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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I'll burn as bright as any man


Unfortunately, the description didn't add up in my mind to anyone I'd ever met before. Suddenly the shortcomings of my lack of experience reared their ugly head within my mind. I was quick to remind myself of the many acquaintances I had made by hosting the two year old gathering this past spring, but each of those wolves had parents and other relations that I did not know. If I was going to take this scouting business seriously as a possible role for myself, I needed to learn more, know more, experience more. Still, I stowed the description of Taika in my mind, coupled with the facts that she was a gypsy and a mother - it could be of use in the future. "I'm sorry, Amber, I haven't seen her." It was a genuine sentiment, for clearly she was concerned for the wellbeing of this Taika woman. I knew what it felt like to be in the dark about the health of someone you cared about.

"Is she in some kind of danger?" I asked, curious to learn why there was such haste in the woman's movements and intentions to find her missing compatriot. I mulled over what I knew about gypsies - not much to be honest. They traveled from place to place, often hosting events in different packlands. I felt the burn of anger in the pit of my stomach as I recalled the invitation to celebrate upon the mountainside in the company of gypsies, while my mother lay bloodied in a den far from our rightful home. I gritted my teeth as I thought of the betrayal and insult that party had been, but perhaps there was a possibility for usefulness in the idea. "The gypsies host events every so often, right? Maybe if there was a gypsy gathering to attend, it would pull her out of the woodworks." I was proud of the idea, and hoped she would be interested. After all, every good party needs a good host - and I'd already proved more than capable of that.

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