The True and Impossible Adventures of Tenebrux Morrow, Vol. 1
His red dragon thus dispatched, the knight had no choice but to leap for my ship, crashing to the New Bride's deck even as his mount was swallowed by the eerie gloom of the Astral Plane's shifting tides. Faithful Norls was upon him instantaneously, clawing and biting - alas, in vain. Astral projection thwarts even the fury of a Tabaxi cabin-boy, and the treacherous githyanki only laughed as Norls' formless blows passed harmlessly through him. The knight's silver sword came about in an arc that missed Norls entirely - but neatly clipped the spiritual cord anchoring the Tabaxi's stalwart soul to the plane. I mourned as my faithful feline companion faded from existence - but did not hesitate. The githyanki only smirked lazily at my charge, anticipating the futile efforts of another bound by the laws of this plane - but that is not and has never been Captain Tenebrux Morrow. Unlike poor Norls, I had entered this plane in my full-fleshed form; a fact I demonstrated by thumping the warrior solidly between the legs. He tumbled over the New Bride's rail and down into the mists, even as a fresh horde of dragons rose from the distant dead citadel of Tu'narath.