Githyanki patrols are a menace in the shallows of the Astral seas. They dart out of their haematite wicker towers, mad lymphocytes of a decayed astral deity. In their wedge boats they rip phosphorecent life cords, stranding tourists and foreign-plane-investors alike. The tunnel-visitors say it is an act of futile fury against the decay of their old theocracy, sunk into the fuchsia mirror of the astral immediacy.
Salvage blogging: three years ago, a blog ago, a d100 list of Chaotic Familiars I put together with my friend Peter Leban. It’s here now, safe in the embrace of Mu-Ptah. Does it still work? Logan’s Generator Link. In any case, … more >>>