"Welcome to Faerun!" - Speech

'Im in Fearun?' - Thoughts

"We're in Fearun" - Telepathic Speech

"Ignis!" - Spells

I stood in front of an odd, almost leaf-shaped, platform that had an ugly alien-dick-looking device that stood straight up. It grabbed my attention immediately because of how odd it looked. It was pulsating and was weirdly warm to the touch, it was alive I think? But it had no buttons or levers of any kind. In the game all you had to do was click a button and you would float up. Here, I had to figure out something else. I thought about how to open it for a second and I seemed to have a breakthrough. I could almost feel the thing, I thought as hard as I could and willed the platform to move. Somehow, it worked and I felt it move!

The one thing I didn't think about when exploring this place was the smell. As I floated up onto the upper floor with the weird alien platform, a whiff of blood hit my nostrils. The oddest thing was that it smelt good. It gave me a similar feeling of smelling someone's cooking. It didn't make my mouth water or anything like that but it made my body shudder in a pleasurable way, frightening as it was I couldn't help but like it. It disgusted me to enjoy something so vile as the smell of blood but this wasn't my body after all. Who was this guy?

The closer and closer I got to the body of the thrall the more I relished the sight of it. The blood that leaked out of his open skull, the sight of gore and torture, the only thing that I didn't like was the fact I wasn't able to do it myself...

Smack!

I hit myself forcefully after thinking those horrible things. What's wrong with me? I never liked gore or the sight of blood, in fact, it even scared me a bit. The thought that I could be someone like this. It scared me, this wasn't who I was, this isn't who I was. Something was terribly wrong with me.

When I was about 10 feet or so away from the thrall an unfamiliar pain and feeling went through my head. It felt like we were... connected somehow. I could feel the thrall, sense him even. I could feel his pain, his sorrow, his desire for the release of death... These mind flayers really fucked him up. He laid perfectly still, I could've even mistaken him for a dead body, but I knew he was alive.

"Yes! You've come to save us from this place, from this place you'll free us! Please, before they return, they return." The brain spoke in my mind and its thoughts echoed in my head. With every word, the brain wiggled and squirmed in excitement.

What the fuck?

The brain spoke in an odd stuttering way with multiple voices at once. It was odd and jittery like the brain was running from something.

"Ugghh!" I groaned in pain. A piercing headache and a surge of new information hit my skull. This was an intellect devourer, a minion of the mind flayers. The source of information came out of nowhere, not from my head but from this body, I think. Damn what is happening!

I stared at the brain again, its gross pulsations and bloody mess pulled me in. All I could think about was what I could do with it, how I could leave it in a bloody heaping mess, how I wished to hear its cries and to see it die a slow and painful death... Then I couldn't think of anything.

I awoke with a gasp the once exposed and lively brain was nothing more than a heap of flesh on the ground. Chunks of brain littered the ground, thrown around like a child does with its toys. It's obvious whatever I did just now I did in excitement. Blood dripped from my hands and splattered on the already bloody ground. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I know what I am now, what these feelings are. What I did wasn't of my own doing, it was this body's vile blood. The Dark Urge. Just thinking about it left a horrible taste in my mouth. How much worse of a body could I be born into? I didn't want this,, couldn't have this. I know I wished for something like this but to actually become this devil and to do something so horrible? I couldn't dare to think about it. But I knew the secrets of this Urge, of this world. I could fight this, resist it. I will not fall to my Dark Urge's, no matter what.

After one final look at the mutilated brain, I descended back to the first floor where I could continue my adventure. It sucked to know what I was, but a bit of me was glad to find out what was wrong with me. Now that I know what I'm up against I know what I can do to defeat this Dark Urge. But that comes second now, I have to escape this place first, and then I can get started on resisting the Urge.

There was only one way out of this mess of a ship and, of course, half of it was on fire. It looked like a chunk was either blown up or chewed out. And seeing how the Githyanki Riders were currently flying and attacking this ship, it was most likely that a dragon bit this hole out. It was easily 4 or 5 times my height and 3 times my height across, I always wished we could fight a dragon in the game but after coming here and seeing this?

Yeah, no thank you!

