The party discovered to their horror that Fargas had been horribly and ritualistically murdered
Everyone was questioned quite closely, but there didn’t appear to be clear evidence.
Could some creature be STALKING THE PARTY?
Towards the end of the day, the party came upon a curious and wondrous site. Sitting comfortably near a large pond was an (dreaded, feared, hated) Illithid who was crabbing and fishing. He called companionably over to the party and invited them over for supper.
Most of the party was pretty nervous about acceptaing his invite, but Shuushar and Derendil came, and then the others.
He introduced himself as R’yleh, and said he had lived here for 25 or so years, ever since his mental illness (finding other beings worthy of respect) had struck. Before that he had lived in the Illithid city of Ch’ichit’l to the southwest.
You entered his fantastic dwelling, much like a geodesic dome, but multi colored, and weirdly organic looking and pulsing. Almost, to your discomfort, like you were being digested….
He knew a short cut to the Darklake that would save them several days. It is just a matter of swimming into the pond and following an underground cavern. This will of course require swimming and holding ones breath. So maybe its dangerous. But it will save a lot of time.
Fish and other foods were prepared, some by Sleeves. An old pot was given by R’yleh to Sleeves when he recognized a follow conoisseur of the cooking arts.
Intoxicating liquors and weeds were imbibed mostly by R’yleh and Gabin – the others were still suspicious. Could it be a mind flayer could be decent and trust worthy?
As the night continued onwards, R’yleh recited his poetry, which consisted of disturbing haikus about eating brains.
He and Shusshar talked animatedly for hours about philosophy and argued different ways to maximize benefits to the 3rd power of compassion per unit cost.
And he gave several water proof rucksucks that could be tied quickly made of fish skins and treated with rare unguents and oils to carry some of the parties stuff.While he is an odd host, he is a genial one, and often his tentacles fibrillate with laughter as he tells a joke. His poetry, while disturbingly obsessed with brains, was at least heart felt and seemed not at all malicious. His food, plentiful seafood expertly prepared by sleeves, is delicious. You all drift to sleep comfortably in his odd multicolored dwelling .