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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Lamia

Seldom did any others look at her in such a way, be it for her quietness or her resemblence to the shadows in which she often bathed. Perhaps there was a streak of vanity that ensured her attention remained on Grimoire as she squirmed in apparent delight or perhaps Lamia could simply sense that this woman had been honest with her, honest with her intrigue. It might have been that alone that had driven the woman to agree to this hunt, an inkling of its true meaning only suggested in her eagerness. Lamia had never been the one to take upon her culture's hunts so eagerly but her parents had been, her mother especially. Somewhere within her, the blood of Lillith demanded she tend to the stranger's request.

And so, she had followed the woman with a flick of her tail and upon long, delicate strides, fascinated by the sudden turn of events. Yet, she understood her place all the same; this was not her hunt and so, she obediently stayed behind. It caused no issues but rather, it provided her some additional time as Grimoire headed beyond her sight; she took to a different path, nose focused on her companion's scent but her attention drifted to and fro. Still, she stayed close enough. In the far distance, she could hear the mumblings of voices. Her voice, she supposed.

Then, a howl, a savage sound that immediately made Lamia's ear twitch. Then, she was off. She had quiet strides, dedicated to her companion's hunt, as she swung in a wide arc, intending to approach their target from the opposite side of Grimoire's approach. When she broke onto the path, she was confident in her steps, slowed now as her tail waved behind her in what might appear like a friendly greeting. In contrast to Grimoire's sudden mad expression, Lamia might have almost looked sweet with her tilted head and wide eyes. "Three of us," she stated with a small hm of curiosity. "Boy," she suddenly addressed him, her face falling free of its prior smile as her head swung low, "do you think you're the fastest here?" She was curious, see, as to what kind of friend her companion had found them.

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