From the journal of Arjhan
So, suddenly we’re fighting with these gray-skinned, scimitar-wielding creatures who, on second glance, aren’t githzerai after all. As we all piled into the room, Solath took a hell of a hit – I can’t fault his bravery, but he’s not tough like Garth or me. I decided to retaliate, and caught their mage in the face with a blast of acid. He ain’t pretty no more.
The mage and a couple of others chose to engage us in melee, while the others stayed on top of the bookshelves and peppered us with arrows. Very irritating, it was, especially since they could teach Silvio a thing or two about archery (at least that’s what it felt like). They also had some sort of psychic scream attack that left us dazed and reeling.
As the fight continued (the gray guys are surprisingly tough), I learned a few things about the room. For one, the books on the shelves emit whispering sounds – very distracting, they make it hard to walk away from the shelves. For another, the gray bastards are quick learners; they kept dodging my attacks. I finally managed to accomplish something by healing Solath, who was caught out in the open and had an archer giving him a bad day. Kuruk them one-upped me by healing several of us at once with his divine magic. Silvio, meanwhile, was still trying to shake off the effects of the psychic scream.
Our defense finally solidified, and Garth and Uthrag pounded on the enemy mage while Solath’s conjured ball of fire rolled across the bookshelf top in pursuit of an archer. F’lar did his little invisibility trick, stabbed the mage, and almost immediately collapsed in a bloody heap.
The mage finally, finally went down, which marked the turning point as we quickly cleaned up the remaining archers. One tried to flee, but I slowed him with a blast of ice, and Solath teleported next to him and stopped him more permanently. Victory!
The battle over, Vysellis started whining about some damn shinies or other, ordering Solath to dig around in the grass that surrounded the statue. She seemed very upset that some gems were missing, and wouldn’t shut up until I lost my temper and spoke sternly to her. That quieted her for a minute, anyway. For a disembodied severed head in an orb, she sure is uppity.
Having taken a beating, we spiked the doors shut and made camp, discovering that we didn’t feel any real sense of hunger or thirst. Odd. I passed the time by cleaning up the mage’s skull for a trophy. During the night, someone or something rattled the door the gray bastards had been trying to flee by, but nothing else occurred. We did discover some valuable books, and the rather disquieting fact that many of the books in the library were blank. We deduced that the gray gith-like people had been somehow consuming the information from the books, and dubbed them “eaters of knowledge,” or eoks for short.
Next morning we decided to press on to the north and perhaps find the door-rattler. The next room contained a large statue of the god Ioun (I think Solath follows him) and another of the gray guys. As we entered, runes flared to life on the statue and it began emitting and unhealthy-looking energy.
Why do I know it’s not just a really gaudy reading lamp?