Cers Silverfang
First mention (by name): 1.55 R
First appearance: 8.02
Species: Gnoll
Status: Alive
- Cers
Aliases for Cers Silverfang
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| 1.55 R | “Please remember me to…Chieftain Akrisa and Shaman Cetrule. How is Cers doing? Satar?” |
| 8.02 | “Cers!” |
| 8.02 | “Cers Silverfang, enough.” |
| 8.02 | She glowered at Cers. He flattened his ears. |
| 8.02 | Satar Silverfang and Cers. Krshia knew one and had heard of the other, though he had not been born last time she visited. Satar had been just a child, and shyly greeted Krshia with an embrace. |
| 8.02 | “Satar. It is good to see you. And this must be Cers, yes? I am your aunt.” |
| 8.02 | “Hello! I am Cers!” |
| 8.02 | “Cers, enough!” |
| 8.02 | She looked like her father. Krshia wondered if she’d meet him. Cers on the other hand? He was…clearly…not Satar’s fur type. Nor was he from the same father. |
| 8.02 | The [Shaman] had black fur, and a speckled pattern of russet-red on his tail and ends of his legs and arms. Cers hadn’t inherited that, but Krshia greeted him. |
| 8.02 | “A bit. Some things have changed, but I did not upset the old ways of the tribe. Ah, Krshia. It has been too long. Sit. Tell me what needs telling before Cers scampers in. He will want to know all the stories—but some things must be told only to me, mustn’t they? Well, perhaps tonight with Cetrule.” |
| 8.02 | “Some cheese! I have goat’s…unless Cers took it to snack on. Aha! There it is.” |
| 8.02 | “Cers! Cers, where are you? Come here and have a drink of your aunt’s ‘wine’!” |
| 8.02 | “Cers! Cers, where are you? Come here and have a drink of your aunt’s ‘wine’!” |
| 8.02 | “Have you tested it? Sip, Cers! We’ll share this at dinner with the others. It’s the product of your aunt’s hard work!” |
| 8.02 | Cers took a sip, and then rolled about on the floor happily. It was such an innocent thing Krshia laughed and felt her heart gladdening for the sight. She talked as the boy raced out with the cup to show his friends. |
| 8.02 | Because being a Plains Gnoll was not for me. Krshia sipped quietly, savoring the taste. Soon, Cers would race back in, with his sister, and she would greet Akrisa’s new partner. Say her apologies to Brunkr’s mother. Mourn and bear her burdens and respectfully show deference to her sister. |
| 8.02 | There was the [Shaman], Cetrule, who had…not married [Chieftain] Akrisa. But they were a couple so it was a technicality? Let’s see. Satar was a half-sister to Cers, the little Mrsha-age cub who kept running around offering grape juice to everyone. |
| 8.02 | Satar was a [Shaman] in training, or a new one. Cers was clearly beloved—if rascally as most Gnolls his age. Everyone seemed to respect Akrisa, which was good. |
| 8.10 | For instance? Cers, the little Gnoll cub who was around Mrsha’s age, was curious about Inkar. So Tkrn and Inkar ended up kicking around a stray soccer ball and watching all the young Gnoll children race after it. |
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