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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Posted on September 30, 2014 at 00:14:47 AM by Delya


She doesn’t find herself particularly enthralled with sleep. Things are far more entertaining when you’re awake, when you’re around to watch the things that are going on where you can’t see them. Delya was okay with the daytime, but she much preferred when it was dark. A preference for stars, probably. The moon was at one of those awkward in-between stages, putting off enough light but not too much. Wouldn’t want to be in the land of the midnight sun, after all. No, instead, the girl stretched out in the shadows of a world that she explored as a pup.

It was easier to stay in the pack lands during the day. That was when the borders were to be watched, in her mind—dusk and dawn. Dusk and dawn were her best hours, the ones where she was most alive and most awake. She slept in the high noon hours, under the sun, in the warmth of the atmosphere itself. Everyone was awake, and Delya felt safe. That was the thing about pack life—she was rarely unsafe. How wonderful was that? So wonderful. Thriving, more than just surviving. The Technicolor dreamer could get used to that. A thirst for adventure still ran hotly through her veins, a sort of wanderlust that couldn’t be stilled. Maybe that’s why she went out at night.

The Grotto should have looked more uninviting than it did to the Technicolor dreamer. She wasn’t going to go deep into the cave. No, just sit on the outside and watch the world as it spun around her. Right at the flat mouth of a cave that was just big enough for two of someone around her size. There was a thought in her head about the second task Iblis had left her—find someone from Glorall. Find someone of rank from Glorall. Find them, get information from them… right. Sounded like it would be easy enough. Delya just had to get there before Reich did, and she’d have her first hurdle to becoming Iblis’s right hand man passed. The Technicolor dreamer would be in good shape.
delya
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