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The Githzerai

Upon the Plane of Gates, a civilization flourished. Recluse to other species, they built huge cities, surrounded impossible sized walls, and squat buildings. Physically, these creatures were sentient - in fact, highly intelligent - always preferring brain to brawn. Rather human-like in appearance, though with a hard edge about them, they were somewhat lithe compared to their Material Plane counterparts. Created by a now-fallen god, these beings formed a new spiritual hub.


History


After their deity had died, the lords of each house assembled. Five leaders of the nation took much time, and finally agreed that one would surrender the physical being, and would bind the chosen to their faith. A large platform was formed several hundred feet above the city, and began the ritual to elevate the chosen into a deity. The chosen was the Prince of the house The Obsidian Eye, the focal of the people's faith, which was channelled toward their god. The rituals spanned for eight days, ending in the large obsidian disc vanishing without visual effect. Seconds after, a low moan sounded, echoing a feeling of dread throughout the populace. That subsided moments later by a wave of warmth and joy. Deep within all, they knew the ritual was complete and successful. The next day, all were assembled outside the Great Court, and the four remaining leaders stood assembled upon the podium. One stepped forward, the Prince of the house Incarnate and proclaimed seventeen monuments erected in remembrance of the priests missing upon the obsidian circle, and in devotion to their new god, Shu'Wanh. From that day forward, there was a division in opinion. Prior to the ritual all voted in favour of the manifesting of a new good, but one house. Amakiir, Prince of the house The Unbroken Circle, doubted this wisdom of placing such power in one mortal.


He paced toward his monastery, pondering the future of all that he loved. His mind was unfocused, which led to a schism of will. His teachings were that of the mind, and as a result, his house was the most recluse of the five. Though, unlike the others', his house was more that of lateral thought and humble, as opposed to the four other houses, being arrogant and close-minded. His house was more a school, which augmented the power of the mind, creating a dependence upon mental harmony. Discord from this harmony would prove to be the downfall of one of The Unbroken Circle, and such he displayed now, though it seemed little more than a headache. As he stepped into his modest chambers, he collapsed onto the stone floor, clutching his head in pain. In his mind, he was disintegrating, growing weak, and without respite from this chaos, would die. With the last of his strength, he dove into his centre of being, seeking a calm. Through iron will, he quelled his mind with a new purpose, a new direction. Now he opposed his culture. His life changed, and his teachings changed. He sought out every member of his house in city, then quested to the three other, smaller cities, gathering all of his brethren to him. He, and the four and a half thousand other brothers' and sisters' marched to the Great Court, and declared to the three other Princes, that The Unbroken Circle shall be segregated from the nation for a time. His justification of a reorientation of faith was thin and given much scepticism, but he was allowed this.


Amakiir led his siblings far from their territory and taught them the ways of The Circle. One teaching in particular:

'Existence is structured by *knowing* itself. Whether flesh or stone, the mind creates the substance of life. All is defined by *knowing* itself.

They founded a small city, built into the face of a cliff. Here, each member of the house took a second oath. They shall stay true to The Unbroken Circle, *know* its power, and *know* yourselves. Here Amakiir taught his ways, not the ancient teachings of The Circle, though much was the same between the two, there were subtle differences. For a decade short one year, they perfected their knowing. Those who did not, died from a divided mind. One day, from the chaotic horizon, a small entourage of the peoples of the nation closed in upon the city. Amakiir, with a small troop of his most devote and aspired students, met them upon the shifting landscape. They were instructed to return to their homeland, which Amakiir refused. Without preamble, as was their way, they were told war is to pass, and left. Amakiir returned to his city, Dhra'tl'on, and gathered his brothers' and sisters' again. Of the slight excess of four thousand that were left, he ordered each forge a sword hilt. Through a ritual of three days, they formed their blades from the substance of chaos, by *knowing* its new form.


Battle came, and the siege of Dhra'tl'on began. Many were killed from both sides, the Army bearing the Obsidian Eye, showing the change in power since their self-exile, and the A'kiirs', as they had *known* themselves as. Amakiir quit the city with the remaining seven hundred of his people, and fled away, deeper into the chaos of their world. The Obsidian Eye host stopped abruptly, and Amakiir felt something manifest itself in existence. The seventeen priests from the obsidian disc wrote themselves back into the world, as the Inquisition of Shu'Wanh. The band of A'kiirs' were halted by an obsidian cage, blotting out all beyond its hemi-spherical structure. They herded themselves into the centre of the prison, as the walls rippled, and an evil presence was *known* to them. Seventeen pillars, came forth form the inky walls, then all but one, melted away, and formed another seventeen each. The lone took form of one of their former people, draped in a deep blue robe with a polished obsidian mask. He raised his silvered naginata, and it seemed to ripple, followed by each pillar forming a warrior. The host was clad in obsidian armor and bore large silvered sword each in two hands. A distant, echoing voice sounded, filling each A'kiir with dread and terror.

"You *each* have forsaken your birthright. You followed the man, Amakiir, into your demise. Witness this now, by my will, Shu'Wanh!"

The black host shambled forward, and the masked one, Malu, lowered his blade, and strode towards Amakiir. As the obsidian soldiers hit Amakiir's ranks, the moved and killed with unnatural speed and strength. He cried above the sounds of battle, to form a circle about him. With haste, he drew a circle in the dirt, chanting loudly, and strode into the centre. His black eyes rolled back into his head and he wove his arms quickly. Pink energies formed around him and he fell to his knees, screaming mantras. Malu arched about his enemies, killing with ease, and closed upon the circle. As he walked into its boundaries, he recoiled, and was thrown to the ground. Amakiir ceased his ritual, and faced his opponent. Malu stood, and this time strode into the Unbroken Circle. Amakiir drew his blade, and faced the robed one. From the hilt was a black blade, bubbling on the surface, and as he raised it into the air, he spoke.

