1. Cellachán

    Private Reflections

    “… And a book of mine,” Cel adds before Reginald can sally forth on his coat-fetching quest, “if you’d be so kind. It should still be in my suitcase — green cover, about, oh, yea thick? And entirely blank inside. There’ll be some pounce, ink, a pen, and suchlike bundled up with it. If I could...
  2. Cellachán

    Private Reflections

    What was that? Once Walter had progressed on from Arpa’s other troubles to the subject of this defiling tower, trying to describe its very nature… the taut expression, clenching his gloved hand so hard that Cel can see it trembling. Seemingly consumed by some troubled feeling until he can muster...
  3. Cellachán

    Private Reflections

    “Oh.” Cellachán blinks his surprise upward through the window. However much he had tried to prepare himself for the spectacle, it evidently wasn’t enough. “My goodness.” He squints almost painfully at the sight, yet, doesn’t take his eyes away while the notepad and pencil are retrieved from his...
  4. Cellachán

    Private Reflections

    “He has been such a good mentor.” To that, Cellachán affirms with a few ponderous nods. Footsteps thuds muted and rhythmic over the packed-earth square, their easy perambulation at slight odds with the more awkward bustle of huntsmen-turned-porters. “Quite so. It always impresses me how many...
  5. Cellachán

    Private Reflections

    “I… did, didn’t I?” Cel’s expression turns a mite sheepish. “Perhaps I’m simply used to it by this point. As a verbal contract, though, that is new.” The deerkin places his cup on the table, and stands up. “A fine idea,” he agrees. “Movers and I tend to cause problems for each other in small...
  6. Cellachán

    Private Reflections

    “… where the negative energy created more issues in prime material plane, which then cycled back through this nexus, et cetera.” A bitter little grin flickers, momentarily, around the wardrobe door. “Something of an ironic,” he says, delving once again back into the depths. “positive feedback...
  7. Cellachán

    Private Reflections

    “An unorthodox application, and no, the leyline in question is… very much affixed.” “Oh? Sorry.” Cel snaps open a tinderbox and takes out a flint and steel. “When you said ‘deviating’, I thought… well. My mistake.” Before striking forth some sparks, though, Reggie’s gesture catches Cel’s...
  8. Cellachán

    Private Reflections

    Cellachán gives his fuzzy chin a few strokes while he surveys the options. An ear twitches slightly as Walter continues on to explain about the incoming artisans, fickle leylines, and layering Shroud embedments. “… I helped with a feasibility study concerning leylines about, what, five years...
  9. Cellachán

    Private Reflections

    “Quite well, considering,” answers Cel. He strolls along at Walter’s side, keeping healthy clearance from those multitudinous, projecting hazards presented by buildings lining the street. “And still a surprisingly common sight around campus for someone who’s technically retired. But at least...
  10. Cellachán

    Private Reflections

    Not horns. Technically, they’re antlers. The difference largely being a matter of keratin, permanence, and no small amount of nuisance. Oh to be an ovinifolk with their compact ram’s horns, or rhinoceros-kin — nice, stubby, forward-projecting spikes that you can see where they’re going. But no...
  11. Cellachán

    Cellachán

    WIPCloud’s Keep born and raised, Cel’s family have been in the city for so many generations even they don’t really know where their deer-folk roots come from. Though, that doesn’t stop some people from assuming his kin are druids and forest huntsmen. They’re always so surprised when he explains...
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