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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i bleed when i fall down


Oliza stood quietly by the small pool of water, her eyes lost in the swirl as the wind blew the water, causing it to ripple around in a circle. Her split eyes focusing on the reflection of herself, her face split across with itís blue-grey and black. She looked a bit like mom, but it caused her to wonder where she got the dark black from. Dad was a base of russet, and she was just confused, really. She needed to know more about her family lines, but she didnít know where to ask about it. Dad had once spoken of a twin brother, and a younger sister, but nothing more was said about them, leaving Oliza to wonder silently to herself for days on end who she was related too.

The silence around her was welcoming, soothing, and overall, enjoyable. Oliza preferred the silence. Though, you would think she would prefer the opposite when she was not around her mother. But in her two years, the silence was such a welcoming thing that the opposite would just make her crazy, to be honest.

The scrape of nails against the rocks caught her attention and her spilt eyes turned in the direction of the other that was approaching, seeing the pure black figure that was coming down from the top of the rocks, heading down towards me. She was unknown to me, but she smelled of Iromar, and there was a dominance about her that caused her to lower her head, dropping it beneath her shoulders and down, a sign that she was absolutely no threat.

ďHello Miss.Ē Her voice was a bit rough sounding to her own ears, due to her minimal use of her voice, she supposed. Her split periwinkle and gold eyes watched the lady before her with avid fasicination.

Your words in my head, knives in my heart


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