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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thirteen
mother of plagues
no emotional ties
▸speak of the devil & she will come◂
He thinks that he is one smooth Casanova – just throwing himself out there for all to listen to. I do not miss the drawn out howl from the lips of one so familiar as it echoes within my caverns. Yes, my caverns. I have lived here long enough now to rightfully claim this particular area of them as mine. After all, I have birthed… four litters here. Four… that seems like quite a bit. Nevertheless, I aim to bring this chaos to his party as I rise into a stretch within the darkness that clings to me.

Even at thirteen years of age I am still as wondrous and appealing as I had always been. Perhaps a bit worn from the work of raising a few whelps but it was nothing I couldn’t fix – a woman’s job is more pressuring than a male’s in any case. With a long yawn and a deep stretch with my rump raised to the air I was soon ready to be on my way. A mortal shell crafted from oblivion itself merged with the darkest recesses of the caverns as I weaseled my way through them. My lithe figure allowed me easy access to the tightest fits and within moments I was wriggling between two boulders into the outside world above.

The summer sun was warm and bright, a bit irritating at first, but those abysmal eyes quickly found the intimately familiar form of Enderly. As always, he was reclined with a shit-eating smile upon his face, always betraying his nature in such regards. I approach him silently a diagonal direction and speak only when I am near enough to him by the babbling pool. ”Lost your fancy with the old hag?” A cooing taunt is sent in his direction as a knowing smile spreads across my darkened façade.


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