Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20191108235505/@comment-24510587-20191109003402

What walked the halls of the fortress resembled less a soldier, more an alien tribesman. The man was quite small of frame, was clad in a heavy cloak made of strange-patterned green fabrics, and was wearing a wooden mask with blue accents. Not an inch of his skin was visible underneath his clothing. Slung over his shoulder was a rifle of a design that had become obsolete in most of the galaxy tens of thousands of years ago. All of these things made him instantly recognisable as an Uidhear, one of the warrior-pilgrims of the secretive Clan Rachadh. They were not an unfamiliar sight around the fortress, as there were always a handful to be found in the more powerful clans' employ. Rory Rachadh was no exception.

The Rachadh clansman greeted no one and drew no one's attention as he approached the office, his footsteps barely making a sound on the pavement. The head of his assigned Clan Beantann caravan had notified him that he was to report here. He did not understand why, but he had done as asked, and so here he was.