Scales of War
General Zithruun was presumably slain in Overlook by the Defenders of Brindol. Upon his death, Rathoriax scooped him up and flew off with him. The most popular rumor is that Rathoriax plans to animate Zithruun so as to have a companion for the rest of eternity.
General Zithiruun was a great hero—one of the
most respected military leaders of a militant race.
From the great city of Tu’narath, he led armies of the
githyanki on raids across the Astral Sea, and into a
dozen different regions and kingdoms of the mortal
realm. From the deck of the astral galleon Siun’kara
or the back of Rathoraiax, his great red dragon steed,
Zithiruun proved an unstoppable force—a champion
among a race of champions. Even Vlaakith, the
fearsome githyanki lich queen, acknowledged his
greatness, heaped great praise upon him.
And then the great General Zithiruun took on a
foe beyond even his own prowess.
That it was a dragon, a dragon far greater than
Rathoraiax, everyone knows, but tales of the confrontation
differ as to whether it was a black wyrm,
one of the fearsome scourge dragons, or something
else entirely. But while not everyone knows precisely
what it was Zithiruun faced, everyone knows what
happened as a result.
A hideous burst of something—acid, perhaps, or
pure necrotic energy—ripped the life from the red
dragon Rathoraiax, shredding flesh and obliterating
entire portions of the beast. And it was this attack
that felled Zithiruun as well. It stripped the strength
from his limbs, rotted bits of flesh and even weakened
bone. Any lesser warrior would have died in that hideous
moment, but the general clung to life through
sheer force of stubborn, malignant will.
It took years for Zithiruun to retrain and reinvigorate
his broken body. Even today, he is a shadow of
what he once was—weaker in body, far less sound in
mind. His own people have all but turned their backs
on him; though his great achievements prevented them
from executing or exiling him utterly, they scorn his
weakness and hold him in contempt for allowing himself
and his mount to be so soundly defeated. Today,
Zithiruun serves as a lowly operative of Tu’narath’s
forces and he leads only lesser warriors into battle
while answering to and obeying githyanki who would
once have feared even to speak in his presence.
Zithiruun’s native powers have mutated through
his years of effort as he attempted to reinvigorate
his body at the expense of his mental prowess. The
ambition all githyanki share has been subsumed by
a burning need to prove himself and to regain the
position and the respect that were once his by right—
even as he nurses a resentful hatred of the very people
whose adulation he so desperately craves.