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.

Note:The Grotto 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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Beschea

He doesn’t believe in love. Never has. Never will. It was something his parents had, and an idea for someone who wasn’t him. There was the fact that he could be driven by obsession, but love was something that wasn’t… this. This. He doesn’t really know. Things are weird. Wren isn’t stable. Not right now. Too much has changed too fast, but he doesn’t care much for that fact. Too much too quick.

He was drawn into the group that’s gathered here in the Grotto, but he doesn’t approach. That would be dangerous. Wren doesn’t much care for danger. He’d rather safety. He’d rather… be… back here. Away from it. There’s company, but he’s peering from close by. Strange. So strange. So strange. He’s strange and he doesn’t really mind it. Heart pounding in his chest.

This was scary. Things had been so strange. Wren is shaky, and the anxiety stops him dead in his tracks. Hiding. He’d hide. That was fine. It was okay. Everything would be alright, whatever happens would happen. Shaky. Always shaky. At least he’s bright. A bright heart. A brave heart. He was something else after all, and things were… things were weird. They would always be.
wren. swallowbanexcalista. seven. mute.



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