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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into a raging fire chandler

cause i'm just a man;

Ross wandered aimlessly today, wondering where the girls had gone. It had been a few days since he had seen them last. They had both spoken of brothers, Chandler and Dakota, and at that moment when he learned he had four children, two boys, two girls, he started wondering about the boys. Who they looked like, what their mothers had told them about him. He could only imagine what Daisy had told their son about him, he only hoped that he would be able to give his sons what he never had, a father while growing up. But wait.. He paused as he walked, that was right, Daisy couldnít talk so how was she going to tell their boy anything? The thought kind of calmed him down, yet at the same time he was still uneasy about the whole situation. The red man stood at the edge of the crags, his shoulders slumped as he looked down at the world around him. He wondered silently if Daisyís inability to speak was a congenital defect, one that maybe could be passed down. Not that Oliza was mute, but it made him wonder if his son was.

The sun was high in the sky, the snow had melted, what little had fallen the night before. It was early winter, too early for the deep freeze to be setting in, and it was a relief that he didnít have to trudge through the frozen land to find somewhere warm to sleep at night. He knew he needed to find a home, but at the same time he wasnít really looking for a home right now. He didnít have the right mind-set to be a part of a pack at that moment.

He hadnít gone looking for his son, but he wondered if they would run into each other one of these days. He kept thinking of Fallacy, Emeline and Dakota. He could only wonder what was going on with them lately.

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