First thing you need to know about Celds: they love Celdaenn. Second thing you need to know about Celds: they hate other Celds. |
[bits and bobs stolen from Locheil, per usual]
4 Virtues
Celds respect you if you have two or more of these:
- Wit: Sharpness of the mind and tongue.
- Memory: Preservation of our ways of life; rediscovery of our culture.
- Fertility: Creation of life, art, and invention.
- Bear: Self explanatory.
8 Customs
Celds expect you to remember all of these:
- Trees:
Bringing harm to trees of a certain age is forbidden. Lying to a tree
of a certain age is also forbidden. Exact ages depend on species and
location; penalties include lashes and dismemberment (a hand for a
branch, etc). Tree law is arcane enough to merit its own profession; the
lawyer.
- Speech: Skalds
have the right of free speech; they can insult anyone, even a lord in
their own chambers, and cannot be directly punished for it without the
lord in question losing face. (Note: this does not prevent them from
getting mauled by any Celd, just those who care about upholding the law)
- Drinking: Disputes are resolved by either talking, dueling, or drinking. For the latter, everyone tests FORT and gets very drunk; the loser is the one who falls over first, but both characters ToD (roll on the Table of Disgraces).
- Iron: Iron is forbidden in holy places. Driving iron spikes into a tree is deadly, and punishable by death. Everyone agrees on this one.
- Democracy: Only Celds have the right to vote. No one actually knows what this means, but they are very smug about it.
- Scars:
For two to transcend a Blood Feud, they must share each scar created by
their feuding: an eye for an eye, a hand for a hand, a child for a
child. If there are no scars to share, you probably weren't feuding in the first place.
- Signs: Each Celd knows the Signs of Friendship (two fingers linked), Respect (fist over heart), and Veneration (two hands interlaced).
- Wholeness:
A scarred body cannot rightly rule. Prosthetics are common, as is
makeup. All parts must be accounted for. Celds go back and forth on
whether a clean-shaven face counts as a scar.
royal, skeleton, saintmaker, berserker-knight |
20+1 Languages
Celds expect you to speak at least one of the first six:
- Citizen: business-like, loanwordful common tongue; described by outsiders as "barely intelligible" and by Celds as "soft"
- Celdaenni: proudly impenetrable Citizen dialect, aka Old Marks or Ancestor; completely different writing system; jostles with Citizen as the "official" language of the City
- Sheel: singsong tongue of the river districts, sometimes called Merchant; full of untranslatable witticisms
- Kalut: coarse tongue of the seaside districts; insults in Kalut are so devastating they count as attacks
- Ilish: grumbling tongue of the displaced Ilmari and their lost sister-cities; plagued by excessive homonyms and loanwords
- Skullsign: sign language of skeletons; audible bone-on-bone clacking component
- Palace: gliding royal tongue, spoken by servants and captives of the Palace-State; lacks structures for rudeness and aggression
- Orison: barking prayer-tongue, spoken by dogs; the sound of it is too delicious for gods to ignore
- Howl: language of ghosts and cats; inimitable without a spectral tongue
- Feather/Hoof/Coil: spoken by the flying/hoofed/coiling creatures of Creation
- Tracks: "written unknowingly by those who walk the wilderness"
- Knocks: percussive language spoken with large mallets; transmissible across long distances in the deep City
- Teppo: crashing tongue of the Land of Ashen Rain, and its Ways of Unmaking
- Qesic: laughing tongue of the Qet, and their Queen-Saint
- Gnomen: droning tongue of Gnosc reborn, and its dark wizarding colleges
- Feral: dead language of Carcharvan, the Iron Apostate, and of demons
- Koan: dead language of Koa, the Despicable Apostate; written in spirals for some godforsaken reason
- Nwnish: dead language of Nwn, the Silvered Apostate; has two genders (Above and Below) which annihilate one another when placed in the same phrase
- Apolytic: dead language of Apolyon, the Lower Apostate; inventors of law and sarcastic punctuation
- Obliterat: dead language; black ink on black parchment; insanely information-dense
- Original Linear: dead language; grim hieroglyphs of a death-obsessed civilization
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