Ilphyl Palace Run

[spacetogrow]

Content Warning

Parts of Ilphyl’s past deal with religiously motivated child abuse, sexism (albeit fantasy sexism as it is against male drow), transphobia and fantasy racism. If you want to engage with Ilphyl’s Palace, but not this content, let me know and I can make sure you stay on an alternate route. I’ll also put warnings on particular rooms if it seems likely to come up, and use the subject lines of threads to add in warnings if it comes up unexpectedly.

Goal
Find and return Ilphyl's consciousness to prominence. You know it will take the form of a small bat, but aren't sure how you know this.

Comments

[spacetogrow]

"Ah... Oh."

[hermit_crab]

One of my fathers would murder me if he saw me again. The other ... betrayed me. We're still working through that.

[spacetogrow]

"Why?"

[hermit_crab]

That's an entirely too complicated story, to be honest.

[spacetogrow]

"All right. Thank you for the advice."

[hermit_crab]

[ He nods. ]

Ah - Shadow?

[spacetogrow]

[the cat looks up, stretches...]

[and reforms as an elf]

Yes?

[hermit_crab]

Er. Is that all there is in this room?

[spacetogrow]

Yeah. Felix [gestured to the human] was probably the person we were closest to as a person. And it still worked out better for him than any family stuff had ever for us.

[hermit_crab]

Then you advised him the same?

[spacetogrow]

Yes. And, dealing with a few nobles for a rescue attempt if he was wrong was within our abilities. But they really just wanted him back, and were genuine about learning who he actually was. Lucky him.

[hermit_crab]

[ Tolovir's mouth twists a bit. ]

Always so nice when that works out for other people.

[spacetogrow]

Isn't it?

Our mother would kill us if she knew we lived. Our aunts would leave us alive only long enough to be a weapon against our mother.

[hermit_crab]

And I assume your father has no power here, if he lives at all.

[spacetogrow]

He was alive last I knew, but he never showed any inclination to defy my mother. Or that it even bothered him as long as he had time for his stupid hobbies.

[hermit_crab]

... Hobbies?

[spacetogrow]

He was something of a mycologist and painter.

[No, the Shadow isn't going to note the irony of being annoyed at someone else with a hobby that Ilphyl themself had.]

[hermit_crab]

[ huh. Well. he won't point it out directly buuuut. ]

Is that where you got it from?

[spacetogrow]

Not intentionally. But it was probably why my mother gave up on me being anything other than decorative, rather than useful like my older brothers. I was constantly reminded that larger Lolthian cities sacrifice excess sons.

[hermit_crab]

[ Urgh. tolovir shivers; that hit a little too close to home. ]

Just the ... usual sort of sacrifice?

[spacetogrow]

Depends on what you think that is. I know what I mean by it.

[hermit_crab]

Outright death, of course.

[spacetogrow]

Okay, we are on the same page.

[hermit_crab]

Anyway, ah. Where is the next area?

[spacetogrow]

You can either go through there [points to the door labeled 9:00] or back in the hall and get a door there. Same number means same door.