"Malla Ilharess!" the Ilithid looked on, disrupting any words spoken.
'I will eat your thoughts, you will be mine' it gurgled as it took ownership of the male.
"Attack!!!" screeched the Ilharess, the troops running at them with full force, those from the accompanied caravans jumping down from them in a rush, grabbing whatever weaponry they could find along the way. Blood spilled easily, finding its rest on the soft dusty ground, wetting it into a mud. The Ilharess screamed more as she ordered more and more towards the Ilithid. "Get it, get it!"
They clamored closer, each of them taken down easily turning rapidly against their recent allies. The Ilithids army grew, time had no mercy for the convoy. Swords sliced into dark flesh, the hands of their own cutting down kin, relentlessly, their eyes glazed with a white hue. They were lost. They had the worst fate. They were dogs on leashes, worse so, they were empty vessels, their minds and thoughts overtaken by a foul creature, the remnants of their brains dripping through their nostrils. As the new army marched forward, not looking back at the carnage they had created, recklessly wading through bodies as if zombies out for flesh, they struck the house weapons master, surrounding him as he called his last words "Re----treaaa---" He could not finish, daggers, swords, and finally an axe, ended him. The Ilharess looked on in shock, her eyes widening, a hint of fear showing in her eyes, quickly turning into a scowl as she slammed her hammer into the ground. "I will kill you all! You are all heretics! Lolth will crush you! Lolth will crush you all!" She screamed charging forward, her prayers evident on her skin, it sparkling brilliantly and brightly. Some might say she looked like a fallen angel, so delicate and so strong, a will of fury and faith. Some would say she was a fool. But nothing would stop her, she was determined and she believed in her Goddess. She believed in her race. She was an Ilharess and she would not be beaten by a mere Ililithid! "Today is the day you die! Heretics!" She screamed slamming her hammer into the head of a male. She swung, and swung, her energy never dwindling, the spikes protruding from her hammer swinging against sculls, cracking each like eggs, her strength ferocious and unrelenting.
She took a breath, her hammer falling by her side as her body pulsated with adrenaline and exhaustion, having killed all that had once served her. Her eyes devoid of emotion she looked ahead of her, her eyes narrowing sharply onto the Illithid. It gurgled and sucked, a thought not escaping its mind, as if taunting her. She watched as its tentacles flipped and sucked, her anger growing once more as she took a steady grip of her hammer. "You will not defeat me! You are nothing! You will----" She charged with everything she had, sparing a thought for nothing else but death. She wanted to see it bleed, she wanted to stomp its brains out, she wanted to hammer it to a pulp, she wanted. Just wanted. Her fury took over her, the divinity of Lolth consuming her with a power she had not felt in what seemed like ages. She became more confident as she ran towards it, an exhale parting from her lips as she took her hammer to it, it pausing in its tracks.
'Sweet Ilharess. You do not want to hurt me.' She struggled, fighting against the thoughts. "No!" A pained scream released from her lips. 'Now now, come now, drop the hammer.' She fought, gripping tightly still, her body convulsing against the impulses to drop her only lifeline. "N-nooo!"
'Sweet Ilharess' the Ilithid toyed 'Don’t you want to serve me?' the Ilharess shivered in her skin, her weakness beginning to show, her will deteriorating rapidly under the power of the Ilithid. She closed her eyes, her body flopping back as the long arms of the creature took hold of her, its tentacles sucking over her skin as if to taste her scent. She pushed her fingers towards her chest, a shallow yelp of faith gurgling under the sucking noises as her brain was stolen from her. "Lolth... tlu malla!"
She dropped to the ground, lifeless, worthless now to the Illithid, her fingers uncurling to reveal what would look to be a small intricately carved piece of bone, aged and weathered.
