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Illithoid
The Illithoid race descends from half of the Soulless Goddess, Illith. Many races, the Kephera in particular, consider people of the Illithoid race to be abominations due to their origins.
They are very different in appearance compared to other races of the Basin. Their pale skin ranges from shades of grey and purple, and they have a mouth upon their sternum. Within this mouth is another thing unique to Illithoid: a sentient 'Inner Worm' that resides within the body of every single illithoid and feeds upon psychic energies.
Culture
They, like their mortal enemies the Kephera, have a racial home within the Undervault, though these two lifestyles vary drastically. Without hives and spoiled Queens, the Illithoid of the Undervault are kept within the Illithoid Prison, sealed away behind the Seal of Keph beneath the waves of the Undersea, where they plot to escape.
When Illithoid first came to the surface of the Basin, they brought with them the teachings of Nekotai and Ninjakari, which they taught to the Glomdoring Commune and the City of Magnagora respectively.
Politics
The Illithoid race is currently banned from citizenship in the City of New Celest and in the Serenwilde Commune.
Racial Emotes
The illithoid's racial emote is 'ILLSHIFT'.
'The fleshy maw on (Illithoid)'s sternum loosens and begins to shudder and twitch, before tightening once more.'
'(Illithoid) faces you, his/her inner worm stretching outwards menacingly in your direction, tasting the air around you.'
'(Illithoid)'s inner worm snakes out of his/her sternum, approaching (target) menacingly. His/Her expression of anticipation begins to fade away as his/her worm sinks back in, a muffled hissing noise lingering in the air.'
First person untargetted: 'You feel a mild discomfort as your sternal mouth loosens and clenches again.'
First person targetted: 'You turn to face the command chair, your sternal mouth opening to allow your inner worm to taste its psionic emanations.'