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


Wren had been born to scramble, same as Swallowbane. Hed learned that he needed to in order to live like a mountain goat. What a funny thing this mountainborn creature. From the hills. From the hills hed come, over time, and hed allowed things to be as they were in very much the same way. He had the things he was good at. The crags called his name, called the name that few knew. It was hard to hear, but he knew it was there. Wren needed to scramble. Wren needed to feel alive. Feeling alive. What a strange feeling that was.

A beating heart. That was the time keeper in his chest. It was all Wren had that was his own, and hed do his best to keep that safe. With a strange sort of lope taking him across the ground, he launched himself upon the crags. It was an easy sort of lunge, one that allowed him to catch his paws on the rocks and pull up. He was born to climb, born to run. Angels and mountainborn creatures, both flowing hot in his heritage, and they would keep him safe. Where had his parents gone? It was a strange thought, but he wasnt bothered. Rarely was he bothered by anything at all.

Wren could see everything from up here.
wren. swallowbanexcalista. one. mute.


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