They hatched within the shadowy depths...

The secret layer of the Jyijin party of illithid men and women had recently been discovered by the human clan in Dankbark. The illithid settlers had found themselves banished from their city for an attempt to overthrow the opposing party of illithid who currently held power there. It had not been long before the illithid were discovered, and very few, if any would make it out alive. One man in particular did make it out alive, and it was his soul mission to ensure the continuation of his bloodline. He took a sack and placed in it as many eggs as he could fit from the makeshift hatchery. As his fellow illithid were cut to pieces, the man ran from the small encampment and through the woods, west. Unsure of where he'd go, or if he'd survive he traveled night and day foraging or stealing what little food he could. He eventually reached Seringale and slipped into the sewers. He slithered deep into the subterranean lair, reassured by the safety of the dark sewers. It would not be long before he reached his destination, a small crevice deep within the sewers. This would have to suffice as he was sure there were humans still searching for the renegade illithid. He tucked the nearly hatched eggs into the crevice with what little resources he'd brought along with him and quickly headed back to the surface. He would not live much longer beyond that point, but did ensure the survival of his bloodline. It was fifteen eggs in all that were left, and fourteen that hatched two days later. It was the unhatched brother that first met his demise to the infant spawns. Even a day old, their instinct for survival lead them to devour the contents of the egg. Through the weeks they grew, early on mostly feeding on the weakest among them. By five months the adolescents numbered had dwindled greatly. There were only 3 tiny illithids left. It was at this time they instinctively ventured out from the crevice they'd called home and nested in. As time passed each of the three grew to fend for themselves in the sewers, feeding on rats and any other small creatures they could rap their tentacles around. As they grew their natural curiosity peeked, and they began to sneak above to the surface. Although they did not communicate they would often see one another in their dealings beneath Seringale. It was one random day the biggest of the three learned about his history, the politics that had lead to his family leaving their home and settling deep within the thicket of Dankbark. All leading to the swift discovery and murder of his people by the humans. It was on that day the young illithid, who through luck had outgrown his other two siblings devised a plan. He called upon his siblings, and began to tell them the story. He'd brought several rats for them to feast on, in order to keep their attention and their presence as he shared his knowledge. Unimpressed by the story the two began to leave and as quickly as they did their agony begun. They'd been poisoned, the rats had been fed a large dose of a deadly toxin that affects the heart, only hours before their arrival. Their deaths were agonizing but quick, leaving bow only one of the original 15 young delivered to the sewers that night. With the two bodies before him, he outstretched all 8 of his tentacles around their heads and began to feast, cracking the heads open like walnuts, and slurping the brains out with muffled gargles. As he did, his mind began to fuse with that of the two and even the traces of the minds of the siblings he'd been hatched alongside. His small head began to grow in size rapidly, developing more eyes as it did. Having devoured the last of his clan, he took upon the name Jyijin, and took on the role of speaker for all that came before him.