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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I'm beginning to feel like a Dungeon Dragon
IP: 68.231.5.123
Posted on September 8, 2013 at 00:01:58 AM by Jagger

Her muscles burned, her wounds smarted, and she couldn't feel more alive. She had just came to Moladion barely a week ago, and she had scarcely quite moving since then. It was an entire new land! She wouldn't leave until she explored every nook and a cranny of it, a familiar and habitual practice of the nomad when she found a new land. So far she had only met one, a beast of a male, and though she was content to be left to her own thoughts, she liked to make friends. Maybe she'd meet a potential friend sometime today, though after she finished her run. The crags were a perfect obstacle course for her to practice her agility and hone those skills. The rocky terrain was treacherous to those without adequate balance and sure footing, but to her it was a breeze. She ran and leapt from rock to rock, no hesitation in the slightest. Hesitation could get you killed, both on the battlefield and off, and so it was something she actively avoided. Besides, if one was being pursued, or doing the pursuing for that matter, wasting precious seconds finding the safest route could either cost them their life or their lunch. Neither were particularly appealing. The best course of action was to just go, taking the fastest route despite the fact that it was unstable or dangerous.

The cold bit at her wounds, both new and old, and made them throb though she didn't pay them any heed. Pain was familiar too her, and she could tolerate a lot more than a few measly pulses. She had the appearance of a warrior to go along with her thinking, missing a chunk from an ear and her back leg scarred like something with large fangs had latched on and tried to tear it off of her. The rest of her scars were hidden under her jet pelt, though could be seen if her fur got wet. She was tall, and about the same size as most males, though her muscles were lithe and toned.

Unlike the auburn girl, Jagger didn't have a problem making friends, having a veritable army of them all over. She was friends with all manner of creatures, not just wolves. And though the girl seemed convinced she couldn't make friends, Jag might just turn out to be her first, too stubborn to be just be put out a wrong word or action.

She skidded to a stop atop a waterfall, laughing as her paws hit the icy water. She stretched, lifting her face to the sunrise with a smile before she dipped her head down to drink from the turbulent water, paws submerged. She was standing in the middle of the current, close enough so that she could look down the waterfall if she wished and anyone below could see her. Just as she was about to set off again, she caught sight of the girl below her. "Hello," She called, a friendly smile accompanying her words. That was Jagger, she was usually friendly outright, unless you gave her a reason not to be or she was just in a bad mood.

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