Githzerai Idiom

Ach’ali Drowning An unfocused or useless question, be more specific

The githzerai make their home in the Elemental Chaos.

Stability can only be achieved by shaping the chaotic matter of the plane with the mind;

focus and discipline are necessary for this to occur.

Ach'ali was a foolish githzerai of myth who was lost, and she was barely able to form an island around herself.

While adrift in the chaos matter, she met a planewalker who offered to help.

Ach'ali asked so many useless and unfocused questions on how to return home, however, that the isle of matter dissolved around her, and she drowned in the Elemental Chaos.

And the traveller is pleased Proper response to honourific greeting

The Book of the Anarchs To have written this book is to be wise

Elez’pah Bleeding To suffer for another, selfless actions

Et’akil Seeking To ask a question with a harmful answer, or one you don’t really want to hear

Fri’hi’s Roots twisted Confused – hard to untangle

Hail, sword-ringer Honourific greeting

Mule of Penansk Stubborn, blind, and bothersome

Rrakkma’s Jewel To be perfectly clear, of one mind

The Scripture of Steel *Know* that flesh cannot mark steel; *Know* that steel may mark flesh

Selq’ant’s Heart To have a lecherous and cruel nature

T’cha’s Choice / T’cha’s Folly To be a slave voluntarily
Not all remember the lessons of the past. Many turnings ago, before the Time of Upheaval rocked the City of Paths, a githzerai member of the Society of Sensation came to question what it is to be a slave. She claimed that our people had forgotten the chains from which we fled, that time’s blade had dulled the meaning of our words to rote and fear. She decided to give herself to the chains of slavery, to *know* for herself the suffering of our ancestors. All of her worldly things she abandoned, and gave herself up to the slave pits of Chernoggar.
There, she came to *know* pain, and suffering, and loss. Her flesh was worn to the bone on the rusted steel of Chernoggar’s plains. She *knew* the sting of the slave–driver’s whip, the death of hope and *self* that a slave feels. Once she felt she had learned all there was to *know* of slavery, she fled – but she had been wrong, for she had forgotten the meaning of what it is to be a slave. She was hunted, and tortured, and killed for the amusement of her owners. She had forgotten that in chains, there is no *self* – there is only a tool for the *will* of others. T’cha did not heed the lessons of the People, and thus she came to *know* death.

There Cannot be Two Skies The People must keep the *knowing* of themselves

Toryg’s Table To show hospitality and good will to strangers

Vilquar’s Eye To be blind to something right in front of you; To be treacherous or treasonous

Zel’kat Dancing Wasting time while something important is happening
Zel’kat dwelled in the city of Til’eranvar, many hundreds of turnings ago. He was a far– wanderer, tasked to watch the seas of chaos for foes of the People. His *will* was strong, and he was resolute in his duty. He defended the city for many turnings, his *will* protecting him from the madness of Limbo. Time’s blade bled even his *will*, and in his heart, he came to *know* chaos. He had swam too long in Limbo’s seas and taken its truth into his spirit. He had lost all *knowing* of himself, and he was a man without *will*. It came to pass that the Til’eranvar as attacked by the *githyanki*, and the wife of Zel’kat was set upon by their parakk, the red dragon Ferinovax. While all that was of his life burned around him, Zel’kat capered in his madness, and the city of Til’eranvar fell to the sea of chaos.

Zerchai’s kin bow to you Honourific greeting

Type

Manual, Linguistic (Lexicon)