Weaknessesof the Githyanki Iought to warn the reader in advance that the methods used to gather this informationcame about as a consequence of several campaigns against the githyanki. Forreasons that, I trust, are blindingly obvious, I have chosen to remainnameless.
Military Thegithyanki are primarily a militaristic race. Their culture is based on militarystrength and the chain of command; while all githyanki are technically free,the only real means of advancement within society is that of promotion throughthe ranks. The other professions are understood and respected, but only throughacts of outstanding valour can githyanki truly be counted as githyanki.
Nalla Kond Vellus is a stern woman of few words. She always seems to be watching with her piercing, gray eyes. When engaged in conversation, she speaks clearly with a quiet yet brassy voice. She speaks with a slight accent that is difficult to place. Those that converse with her quickly realize that her normal muteness is not for any lack of intelligence.
It begins with whispering; thin, rasping words just beneath recognition in the back of my head, scratching at my soul. It was always hers, my soul. My life-givers consecrated my egg in her name during fertilization; the one who guarded my egg's growth pledged both my body and soul to her at the time of my birth. At adolescence, when I joined my first hunt, my soul was dedicated to her again; it was the medium through which I gifted her the blood of my first kill.I have always belonged to the lich-queen.
You seek the lore of the Cage of Lucidity?Well, then. Wait and stew in the miasma of your frustrated desire while I draw the knowledge from my inner pool of mystery.Here: I have found it. I may no longer live among the blessed children of the Revered Queen, but I still travel the way of Gith. No part of that path is hidden from me, or from those I call my comrades.
The following is a popular children's story among the githyanki people. For those unfamiliar with the githyanki language, "Growing Out of the Slip" is a euphemism for the maturation process. Githyanki spend the first three decades of their life outside the astral plane, in hidden underground lairs where time passes fast enough to allow them to grow.
The blinding, healing, throbbing chaos of Limbo is vast and infinite, containing sights unimaginable anywhere else. In their ceaseless quest to slay their eternal foes, the illithids, a few brave and foolish rrakkma hunters have made the transition from their native land of chaos to one even stranger, walking the gibberling trails back to the Far Realm itself.
