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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Dark, Dark! open

Dark, dark! The Horror of darkness, like a shroud, wraps me and bears me on through mist and cloud. -Sophocles

There was something about fog and mist that drew Underidge in like moth to flame. In the swirling depths of hidden mysteries he could become something great. He could grow into a dragon, a monster, something to be feared. At times he let his mind get away from him. Young though he was he had left home and struck out by himself to learn of the world. Sarabi had been busy with Banshee who in turn had been busy doing god knew what. Underidge hadn't had the time nor inclination to follow them in their footsteps. There was a creature inside of him that demanded to be let out. There could be no opening of that door in Taviora for even in the shadows cast by the tall spruce trees or quivering pines nothing could really be hidden.

Time away had not given him any clarity. He is still just as daring as he was before. Underidge has always had a streak of cruelty in him that seems to shadow his own ambition. Nothing will ever stand in his way in life yet he cannot for the life of him fathom what he wants to do with such a life. Being a loner like his father was not tempting - not for the loneliness of such a thing for what did he need of company? - but for the fact that it offered no level of power. No prestige. He hoped in time he would find that guiding path he needed.

Today would be about returning home. Not to Taviora for it had never truly been his home. The shadows and mists were Underidge's calling. The way the silvery substance blended with his own aregentine coat turned him into a wraith of the crags, weaving atop boulders and across fissures that dropped down into spots he would never escape from if he slipped. It was a cold morning. Likely even when the sun came out it wouldn't completely burn of the gray mist; the morning was hushed with only the sound of his claws scrabbling across the rocks as he climbed upwards, his own pewter eyes scouring the world around him.

Abruptly he stops, listens to the silence, and finds in him the dragon that he is. Everyone is cozy in their beds but why should they not wake to fear the world? In this moment there is an otherworld presence after all. Underidge lifts his narrow maw and lets loose a growling, snarling howl, daring those to come out and seek the beast in the mist.

one - male - alone - taviora - enderly x banshee



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