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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.

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Posted on July 7, 2015 at 08:55:02 PM by Paldor

It seemed like months since the attack and all he remembered of the monitoned beast was his colors. Not a scent caught his attention, no voice to give him a clue hell he didn't even have a face to tell anyone about him. All he knew was that he'd been quick to dispatch Pal's body parts and that he was indeed a male. Hopefully Riot would have better luck than his fractured mind could give him for clues. He moves through the night like smoke on the breeze as he makes his way from the protection of the swamps ro the cool darkness of the caves, there is a place he has in mind for some quiet contemplation, the great falls upon once he had stood ready to take his life.

It doesn't take him long to find it, the waters rushing past him so quickly it is hard not to get transfixed, the roar of water strangles his ear canals to the point that he cringes and pulls his ear close to his head a renewed twinge of pain cascading around the edge of scar tissue. As a group the three wolves had barely kept him alive, the young girl tending to him even as he grumbled about this and that. Riot had also been a good enough sport to listen to his old man rantings, the entire pack seemed so different from the one he had been in before and some how this feeling of being wanted or even needed at all... it felt downright weird. He had only held his previous rank because of the strange dreams he had that foretold the future, not because he had trained for it. He's sure that they only tolerated his white coat because of this. But now he was actually tested on a physical talent and it felt good to know he can actually help rather than just fore tell the bad in life.

Thinking about the past made him think about Ruvindra, "foolish old man do you really think she cared for you? besides she's long gone and dead, which is probably for the best at any rate... we don't think she'd forgive you.." he sighs since he had sobered up off the poppies the voices had returned "forgive me... for what?" a crescendo of laughter rolls across his brain. "so sad... you really do not remember do you? Today is not going to get better you know..." what did they mean by that? "I do wish.. you would... tell me what.. you know..." he lays down gingerly on his still sore leg, he missed many things in life... his Ruvindra... his children... his ear, his eye and his tail... thanks to the girl he was cleaner than he had ever been and nearly gleamed even in the darkness of the large chamber.

So content in his somber state that he released a low howl that reverberated off the cave systems walls.

"paldor"
" voices in head"

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