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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Sometimes Dimitri needs to get away. Sometimes he needs to turn away from the things he knows rightly and know them wrongly too. It doesn’t make sense to him, at least as much as it aught to. It was his own head, wasn’t it? Shouldn’t he know what was going on? He didn’t. Dimitri was slipping away and the cobwebs were closing in. Things had been strange. He felt as if he’d outgrown the family that had been there to make everything okay. He felt like he was something of a burden to them—stark, raving mad was an understatement. Madness wasn’t real. Unless it rested in your head the way it had in that of his own father, it wasn’t real.

The man believed in a life before this one. In that life, Dimitri appeared to have been nothing more than a dog. It wasn’t right to him, so he didn’t hold onto it. It didn’t make much of a difference to him what he had been or what he would be. This was his life now, and he was going to live it as far away as Makism as he could. He hadn’t loved Dimitri like the others, and it had been made clear. In an environment of supportive parenting you couldn’t help but let one go, right? The creature with the shifting, rainbowed eyes appeared to be the one that got let go. The long legged shadow didn’t stop to weep. He moved on.

Iromar was as much as a home as he’d ever have, he supposed. It was a lie. A farce. Though he was getting used to the strange ways of the demons, they weren’t the gypsies that had raised him. Lillith was an odd duck, yet he seemed to hold to the creature’s side. The greeter, lacking all qualities that would make her a good one, yet there she was. Baphomet was… he was strange too. Dimitri wasn’t sure he liked that kind of strange, yet he went along with it. He would play by the man’s rules until such a time came when he didn’t have to. It didn’t look like that time was coming soon. Iromar had become the place he belonged, for now.

Yet he could wander. He wandered until catching a scent that was familiar, one that drew him in like no other had. He’d… who… Delta. Quicker now, he moves, those long legs had to be good for something. She calls out, and he calls back to her. Dimitri is still too far away to see her quite yet, but he’s coming close. “’s just me.” The words roll off his tongue so casually. On the surface, his time on the dark side hasn’t changed him. It’s simply been too short to have done it. If anything, he looks better than he has in ages. Dimitri looks more free, lifted in a sense. They understood, in Iromar.

“It’s spring, in the west—Delta?” He falters, remembering the gravity of her situation. He remembers what had driven him from the safety of the gypsies too, the thing that had pulled him away. What was anchoring his head, the very humanity that existed in him… it had gone when she’d disappeared without a word. “Where the hell have you been?” He shakes his head, hard, as if to clear the thoughts that crashed around inside it. The son of the shadows sat upon his haunches, staring. There was joy, but something else too. He didn’t know what it was called, and that… was a problem.

DIMITRI


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