was graciously received.

It was during this time that I'd found a strange small black crystal floating about the island randomly. At time's I'd see it on floating above the outcropping hanging over half the guild. The thing would sit there, almost as if observing the new inhabitants of the island, before just zipping off... It wasn't until a bit later that I found it was a crystal that belonged to an Underdark dweller known only as Wrath.

Wrath is...an interesting character. His race is a parasitic race of futuristic aliens that reproduce by placing a zygote like thing in a humanoid they feel is powerful enough. Over time, the Zygote eats the humanoids brain and the body changes to match that of the others. This race is called Illithid. When the Zygote eats the brain of the humanoid, typically the humanoid in question is lost as the Zygote takes over. In some rare, EXTREMELY RARE, cases, the humanoids personality and memories remain with the Zygote and override the hive mind mentality that comes from the "Elder Brain" a large psychic brain in a pool of brine that controls everything it subjugates.

Wrath...well, he remembers his past life, which is why he uses the pronouns "He and Him" I assume, as Illithid don't have reproductive anatomy. Wrath, when I first met him, fascinated me to no ends (though I will confess he still does). His story pulled empathy from me, being captured by Drow, he had his tentacles removed so he could no longer eat brains. Slaves were not allowed to over throw their lords...and an Illithid's main line of physical defense/offense are the tentacles that adorn their faces. They use their Psyonics to immobilize their target, before using the tentacles to invade the head and eat the brain. Gruesome I know...

Wrath eventually escaped his captures, met a special type of goblinoid known as a BLU, and named him just that out of humor. Eventually, after being abandoned to the Drow, Wrath changed his name appropriately to convey his emotions, (as he was not known as Wrath before his enslavement) and he'd bring the full force of his wrath upon his brethren for their betrayal. If I'm recalling correctly, he managed just that... And brought down the rest of Tharsultdeep so that he was the only ruler of the underground domain. It was the only part of the Underdark that did not have any connecting point to the rest of the underground civilizations.

It may seem I'm hyper focusing on him, but understand that, he plays a major role in my adventures, AND quite frankly, may be the only reason we were able to defeat the demons rampaging the Underdark of the main land...

Landen and I had been servicing the guild in whatever way possible, helping Keisuke and Denryx where we could. Ultimately, a job came in from the lords alliance to help with the underdark... Some strange things were going on and we were called to investigate the happenings. While down their, we were captured by Drow, broke loose and ended up helping out some Kowtow. Though, in hindsight that wasn't the best idea. A fight broke out during a ceremony and apparently we accidentally let Demogorgon loose? The details in my mind are muddled now. I don't think we actually let it loose, but I don't know that we didn't help in the end...

Ultimately Demogorgon ignored us so we managed to escaped and were on a large lake underground when my grandmother appeared out of nowhere, livid, apparently the release of Demogorgon was something that she'd heard word of even from our universe...She took me and Landen back to our world where she split us up. I've not seen Landen since... But I was charged to do research into the demons of that realm and how best to combat them. My grandmother eventually gave me a list of ingredients that needed to be collected for a ritual to bring all the demon lords together so we could defeat them and send them back to the Abyss.

Once I'd had the information I needed, I was sent back. I'd ended up back in King Bruenor Battlehammer's city Mithral Hall, where I ultimately introduced myself as one of the adventures sent from Tharsult. Amazingly enough, there was an old man there with, dare I say it Blu. I knew immediately who the "Old Man" was. Wrath had joined the fight against the demons and I couldn't have felt more comfortable with anyone else by my side other than Landen.

It was at this time that we were informed we had a way into Menzoberranzan, the place where it's believed the demons ACTUALLY were released from. Wrath infiltrated it with me and soon we found the arch mages quarters...He'd had a secret room in there where he had captured a Yochlol that was assisting him in the release of the demons. Apparently, Lolth, the Drow goddess and spider queen, had wanted the abyss to be empty for some plan she had had.

It was there I found a book bound with skin and bones. It should be noted that THIS was NOT the book of knowledge I'd heard about. The promise of knowledge that radiated off the book itself was to much for me to bare however... Even with Wrath standing there, informing me that the book should not be touched, I decided to pick it up anyway. Upon touching the book I was transported to a space devoid of anything other than a skeletal hand, which I found myself standing on. There was a pedestal holding a piece of parchment and a quill. A large single eye gazed down at me, that's when I heard the voice reverberate around me. "Sign".

Of course I was hesitant, looking around trying to find a different path then signing my name...but in the end, it seemed the only option. I supposed I could have told the voice to fuck off, in hindsight, I should have... Upon signing the paper, my body was enveloped in great pain, and my mind, darkness.

