1. Cerridwen Castille

    Private Unreadable

    Cerridwen was still talking when they boarded. She was an animated creature, inexhaustible, and wholly uninterested in whether Zayad was keeping pace with either her feet or her words. She wove her way up to the main deck of the airship, rattling on about runic regional syntax, dodging...
  2. Cerridwen Castille

    Collegial Curiosities

    Late Summer, 350 E.O.D. (A letter arrives covered in ink smudges, the parchment torn and singed in places) To the infatigable Bremen, I suppose I must concede to your stubborn resolve, much to my chagrin. Very well, then. I shall cease my pestering— though only for now, and only because I...
  3. Cerridwen Castille

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    The airship loomed above the dock like a beast held on a leash, ready to snap its tethers and soar. Its hull was sleek and built with light aged-oiled wood, reinforced in bands of burnished steel and shroudcraft. The top deck was flanked by masts that stretched spears into the morning air. A...
  4. Cerridwen Castille

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    Her palm slapped the table, jolting her mug with a wet clink of ceramic. The fire in her eye sharpening the pupil to a blade. “If?!” The single word rang out, dry and incredulous, as if the very suggestion were indeed some kind of insult. “I served you coffee, did I not? I showed you my map.”...
  5. Cerridwen Castille

    Dare Echoes of the lost

    There were moments in the field that froze the breath in one's lungs— for the exquisite, obliterating clarity they brought. This was one of them. ShitShitShitShitShitShitSHIT. The chant slammed against her ribs as she watched that massive, lumbering form cleave across the sand, scale-crusted...
  6. Cerridwen Castille

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    The Devahni sucked her teeth in disdain and made a dismissively offensive gesture, "Yes, and now we've lost the only known source on how to properly weave Benkali purple silk, and I'm going to be angry about that bullshit until I die." She pointed at him with her mug like it was a gavel. “I...
  7. Cerridwen Castille

    Dare Echoes of the lost

    The cracked bones of places like the Kaikias Desert had always called to people like Cerridwen. Magic loved old things best. And the dunes of Suldaza were saturated in it. Shroud baked in every grain of sand by an unforgiving sun, while her moons granted solace— stretched long the shadows...
  8. Cerridwen Castille

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    Cerridwen exhaled a soft laugh through her nose and gave a slow shake of her head. “You know,” she said, “I think I have heard of you.” She absently traced a fingertip along the edge of her mug, gaze gone slightly distant. “I’ve been approached more than once to lead expeditions that were,”...
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    Settling across the table from the man, Cerridwen cradled her mug in hand and observed him carefully. When was the last time someone had reached out for her expertise outside of the guild's laundry list of fetch missions? She would be lying if she said that she didn't miss the academic halls of...
  10. Cerridwen Castille

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    The novelty of discovery was something that Cerridwen had always pursued. A driving passion to learn about the world and all her follies and firsts. The first thing she had the delight of discovering even that morning, as she was sitting back down to her coffee and toast—cold now, of course...
  11. Cerridwen Castille

    Open Can you hear the bones?

    Could this strange and off-putting girl be after the same relic? Would Nere's brother try to intervene if they found him? If Cerridwen's sources were to be believed, then that meant her time was running out. Cerridwen's eye squinted in scrutiny at Delilah. "As a professional academic, I find...
  12. Cerridwen Castille

    Open Can you hear the bones?

    The Devahni had been halfway through a gulp of her spiced ale when the strange woman beside her had answered that velvet coiled voice with blubberings of the Ardent Fields and an artifact. That alone had left Cerridwen spluttering her brew into her noodles, but the answer she received had her...
  13. Cerridwen Castille

    Open Can you hear the bones?

    The markets of Cindersend were an overwhelming wash of noise, color, and spices, but Cerridwen Castille had long since learned to navigate such chaos. After years of field expeditions in the most desolate and decrepit corners of the world, where the Shroud barely clung to life, this city was...
  14. Cerridwen Castille

    Professor Cerridwen Castille

    Once a Professor of archeology and natural anthropology at the elite Brahman Magisterium, Cerridwen Castille left the position after a long-standing conflict with the Dean of the department. While the university prided itself on uncovering ancient relics and historical knowledge, Cerridwen's...
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