Pembinasa said:And here I thought you didn't want your name getting out like this, o Master of Awkward Pauses. I was planning to start calling you Shandi! That said, for all that these 'eye tyrants' sound like a terrifying group, this one doesn't seem threatening in the slightest- well, unless he were to float over and try to bite me. Any precautions you might suggest in case of sudden betrayals by our intended rescuer? I certainly don't see another way out of here- unless this Bix guards one of these 'portal' things that are apparently all the rage in this place.
Telepathically to Graydon: Aren't you just the soul of wit? Yes, this Bix appears to be an outlier. To be honest, I've done my best to steer clear of beholders, nasty aberrations, and other mad things. Though research by the esteemed abjurer Abelard does indicate a reflective surface may be effective against certain - though not all - eye ray attacks the creatures are capable of.
[section]Picayune eyed Shandrizar. The book was a curiousity. Picayune's fingers twitched. He shook his hand, trying to quelch the urge to grab the book and crack open the spine. When temptation overbore will, Picayune poked a finger at Shandrizar. "Say, brother. What kinda thing you be? Ain't never seen no talkin' flyin' book afore. You got music in yous?" The effigy lilted his head to the right, making a study of the tome.[/section]
The floating spellbook indignantly arches a papery brow at being poked. "I say! I am not a 'thing'. I am Shandrizar, Master of the Celestial Orrery, Keeper of the Profound Truths...oh bollocks. I am a wizard, sir. Trapped inside a book. No music and no spells, I'm afraid. A temporary predicament I assure you. Though on clear nights on Elysian Fields I often felt the conductor of a symphony of heavenly choirs. Now, the best you'll get out of me is a B flat." Shandrizar winces when he realizes his unintentional book pun. After a moment, he regards Picayune's unusual state. "And you are a ghost I take it?"