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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forsaken, all are fallen, for I rise to meet the end
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Limoira


No more Baphomet. That's the word that seems to be trickling around, amidst the lips of the innocent and the fallen within the borders of Moladion. Likely, the word spreads farther, but who's to truly know the consequences of such? Things can get rather widespread rather quickly, and gossip spreads like a wildfire when somebody knows your name.

Even infamy has its advantages.

With the downfall of one, though, there's always the uprise of another, whether this be some form of mutiny, another strength becoming a power all their own, or some bloodbath known as civil or uncivil warfare. None of the above appeals, truly, but none of it bothers. It merely is, where I am concerned. It merely is a cycle that begins and ends with a struggle for power. And those who truly have it need not "struggle" for long.

This is the price I pay, I suppose. Thinking. I tell my mother not to, but I have no reason not to. I don't mourn, I don't grieve. Related or not, raised by or not, it is no consequence to me. It is what it is. I deal with it.

Sighing from my current perch, there is much of the barren and rocky available to see from here. Not that trees are all that sparse to my vision, but they are far enough away that those hidden within would have to open themselves to attack if they want to get anywhere close to me. Seeing, watching, waiting. It's my thing. It's how I am the way I am, you notice. I pay attention.

Stone upon stone, I can see one that seems to have been dislodged falling in chaotic fashion toward the ground beneath. Watching it fall, it only serves to remind me yet again. Another figurehead fallen, like a wave upon the sea.

They come. They rise. They crash upon the shore.

This is the order of things, and though I know I am seemingly rather thoughtful at this time, I am listening and watching for anything that I should needs worry over. Don't mind me. I'm just lingering. As always.



fallen angels at my feet
whispered voices in my ear
death before my eyes, upon my end shall I begin
forsaken, all are fallen, for I rise to meet the end

Baphomet x Ishtar




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