"Grow strong in *knowing* your strength."

He dropped his blade, its surface gleaming and smooth. Malu raised his blade and the duel ensued. Blows were exchanged and parried, then they squared off again. Amakiir's force was waning and it was evident that Malu was a stronger warrior. Amakiir launched a mental lash at him, and he drew back, seemingly dazed. Amakiir thrust his blade, and caught the masked one across the ribs. Malu grabbed his arm and reversed his naginata. The battle seemed to slow to that instant. He brought the spear-like silver blade down into Amakiir's chest. He screamed in pain and fell to his knees, his sword falling from his limp hand. The four hundred or so A'kiirs' remaining all turned to see what had become of their master. Malu pulled out his weapon, and pushed Amakiir's chin up. His eyes were showing only the whites, and Malu spoke in a sharp voice.

"Your efforts against our master have counted now for naught. Accept that, as your death right."

Amakiir's eyes rolled back, and focused upon his opponent. His face split in a calm, victorious grin and said.

"Witness my final doing. *Know* we've disbanded your kind."

At that, his hand jumped up and his blade flew into his fingers. Reversing it as Malu had, he drove it into the ground. Pink energies circled him again, and Malu stepped back, beyond the circle. Before his exit, he was hurled back into his warriors, and Amakiir's eyes shone with a while light. The energies about him all drifted into him and a rumble sounded. Growing in intensity, all the A'kirrs' ran to the edge of the circle, unhindered by the warriors, for they were dumbstruck at the scene in front of them. A large blast was heard, and all the obsidian warriors were knocked to the ground. A large ray of white light shot directly up from Amakiir's mouth and struck the cage roof, rupturing it. Blue light glowed about the interior of the circle and Amakiir's last words were heard.

"Into the gateway. *Know* this shall be your will."


Each of the forerunners of the Githzerai ran into the Portal, and then the energy faded out of existence. Upon the new land, the surviving brothers' and sisters' formed and circle around their dead mentor. They bend their minds as a whole and erected the matter about them into a cairn. Fire was set to the stick beneath the rocks, they watched as their new lives took form. The Githzerai formed a huge citadel with their minds, *knowing* the chaotic matter of their new home, on this demi-plane. Now planes apart from their sister race, they flourished, once again...


Aftermath

The Githzerai have the look of a human, if a slightly 'nobler' cast to their features. They've caucasian skin tones and pitch black pupils. Their ears look more of elven cast, than human, but only by coincidence. They dress simple; robes and loose clothing in muted tones. Typically, an A'kiir wears a suit of scale mail or chain shirt, using only their arcane talents rarely. The A'kiir blade signifies the rank of an A'kiir, which is to say, an important one. The material they use to forge their blades is matter most chaotic, and manipulated by a trained A'kiir. An A'kiir will not use another physical weapon, unless he/she cannot use their blade. As an A'kiir grows in power, his/her power over the blade increases, augmenting it to greater ends.

The City of Dhra'tl'on D'ai was founded on the demi-plane, the Githzerai now called their homeland. Being a monastic people, they have centred their city around the teachings of Amakiir. They've swelled their number since with 're-birth' from a mere four hundred to near three thousand. Over the centuries, the Githzerai have developed their psionic capabilities significantly, and through their evolution, psionics is now a part of them. Developing martial skills, they have set the A'kiir in tradition, training certain individuals in the ways Amakiir taught the forerunners of the Githzerai. Through this time, their hatred for their sister race has developed, as battles have taken place. The Githyanki, as they are called now, are much more militant and have attacked the Githzerai stronghold often, only to find their attack suppressed. The Githzerai have been turning their gaze to the Material Plane, for planescaping is not a difficult feat for them. They have found a source of psionics of sorts there, under the ground...

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Other Races (playable if so stated)


The Ageless Kin
Breathstealers
Bugbears
Conception, Gestation and Maturation Across the Species
Erri’l
Gobley: Language of goblins and hobgoblins
Half-Celestial (playable race)
Celestial Races Revisited
Half-Demons (playable race)
Half-Dragon (playable race)
Half-Nymphs (playable race)
History of Languages
History of the Yuan-Ti
Hook Horrors
The Githzerai
The Illithids
Kitsune
Llith
The Lupinal
Lycanthropes (playable race)
The History of Lycanthropy
Master Trees and Barklings
Merfolk
Minotaurs of Caenyr
The Pedryfan’elfen
Ri’asa (playable race)
Sea Siren
The Sidhe
Spirit Folk
Unique Undead of Etaria
Vampyre (Playable race)
Wemic

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More reading on the Natural History of Caenyr:


A Basic Guide to Faerie Dragons
The Bitter Pole – The World’s Crown
The Bitter Sea
Bugbears
The Cycles of Caenyr
The Deep Sea
Dragons of Caenyr
Dragon Settlements
Heavenly Forces
The History of Gem Dragons
History of the Yuan-Ti
The Githzerai
Hook Horrors
Illithids
Luhta Kanta: Cursed Children of Aryanaesis
The Lupinal
Master Trees and Barklings
Minotaurs of Caenyr
Moons of Caenyr
Plants and their Uses
Poison – the Whats and Hows
Owlbears
Rare Cloths and Other Materials
Rauk’hra – Terror of the Black Fathoms
Star Stories
Wemic

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