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Susil Crags

Disaster has struck!
The Crags are a series of rocky formations with small caves and crevices throughout. Many of the lower-lying areas of the Crags have been flooded, however, with water pouring in from the Northern stretches of Moladion. Some paths have been completely submerged, and some are nothing more than a few rocky peaks sticking out of the water. The water is fairly slow moving but begins to pick speed up towards the Grotto, becoming a series of intense rapids and waterfalls as it nears the Grotto's entrance.

The area itself is still traversible. However, it can be risky. Large amounts of debris can enter the waterway, creating bridges at times but also creating dams that break and cause ocassional flash-flooding. Be careful, travelers! One wrong step and you could end up finding out where the water goes.

Note: Susil Crags will return to normal once 25 posts have been completed (or at Staff discretion). During this time, new threads will receive a 'Surprise','Disaster', and prizes.

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Funny how things keep you moving, such simple things that progress in change and force one from their point of calm amidst the tremulous perplexities of life. Aelora had quickly succumbed to such things as this, moving steadily from break upon break smoothing her presence across the near face of this wide and strange valley. Still so new and clueless life was a preserved question with little to grant an answer. She felt like she was only a pup again, searching for the comfort of her mother in the form of some company or at least regular social agendas. She was filled with the tender succulent nourishment of rabbit from her more recent exploits, so full she felt that she could just burst at the seams if she weren't careful. Now, my dear, it was time to get some notice.

The terrain fell short again, where the swamps and bogs gave way she headed into a far more outstanding and strange landscape. Rocks jutted here and there and where they extended short distances in some places water had forced the making of wide streams then into hearty waterfalls. At first the boulders were small and forgiving, granting some space to remain grounded, yet as she ventured on they drew away from the earth and came together making it more difficult to navigate. She took to their tops then, nimble as she ever could have been scraping and seizing her weight atop clambering limbs and clinging claws. Here and there she would slip though this instance was usually righted with a fractional action to recover. Tail sweeping and curving as if to direct her more fluidly she worked her way up until the tops were her playground. She paused astride the first, with wide eyes she searched the distances and found that the rocks went on for quite some time and only continued to grow into massive sizes. Taking a seat she admired the view distantly, lost to the chasms of her absent memories. Tucked away was her past where not even she could retrieve it and in many ways it was sickening, disturbing to see only short glimpses here and there to recall. Ousted by her desire for accompaniment she placed her muzzle high and loosed a lonely howl to the winds, a midday call, one she hoped would not be simply ignored.


...Call me Aelora...




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