Battle of the Moths

This is a transcript of the tale told by Ekhaas.
Of all the servants and living weapons of the Daelkyr, the illithid were the most terrible. Able to kill with the power of their minds, and disabling armies with their thoughts. They were the leaders of the Daelkyr's forces, and perhaps we only won out because their numbers were few.
However, in the Marches, at a place where the land rose above the swamp, they gathered in great numbers. When the elders of the Gatekeepers learned of the danger, they knew it was greater than they could contain on their own. They dispatched one of their own, a seeress named Aryd who had seen what would come to pass if this army of illithid were left unchecked, to acquire the assistance of Taruuzh.
Of course the daashor agreed. In the shade of the Grieving Tree, the first amongst his inventions, he listened to Aryd's story and saw the truth within it. He banished all of his apprentices from the forge, and worked alone with Aryd for a full two seasons.
When this time had passed, they were ready. They set forth from Taruuzh Kraat, and gathered a great army as they traveled. Here, as in many of the great battles at the time, the Dhakaani were arm in arm with the Gatekeeper orcs.
On a night where 8 moons flared in the night sky, in the place where the land rose above the swamps, the army had gathered. On one side, the massed ordered ranks of the Dhakaani, clad in heavy armour with swords and spears crafted from byeshk. Orcs interspersed amongst the dar in looser formations, wielding axes and spears and armoured only in their faith.
Madness flowed like a tide from the massed army of the Mind Flayers, waving and breaking upon the forces that had come to oppose them. The battle might have ended before it had even begun, but Aryd and her Gatekeepers began to sing and pray in the language of the natural world. Nature answered them, and from the night, white moths poured forth in unending numbers.
At the same time, Taruuzh cast across the ground the seeds of their victory: a thousand blue-black stones, each no larger than a pebble. Aryd's moths gathered on the binding stones, perhaps a dozen moths to each stone, and carried them into the air.
Because the moths were tiny creatures, with barely a mind to speak of, the dreadful powers of the illithid could find no purchase upon them. As the moths passed over the enemy ranks, they released their deadly payload. Every stone that touched the flesh of an aberration drew the creatures mind into the crystal, and bound it there. With their minds and their bodies separated, they were helpless to the advancing ranks of the Dhakaani.
The scattered survivors were run down by the army of Taruuzh and Aryd. By the time the sun had risen, the mind flayers were gone, and the battlefield glittered with the stones. The Gatekeepers gathered them up, every one, and ground them into dust. With that dust they created a mortar, and with that mortar, at the place of the battle, they constructed a seal to bind the Daelkyr within Khyber.
And Taruuzh looked at his stones as they were ground into dust and said, "Of all my works, this was second only to the Grieving Tree." Raat shan gath'kal dor