The Grotto

Disaster has struck!
Years ago, an earthquake broke open several entrances into a deep, winding series of subterranean systems. It was thought that deep below, underground rivers snaked their way below Moladion. Now, flooding in the Northern reaches of Moladion has proven this theory to be true.

The Grotto is almost entirely submerged. Many of the entrances are completely inaccessible, and those that are only extend a few hundred feet before ending in water. The lower entrances, however, act almost like a giant drain for Moladion. Water pours down into the Grotto's maw as powerful rapids and waterfalls, and large amounts of debris have build up throughout the area. It can be exceptionally dangerous to travel due to the risk of flash-flooding and dams suddenly breaking, but the Grotto does offer the most consistent access across the floodwaters because of those dams.

Note:The Grotto 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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Denali


Things were going well for me in Iromar, with Astaroth's guidance I was becoming stronger and more confident. I was still not strong enough to face my brother, but maybe I was ready to face the demons and see if they'd accept me. Astaroth had accepted me, but he was different, there was something else there, something I didn't understand. He always seemed to be there for me, and when I was with him I felt capable of anything. Lately though, i'd been feeling something else, something stronger than just being attached to him; it was yet another thing I didn't understand and I was almost scared to delve farther into the feelings. I suppose in time they would explain themselves.

I moved like a phantom through Moladion, my senses on high alert since I was in the free lands, making me fair game for my brother. He was still here and he was still coming after me in an attempt to take my life, and there seemed to be no end in sight for his games. He was blood thirsty and cruel, there was no method to his madness. But right now I couldn't worry about him. Astaroth had told me that if I let him control my life then i'd never amount to anything because I was far too busy worrying over my brother. So I decided to venture out of Iromar without Astaroth's protection, not that I needed it, I was capable of handling myself if the situation arose.

I don't know why I ended up back here again, these caves I had spent my days in when I first arrived. It was where i'd had one of my first encounters with a wolf of Moladion: Enderly. He was quite the interesting acquaintance I had made. He threw me out of my comfort zone and attempted to use his silver tongue in order to peal away any secret I had. Ever since that fateful day I hadn't seen him anywhere, and I couldn't help but wonder what mischief he was getting himself into these days as I walked into the darkness of the cave.

My silver gaze looked around the shadows that the stone walls cast, weary of what lie inside them. There were many scents that lingered in the cool cave, many unfamiliar but one I did know: Enderly. I wonder if he's still here and why he has come back to this place of mystery.

4 years / Loves none / Possessed by Astaroth / Iromar




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