The ship constantly shook and there were countless Githyanki Riders that battled the ship relentlessly. It was a little scary to think I was going out into all that but for some reason, I didn't feel scared, or more accurately I felt that I could take on what was ahead. Confidence, maybe? But not mine, it was this body's. I took another look at my hands and body. My large pale hands didn't shake and my body felt like it was ready for what was coming up.

'Let's do this!' I thought with new-found confidence.

I walked forward confidently despite the situation and stepped out of the room. I was now on a walkway of some sort that was now destroyed. The open sky was an orange hue with huge clouds of smoke all around. Githyanki were riding red dragons that blew fire, I mean how fucking cool is that? The sight caught my breath and amazed me...

Only for a second, until my thoughts were interrupted by something that instinctually caught my attention. Without thinking, I unsheathed my sword and held my left hand out in front of me, energy beamed from my hand. Magic! I thought, I just knew what it was, instinctually. Not only that, my body also put myself into a combat stance as soon as I sensed danger. I turned around and looked up at the source of my danger that was currently somersaulting over me, it was only a flash of silver but I knew exactly who it was.

Lae'zel. Who else of course?

She elegantly shifted her body in the air and landed perfectly with her sword at the ready right in front of me. I saw an opportunity to attack but decided not to for obvious reasons. Lae'zel was much more stunning in front of my eyes than could ever be shown on a screen. She was beautiful and frighteningly so. It felt like time slowed down to allow me to gaze at her beauty. Her brown hair that fell around her shoulders waved in the wind, her hair also had exotic metal beads that were braided up and around her ears and tied in the back of her head. Her flawless greenish-yellow skin was not the only thing alien about her, she had long jagged ears and no nose bridge which made it obvious she wasn't human. All in all, she was beautiful. I always thought so but for some reason, she was even more beautiful than usual.

My thoughts were interrupted by her own words.

"Abomination. This is your end." Lae'zel said with an evil smirk on her face. It looked like someone just told her they got her favorite candy, or that she gets to go to her favorite vacation spot. It was obvious that she was going to enjoy killing me. Scary, but I knew that wouldn't happen.

Before I could get a word out what I was waiting for came. My head throbbed angrily and my skin tingled in familiarity. A thousand visions pass through my mind. A dragon's wing, a silver sword, and the face of the famous Githyanki's queen. Vlaakith that bitch. The last image surprised me the most though. It was me. Or at least the person I now was.

I looked, well, fucking terrifying for one. Secondly, surprisingly very handsome. In a rugged serial killer way I guess. I was huge in her eyes, which was not something that I realized. I easily stood a head taller than her, maybe even a bit more. I exuded strength and Lae'zel's instinct told her that I would be no easy fight. My face held a scarily tough look, I showed almost no emotion but my eyes told me everything. I almost mistook them for brown but they were a deep, deep red. My look showed that of a veteran and my gaze made even made me feel cold. My hair fell past my shoulder's in a middle part that held my face well. My pale face held a strong jaw that was covered by a well-trimmed beard, above it held a solid nose that complimented my face well. I looked good, better than I ever did or even could, but even I scared myself. I gotta work on that.

I was broken out of my thoughts by a horrible headache that made me groan in pain. Lae'zel groaned at the same time.

"My head, what is this... ngh! You are no thrall-Vlaakith blesses me this day! Together we might survive." Lae'zel said with a now happy smile instead of an evil one. She even sheathed her sword! Thats probably the best introduction with a Githyanki I'll ever get. I thought about what to say or do and decided that I could never tell anyone who they really were, and to try and keep their secrets a secret until they told me. It odd seeing someone and knowing their deepest darkest secrets, likes, dislikes, and even their fate. I pushed those thoughts aside and spoke for the first time since I got here.

"Who are you?" I asked simply. My voice was not my own, that much I suspected but it was way different from what I thought. First, I have a fucking British accent. Second, my voice was deep and commanding, like a superhero or something.

"Who am I? Your only chance of survival." Lae'zel said in her usual aggresive tone.

"We can't do anything until we escape that must be our priority," I said to her trying my best to sound serious.

She raised an eyebrow before speaking, "Well said. First, we exterminate the imps. Then we find the helm and take control of the ship. " Lae'zel said before she started to run across to where a group of imps feasted on a fresh corpse.

'How the hell did I not see them?' I thought before we were unexpectedly thrown into battle.