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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the lonely one refuses to die
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Wren is still fond of this friend-girl from his childhood. It was this girl that he had followed to Taviora on one day in particular... at least that was where he'd thought the scent had been. Turns out, it wasn't, but he now had a home because of it. A proper home, something he hadn't indulged in since childhood. It was quite the feeling, quite a good feeling indeed. A feeling that made him ever so happy, a feeling that he couldn't dare describe. Everything about Wren was excited, tail wagging as his paws touched to that of the pale girl. Sparks ran up his spine... how strange. How very strange.

The young man wasn't sure he liked feeling like this. It was a strange sort of sick in his stomach, but excited all at once. Absolutely fantastic. There was a lurching and a bounding in his front end as she invites play, the rememberance of an old friend coming back to his mind. Iophiel-- the girl. The girl that had been so lovely, haunting his memories all along. Tail wagging, wagging and broad and fantastic... if he could have barked and shouted with joy he would have. The young man could not, so he settled for the friendly grin that settled upon his lips. Handsome and young beneath the light of the moon... what a fantastic day.

This world and that... there were so many worlds, and Wren had no idea that someone else had been in contact with them too. His tail waved softly, a nod in his handsome head as he watched the girl. He'd been so many places, lived so many lives in the time he'd been gone. Wren was gentle about the way he nudged the side of the girl's face, gentle, so gentle. He'd never known anything else, and for that he should be thankful. It's easy to be gentle like that. So easy.

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