Aplos Riverside

Moladion’s powerful, winding river...
Aplos River is a broad, slow-moving river originating from somewhere beneath the mountains of Spirane and feeding Iromar’s moors in the south. The northern parts of the river are known for their strong currents, with the water becoming slow moving in the south. The riverbanks vary along its course, ranging from soft hummock grasses to small groups of pine, and sometimes nothing but pebbles and sand. Crossing can be difficult at times, but it can be swam or bridged by fallen trees or boulders alike.

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i am be dangerous now (plot starter thread #2 - loner baddies)
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Perhaps all had not been lost for Purge this day, for as she leaves Isola's damaged form behind her, she left also a dark and deadly promise to the angel queen. Before you go, I would prepare for when I do lay claim to a land of my own. I want you ready, and I want you and yours to understand what has been forged this day, Isola, the Angel Queen of Diveen. I want you to know the true pain of one who watches as a red tide fills the halls your beloved pack once thrived in. Beware, dear Angelica, the purge comes. And I shan't be lacking for company. She meant every word she let slither off her tongue, each syllable laced with venom as she sought to drive fear into the heart of an Angel. If she were wise, she would listen to the wolf of white and pirate patch black.

She moves now to the river, moving into the current to soak her wounds in the chilled water of the Aplos. Exhaling, the empress lays down in the refreshing current of the water, feeling the cold sting and numb her over heated and bitten form. Scars were lessons learned, so the large female doesn't much care if they are visible or not, she has learned much this day. The worst of her wounds throbs painfully in envy and forces her to fully submerge herself within the river. Beneath the roaring surface of Aplos, Purge finds a rather tumultuous serenity, going over the fight within her mind. For such hippie ideals, the angels could bite, even their midget queen had torn her scruff on more than this occasion. This would be the last time she took her on alone, she could swear it.

Purge brings herself away from the cooling comforts of the water, trying to avoid shaking the water from her ears, but failing. Gritting her fangs, she shakes her head gingerly, ridding her ears of the water within, snarling and snapping the air in irritation at the pain. Channeling her rage into a summoning howl, her alabaster crown lifts heavenward, crying out to invoke the wicked ones resting here.

Come, those of darkness, let us banish the light from Moladion.



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