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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Donít Blink - Youíll Miss It(open)

-lift up your head-

He could not remember much as the world around him. So much had changed so fast and he had become lost to the word. Forgotten. Or so he assumed. He had been abandoned by his father. That he knew. Aranck had stolen him and left him as payment. The woman who had been paid had lost track of him since then. Now the pup sought shelter from the ice wherever he could, not knowing where he could go. He remembered the moors. And he remembered his sister. The one creature who had shown him lingering kindness.

Together they had planned to escape! Their desire to be free of their father had driven them to do great and daring things before they even know what it meant. In one moment, Aranck had snatched their chances away as he snatched up the boyís small body. Now he was poking through the cracks of the crags, almost nothing left in his mind save the desire to survive. Survive and a need to find the sister he had lost. Deep in his thoughts, under the starvation and below those of Zafira, was a fire to burn the sins of his father. Though the embers were hot, they were smothered by the ice and the snow that fell from the skies.

Body pale as a cloudy sky he slipped easily through the crags, half a dead rabbit hanging from his jaws. REd eyes glanced quickly around before he selected a secluded spot, turned away from the winds of the frigid winter. Content that he was not going to go hungry today, the little son started gnawing on the frozen pieces of rodent. At any and every sound his senses snapped to attention. The consumption of his frozen dinner was slow and halting, but he would eventually make his way through. Far from full, but no longer on the brink his mind turned to other things. Where would he go next? How would he get back to his sister? She was still in danger and he needed to help.

blood traitor - no soul - no love


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