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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this is what salvation must be like after a while

Sometimes, I had to admit, I did feel disconnected from the world. It was only natural, though, given that I could simply close my eyes and I could run away into my own world, imagining what it would be like to hear and to be... normal. It wasn't often that my deafness caused me such mental strife, but on days where I was alone, seemingly hiding from the world it was easy to slip into a cycle of self-deprecation, wondering what would be different if I could hear. Perhaps it wasn't terrible, these what-ifs, though I never spoke them to another soul. It would be counter-intuitive if I did so, if I was trying to make it so my disability did not define me, if I was trying to make it easy to overcome it.

My nose filled with the scent of another, suddenly, and my head snapped around, catching sight of the white-masked wolf standing next to me in the grassy hollow I had found. I studied him for a moment, and knew by his body language that he meant me no harm, but something in the depths of his eyes told of a thing deeper than our mortal plane. I was not adverse to spiritual things, having spent much of my short life in Taviora, but there was nothing that I believed in other than myself. Other than stories, and knowledge.

He almost seemed to beckon me, and so I stood, taking a few cautious steps towards the unfamiliar wolf who had since arrival not said a word. I wondered if he knew, as he seemed to know a lot of things. I did not know this wolf, at least not yet, but his presence was both frightening and familiar.

"My name is Alistair." I introduced myself, standing in front of the wolf nearly dwarfed by his significant size. "Who are you." I asked then, my head tilted curiously, my white eyes trained on his lips as I awaited a response. I was intensely curious of this wolf who had happened upon me.

  • All Hallowed -

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