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Evading the Elder Brain

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Evading the Elder Brain is an excerpt from an interrogation.

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This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink.

Properties

  • Books
  • Author: Enver Gortash Enver Gortash
  • Rarity: Common
  •  Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
  • Price: 14 gp
  • UID BOOK_LOW_SteelWatchFoundry_EvadingTheElderBrain
    UUID 4d72280b-db9b-46c0-bc99-997acce3f49e


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The 'Emperor' as interrogated by Gortash, Part 3


Gortash: When we captured you, you were a rogue, an autonomous illithid beyond the power of the elder brain that transformed you.


Emperor: That is correct.


Gortash: When we brought you back into the psionic ambit of our hovering friend the Absolute, your defences were overwhelmed and you returned to your former servile state.


Emperor: Also correct.


Gortash: How did you escape the control of the elder brain in the first place?


Emperor: In my original humanoid form, I possessed an exceptionally strong personality - so much so that even after ceremorphosis I was still substantially 'myself'. Of course, I concealed this beneath a semblance of perfect servitude.


Gortash: And that's why the elder brain was willing to send you out of the colony on scouting missions?


Emperor: Yes, as I told you before.


Gortash: How long did you feign mental slavery before you were able to escape?


Emperor: Thirteen and three-quarters years.


Gortash: Until finally you were given a mission to Baldur's Gate, distant enough to be out of the elder brain's control?


Emperor: That is correct.


Gortash: Remarkable.


Emperor: That is correct.


Gortash: And you don't mind that we've brought you back under psionic control?


Emperor: I am entirely devoted to the needs of our elder brain and of its masters.


Gortash: You're not lying about that, right?


Emperor: Correct. That would be impossible.