Again, this is apocryphal to the continuity of my storyhour. This was also written as the header flavor text/fiction for a piece that was a general overview of Carceri. Since I'm not sure if that will ever be released and see the light of day, here's the fiction by itself. Short, but enjoy.
Warriors' cries, echoing in the wild air."Rakoridrax!" called the first. "Taste my presence, recognize my ancient blood. Rakoridrax, remember the ancient pact between your blood and mine."A second voice chimed in. "In the dawn age the Liberator herself walked into the lair of the queen of dragons. Great Tiamat nodded her head before the breaker of tentacles, and pledged that her children would come to the aid of the children of Gith whenever they ventured into the dragons' realm."
The old gith stared mournfully into his beer glass. It wasn't nearly empty, but still he didn't drink."I had nearly half of my growth when my eyes *knew* their first monk," he said to the air."What in Khalas did you just say?" demanded the purple-furred halfling sitting on the next stool over, sputtering out part of the contents of her sixth tankard. "'My eyes knew...?' By the all the horny screwing devas, say it in Planespeak, you sodding, pretentious ass! Gods, I hate giths."