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 am not so little anymore.

Time had a way of changing ones perspective of things. My perspective as from a taller advantage. I had shot up like a sprout and lengthened considerably. My body had always been rather stout, much like my mothers, but with my growth spurt I had leaned out considerably. Only halfway to becoming an adult but I was past Halcyon on all scales and part of me felt a twinge at the knowledge. At once I wanted to both be great and remain small because I was coming into my own maturity.

I understood things now that I hadn't before and things I had thought I understood now no longer made sense.

Even as I meandered back to the border of Iromar where my father had called me, I didn't yet set foot into the marshland. I didn't want to because I ached for it. If I stepped inside I wasn't sure I could continue on my path of training like mother had bid me. Only briefly since I had left over a year past had I seen her. Once to let her know how angry I was about having skipped the line of succession and once because I just secretly needed to see my parents, to ease this homesickness in me.

I was stronger than that though. I had to be. One day I would be Empress and others would look to me.

My father has always been the kinder of our parents. He does not press me into things I do not wish, does not order me about or growl at me when I frustrate him. I love them both but sometimes me and my mother butt heads and I seek the company of a less strict authority figure. He looks at me with pride and I beam beneath his silent praise, grinning widely at him as he trot a few miles from Iromar and enter the crags. So many scents flourish here - prey, predator, and wolves. I hadn't told him about my meeting with Halcyon or about my training or even about the meeting I had hosted in Spirane.

That would come after the hunt, I decided, ready to impress him with my skills. Oh! I needed to tell him about the boar me and Halcyon had taken down in the winter. ME! Half grown! My ears flick towards him at his words and I sniff, closing my eyes to better focus my sense of smell. "Weasels," I say with a wicked grin. I smell them all over the rocky area. No doubt they have little hidey holes beneath and between the rocks and I begin to track, making sure my once over-large paws don't scrape or stumble.

See, I have grown! I glance at my father with determination, body falling into a stalking stance as I weave a path up and over hills of rocky slate and then down, catching sight of a brown, wriggling body nearby.

It is facing away from me and upon close inspection I see more than one weaving between the area. You see, I had grown and I was hungry, but I was also still young. And I wanted to thrill of the chase, not just the catch.

So I glance at my dad and grin with teeth showing. "First one with a weasel wins!" Then I take off like a bolt!

(Feel free to power play anyway you need)


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