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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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Inanna could not help but become a little self conscious at his words. Pride was one thing, narcissism was a tricky line to walk. But the words who so gently spoken, and made her feel so good. Even as she looked away and at her paws, the smile on her lips grew broader. Her rescuer thought she was perfect, and so she was perfect. She was perfect in his eyes, the eyes of a man she thought was everything.

He sat beside her and she leaned into him. The memories of their time in the cave, him resting his head against her were still fresh in her young mind. Their closeness was the family tie she missed, the support she craved from a family that had gone missing in this world and left her alone.

Who would have thought a kidnapper would lead her to such a wonder.

The grin on her face grew even broader. A healer, a warrior, or a scout. Positions of fire and power. The storms. Being worthy of the grace of the storms. Inanna could feel the ambition turning in her body. The excitement burned in her blood and beat through her heart. She would do these things AND she would have the strength and the spirit of thunder. She would be a creature of the storms, calling them to her and using them to lend power to the things she did. The wind would make her swift of foot, the rain would lend it soothing nature to her healing and herbs. Thunder would fight by her side and lighting would strike from her fangs.

Zeus would give her life just as he had saved her from the jaws of an unseen cannibal so long ago.

She looked up at him with her shining, mismatched eyes. How do I show the storms I am worthy? What must I do to please the storms?

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