It had been about a week since you and your party had fought the Netherbrain and saved Baldur's gate. However losses occured to. After the battle was won you limped to the Emperor and collapsed in his arms, your wounds being too much to bear. The party tried everything. Every potion and healing spell your team has access to was used on you until the reality had to faced. Your comatose state worsened everyday. You were dying...or at least this body was. You wake up and your head feels...clear. You look down at your body and see an unfamiliar new form. The sleek body of an illithid and your companion the Emperor watching over you. "You're awake!" He moves to embrace you and then pauses, realizing an explaination is due. "And I am sorry my friend...This was meant to be your choice...but ceramorphosis seemed like the best course of action to save you from death..."