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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Sleep blankets me. Iím wandering, as I often do in dreams, searching for something. Iím not entirely sure what it is that I seek, but I know I will recognize it. It isnít a powerful drive that encourages me forward, but a mild curiosity. Almost as though I simply want to know what could possibly interest me for so long - as though Iím experiencing the dream from a detached perspective. Itís this thought that triggers the realization that Iím dreaming. My dream-self abruptly falls into a yawning chasm and I jerk into awareness.

My blooddrop eyes blink once, twice in protest of wakefulness, but my will is stronger. I rise to my full height and yawn into the bright morning sunshine, stretching. My muscles roll beneath my glorious, healthy coat and I groan as my joints loosen. Only briefly do I reflect on the verisimilitude of my familiar dreams; my mind is a busy place. I give my great head a shake and off I go. I break into an easy stride, a relaxed pace that devilishly hints at the speed and power I am capable of.

I follow the circumference of the great crater, as I have been for some time now, passing over the sun dried earth like a spectre. Except to eat and sleep, I havenít stopped for days; I donít often stop to socialize. Again, I am a busy guy. But every now and then I come across a creature that slows me to a pause, that draws me in and brings me inspiration. I like to play games, and the second player is pivotal to the story.

I see her, the white girl standing alone. Is she angel? I saunter across the hot stone, obvious in my direction but without any urgency, and immediately pop myself into her personal space. We are about the same height and build - she looks good to me today. I eye her suggestively and come forward. I brush past her shoulder and circle around to stand at her side, flashing my fiendish grin. I am so near her that the tips of our coats are almost touching, but I donít touch her yet. I am not blitzkrieg today, I am pestilence: waiting, patient.

I want to wear you down, you sad, pretty thing.

ďĎmorning,Ē I grumble in my smooth baritones. ďWhatís a girl like you doing in a place like this?Ē



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three || ---- || 41Ē / 185lbs || ---- || boundless
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