When I woke, Wrath stood over me, and though you can't find emotion in the milky white of an Illithid's eyes, his tentacles were writhing anxiously. "That looked painful..." He'd said pulling away from me. Apparently I'd been screaming from the moment I touched the book. He'd mentioned that it was a good thing we were inside the mages personal extra dimensional space, otherwise we would have been staring at a small army of Drow charged to investigate the noise.

It took a moment for me to realize that the reason for the pain, was because my left arm and right eye had been replaced. My left arm was...skeletal, and my eye was now a sickly yellow color, with a dingy green color for the iris...stark contrast to my usual yellow... I didn't have a significant amount of time to inspect what else had changed on me, because we left shortly after, staying way longer than we should have to begin with, all because I couldn't escape my own lust for knowledge.

The book did help though, against the Demon invasion I mean. It took me...quite a bit of time, to attune to the book. I can't help but think it would have gone much slower, had Roaringhorn, a wizard called upon to assist in the invasion, not helped me. Due to the books corrosive nature, we had to design a container for the thing. Roaringhorn had me go to one of the smiths in Mithral Hall and discuss the ore we'd use. Eventually, with Roaringhorn's help yet again, we managed to create a cute little casket for the book. It had an extra-dimensional space in it so the book wouldn't corrode the casket quickly.

It was after those three to four weeks of feverishly working together on the book, casket and demons, that Roaringhorn came to me to inform me he had other business to attend to elsewhere, but that the demon scourge and the book, were now my responsibility and that he had faith, we could put a stop to it.

And we did, finally. With the help of a Paladin known as Sir Baxter, and a Drow shadow stalker named Nightshade. Both fine, capable warriors and it was only because of Baxter and his sacrifice that we were even able to put the demons back where they were. We had a spell that could bring them all to one place, and after waiting for them to kill each other, Demogorgon was the only demon prince left. With one of Demogorgon tentacle arms protruding from the paladins back, I watched as he brought down the final blow upon the beast. Following a bright light, everything in my vision went dark.

Apparently we took a bit to recover, but upon doing so, were were awarded riches and land. Sir Baxter had perished in the fight... but it hadn't mattered to me in the slightest at that moment... At this point, the book had taken it's toll on me, and due to encountering a bunch of demon lords between me acquiring it and the final battle, I'd managed to get my hands on the Wand of Orcus. Orcus is a the demon prince of the undead, and his wand...well, it's an artifact of amazing skill. Due to the change in magic, not sure what brought it about, but I wasn't able to...control, my undead friends any longer. Not to the extent that I could before Toril's magic became...touchy. With the wand, it was if my powers had been restored, and even surpassed.

Both of these artifacts, that now shared a space in the casket, had me...a bit detached from myself... I wanted nothing to do with anyone. I hadn't seen Landen in what felt like ages, my mood had soured considerably, and to make sure the book didn't overtake my own mind, I had to commit acts of "evil". Wrath helped... He brought me one of his thralls after so many days, for me to sacrifice to the book. It was, uncomfortable at first, but then I just...steadily got used to it, and when we were on the path to finding all the ingredients necessary for the spell, I had to take matters into my own hands and perform little acts of malice for the book to remain in my possession or not take me over completely.

Why did I keep the book? The answer was simple, the book held all the information you could find on evil, and the Demons Lords were nothing if not evil. I had all their weaknesses and strengths at my fingertips. I could utter the dark language and make other evil creatures tremble in fear. I could look at my comrades and see the physical shiver of disgust from the paladin and feel the caution coming from the Drow. My attitude was awful and dark, and I had thoughts that I'd never had before... All in all the experience was mostly detached. I don't remember a lot of it, but I know that the book is probably why I'm here now...

Here...where is here... and how did I get here...I remember arriving back at the island from the water vessel we'd been traveling on after the defeat of the demons. As soon as I set foot on the dock, everything went black... And now I hear the same morbid laughter that I'd heard upon signing the book... Laughing, taunting as I slip away. Honestly, it feels like forever ago that I slipped into this void and slowly, I can feel my limbs...disappearing? I'm not sure...I can't see them, but I can feel that they aren't there anymore. The eye and arm were first, but now, I can't feel anything but the anxiety in my back of my neck up into my mind. Maybe those are tears...I can't tell. Maybe I could just...sleep...for a little while...

Haven't I done enough? So what if I don't get closure from my mother as to why she abandoned us when we needed her too... So what if I never found out what happened to father... And Landen? He's a grown man...he doesn't need me anymore... Melody won't be happy about this...and Grandmother will be furious that I let myself go so bad...but I'm tired. I've been working so hard for this land, just in the hopes of finding my own answers... but no more...

I'm just going to sleep for a little while... Funny...I can't seem to feel my face...