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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Am I A Blessing or A Curse
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It had been a season sense she had seen her old companion Castor and it is with an intrigued hesitation she made her way through the Crags where he told her to meet with him. Her mind wondered to what he would speak of, why he asked her to this place rather than any other. Perhaps it held a significance that to him that she had yet to learn or perhaps it was just a place in which he liked to linger. She would find out soon enough if it truly held importance to her companion.

She enjoyed Taviora, it was a nice place to roam and Coza was lovely but she did not wish to settle…not yet anyway and besides she no longer roamed alone. Warlow’s scent lingered and mixed with her own to be honest she was unsure what or if her companion would question it yet it was not to be worried over she was here to speak with her long missed companion. He was her first friend should the word be welcomed to use. Someone she desired to be part of her life and perhaps even Warlow’s yet she could not speak for him nor would she press the issue for in time she was assured they could become some sort of companions with one another. It was left in the open for the future but she missed her friend and would never lose nor leave Warlow and so what must occur shall be so; perhaps they may both like to meet soon…

Her ears pricked forward alert as the scent of her companion grew. The debate going on in her head ceased as he spoke her name. She offers him a soft smile lingering closer to her companion. He smelt ever so faintly of another barely noticeable and yet it still was there. “My dear Castor, the seasons have been good to you. You are much taller than I remember.” She laughed happily she truly has missed her friend. “What is it you have wanted to speak of,” she asked curiously. She was glad to be in his presence it distracted her from the ache she was beginning to feel. She knew what it was and the cure but for now she wants to linger with her friend a while, at least the scent she carries is enough to calm this feeling for a while.

am i a blessing or a curse?
mistletoe – Warlow holds her Soul - stat



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