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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the boys who kiss and bite

they are the brilliant ones

who speak and write;



She woke up fresh and optimistic, even surrounded by the strange presence of cold, hard rock and the sound of trickling water. Her left hip was stiff, breaking her graceful gait with a slight limp, a reminder of the previous day’s impossible chaos and confusion. She had survived a demon and a bear, back to back, through incredible odds. The demon had imprinted on her. And then he had fought off the bear. It had all happened so quickly that it felt surreal, more like a dream than a day in her life.

Sen felt like a dream, too, as much as she wanted to keep his memory bright and new. The details of their peculiar meeting were faint now, but she remembered his eyes and his smell. Maybe they’d meet again one day. But it was unlikely to happen here, so far from the green canopy they were so comfortable in.

Her nails clipped quietly against the stone under her feet as she moved into the morning sunshine, blinking as her lavender eyes adjusted. Last night she hadn’t really bothered taking in her surroundings, wanting only to hide herself away and rest, and so had ducked into the first small cave she’d found. Now she watched the sun creep higher in the sky as it pulled the night’s chill from her cinnamon coat.

they sing in clever tongues

oh, how my knees go weak

to be the one;


H U S H

five ** bound by Dante ** midwestern crater **





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