Answers in a Jar
Twenty Third Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC
A hypothetical intruder who made it past the deadly flesh-forged guardians, the rune-forged traps and the half-lidded eye of the Forge's guiding intelligence, and somehow slipped under the eye of the black armored 'knights' who stood silent vigil at the laboratory's door, might have thought the place eerily silent save for the slow arrhythmic thumps of the various masses and samples growing. Yet if one had the gift to listen closely to sounds no human ear was ever meant to detect, it would be possible to catch a sort of vibration in the air coming from the shifting tentacles of the laboratory's master as he glided inches above the floor. For all he had changed, Qyburn still had the habit of humming to himself when he was pleased with his latest work.
It's not perfect, no definitely not that, he thought looking at the brass bound jar in which the captured illithid's brain floated with deceptive serenity.
But it will do, it will do very well indeed for something crafted so swiftly. Above the jar, a simple unliving guardian glared down with balefire eyes affixed upon the dial on the opposite shelf, a detection method for the brain attempting to wield its innate powers. Even without a body, even without senses, the illithidae could still technically use the powers of the mind to escape, but not without being detected, and when the guardian noticed the slightest fluctuation it would administer a painful, though not harmful, burst of necrotic energy, just enough to break concentration.
Given a bit more time the flesh-smith was certain he could link detection and shock in the same being, but this would do for now. Now for the important parts...
"Are you inclined to cooperate?" he sent to his prisoner.
The wave of rage, loathing, and contempt that washed over him in reply was all too familiar.
How one could be part of a fellowship of like-minded and distinct beings like the Dominion for all those ages and lack basic courtesy was one mystery he was quite certain he would never decipher.
Unfortunately, being several thousand years behind the times meant that many of the plans the prisoner knew of were of no real relevance to anything but historical study. If the Empire ever did organize an expedition to the Thousand Islands then perhaps the knowledge of the inhabitants' former customs and the layout of their now ruined realm would be of some use, but he doubted it would be anytime soon. King Viserys did have an affinity for odd subjects granted, but he did not let it get in the way of more practical concerns.
Gained Binder of Information on the Thousand Islands (+10 to knowledge rolls about their past; more likely to be able to engage in diplomacy with the locals)
I can still get more use out of the power and other knowledge locked within. Qyburn thought for a moment that the brain in the jar shivered away from the glass before he shook away the fancy with a slightly higher vocalization that sent crystalline instruments humming in counterpoint, a chuckle.
It did not have anything to shiver with.
His good mood did not survive the encounter with the chronomancer's corpse. Attempts to invest it with a semblance of life in order to extract its secrets only produced an incoherent jumble of sound and light bubbling through its flesh that might have been mistaken for a cunning trap by another mage. The truth was far simpler if more frustrating. The being to which the corpse had belonged to was simply too alien, too immersed in the energies of the Beyond for the spell-matrix to catch. Not even the Wisdom attempting to replicate the spell with her mastery of the arcane showed a different result.
Aboleth Corpse cannot be affected by Speak with Dead or similar spells
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OOC: Not your best rolls this turn, but Qyburn is having fun at least.