Xal 🦑 #1 Mind Flayer Supremacist 🦑

Perfect. Added to my playlist. 😍

Yes, lately I've been wanting to write a lot about them, because their relationship is the only bright thing they had in Sshamath.
What's more, Aleanth'tar is just so soft and gentle. He delicately complements Xal without being overshadowed by him.
I love this fragile contrast.

Xal's transformation from a vulgar whore to a vulgar asexual is amusing in a way.

He can still simulate sex with humanoids if it allows him to penetrate deeper into their minds to get what he really wants, but he no longer derives any pleasure from the physical act of sex.

After Xal became an Illithid, physical sex became... nothing to him. He lost the ability to feel arousal from physical caresses, and instead began to seek new emotions and sensations in the minds of other beings. Some might call it mental sex, but Xal doesn't see it that way.

This continued until Xal decided to have sex with the Emperor. He expected roughness and forcefulness, but instead received sensuality and tenderness.

After his rebirth and several endless years spent in torture and rape, Xal began to fear and despise sex. The very thought of allowing someone to touch his body caused Xal to vomit and panic.

he had no shortage of sexual partners, ranging from prostitutes to attractive young men with whom he studied at the academy. For him, sex was simply a means of satisfying his needs, nothing more, nothing less.
Xal had a very high libido, so he loved sex, preferably rough sex.

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Positive ---> Negative ---> Neutral.

During the period when Xal lived in Sshamath, he was quite horny. Xal did not believe in the existence of love in the Underdark at all, but he did believe in his physiological needs.

Unfortunately, I don't often talk about this, I don't know why. Perhaps road movie are simply challenging for me.

It was a time of brief healing for Xal and his attempts to build a new life. A bright spot in his existence. Xal himself considers that period to be very important for him, and memories of that time warm his soul.

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I would like to reveal more about the period when Xal travelled with Kealen, because a lot of funny and not-so-funny events happened during that time, and also because, with Kealen's support, Xal began to resemble not a drunkard, but a handsome young elf.

The core that started it all for him and for me.
In fact, Xal was born because I adore the Emperor and really wanted my character to adore him too.

A cool protagonist who loves the Emperor, whom everyone hates. Wow. nteresting, creative! 😂
Fortunately, Xal quickly transcended these boundaries. He became a personality with an absolutely crazy lore and an equally crazy character, but he still loves the Emperor.

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Even before I created him.
I mean, I created him specifically so that he would become ‘the one’ to me. Not in the sense that he was supposed to be something special to me, but simply that he was supposed to be a continuation of me and my desires in bg3.

And I like it.
I'm proud of what Xal has become, and his strength and stubbornness are just one of his most notable aspects that I love about him.

He wants to live and will live, despite everything.
So he simply sees no other way out than to take his bloodstained sword and just carry on living.
I didn't originally plan this path for him, but at some point it just became obvious to me.

Xal is strong.
It doesn't matter how hard he is beaten, humiliated, or how much fate hates him, because after all that, he will still get up. Wounded, broken, with pain in his soul and tears in his eyes, he will get up and move on, because he loves life more than anything else in the world.

I don't even need to make an effort to write about him now. I just know him, his actions, his words, his reactions and emotions simply flow through my mind, he is a part of me, but not me. I don't want to be like him, but I want to enjoy watching him.

but Xal helps me, if not to heal, then at least to forget for a while about the shit surrounding me.
Before, he was just a character to me. An ordinary one that I could forget as soon as I left bg3, but over time I began to see him as a person, a fictional one, but a person nonetheless.

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I'm just proud of Xal. Not for anything specific, just for the fact that he came into my mind one day.
Over the past few years, I have been going through a very difficult period in my life, and the political situation in the world is making things even worse,

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Shit 🖤
Fuck ❤️
Fucking shit 🖤❤️🖤

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Psychoactive mushrooms ofc, favoured by Illithids. 😌
Sometimes he eats too many of them.

He simply does not have the strength to be a warrior.

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Diplomacy.
Xal's attempts to be a good diplomat usually end in ultra-violence. It's funny because Xal is actually VERY charismatic. 😌
Also, he's a shitty warrior-swordsman, oddly enough. Because without the help of magic, he can't handle his beloved swords; he can't even swing them.

His brother, however, never remembered what he had said after he regained consciousness. And that monologue frightened him no less.

Can I trust you as much as I trusted my brother?"

It was the weirdest, most unpleasant, scariest question Xal had ever heard. This whole quiet, intimate monologue from his delirious brother was painful and wrong for Xal.

*He lowers both hands, opens his eyes, looks at Xal, but his gaze is sorrowful, lifeless. Tears in the corners of his eyes froze and did not run down his cheeks.

"I wonder why you are still alive after that? You should not be alive..."

...

"Are you my brother? Who are you? Are you truly him?

The head stuck in that door is laughing at you, ussta 'chev korit'al.

*With his other hand, he reaches for Xal's lips, slowly running his thumb along his lower lip.

"And your lips allowed you to breathe in what lies beyond.
I miss your warm, deep breathing, you know. I miss it so much..."

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"Your hand is cold as a corpse's, now completely unlike mine."

*In a deep trance and delirium, he presses Xal's hand to his neck. For a few seconds, he tries to warm Xal's fingers.

"The eyes at the tips of your fingers gazed beyond that door, didn't they?