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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'Cause if you hold on forever, it'll hurt your soul


lets see what this place is.

Date: spring ??? Mood: unsure

Suffice to say this girl was certainly weird. While she was pleasant enough for the eyes to look at, he wondered just what good it was going to do him by staying near her. But to be honest, all the travel has really caused him to be quite lonely, so even if he comes across as rude, he means no harm, not really. He’d never learned suave manners with the ladies, you see, thus making him a complete nincompoop, to be honest. He would learn, eventually, he assumed, but who knows.

He watched, listening to her soft spoken words as she danced around him. He laughed, a rough sound as he watched her. He would not harm her, non, that was not his plan. He shook his head, when she challenged him, no, to lay a paw against another like her in a power-fused rage was not in his life plan. With all he had he would keep that from ever happening to anyone he knew, at least, by his own paw. His soul shuttered, thinking about the possibility of turning savage as his own father had.

He shook his head, looking back at the pretty little thing before him. She asked where he was from, after pointing out they sounded different. “I’m from the south, chère, somewheres yous prolly never been befores.” the creole drawl released more, the accent coming out brutish and rough, almost sounding like the words had been rubbed against sandpaper before he spoke them. Some complained they couldn’t understand a thing he said when he spoke, he liked it though, being a mystery to everyone but himself. Though, one called it…soporific, almost causing that one to fall asleep had been… interesting to say the least.


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