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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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Steel Through Bone;

He can see when the child sees him that it is not what the little tyke had planned for his excursion into the wilds. Ah, what it was like for a child to regret the presence of an adult. It makes him feel old and that amuses him quite a bit. “Huh? No.” he receives in reply, amusing him only more - even if he is more tactful than to look or sound it.

He remains low, his large size made small by how he tucks his legs and keeps his head low. “Who're you?”

“Ah yes,” he says slower, aware that she had not seemed overly attentive to his speech and feeling perhaps it was an impediment easily circumvented with a bit slower speech and easier managed with how his voice often rumbled with it’s bit of depth. “Excuse my manners. I am Roman. And you?” he tilts his head, offering the lilt of tone but also the expression on his face.

His eyes fall to the dismembered stick, then back up to the youth again. “Fancy a bit of rabbit instead? I find bone is better than stick… you know, for getting proper gnawing done.” He knows it would be easy to follow through, and perhaps would break the ice. Food was often, in their mutual homeless position (her scent was of so many places at once that it could not be a pack’s child… right?), a hot commodity, after all.

male | 5 years | 40 inches | 165 pounds | no heart | no soul | no hearth
the kingblade


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