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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A Castle in the Sky


Blinded by a carefree spirit, the young lady paid no heed to the proximity of the cliff or the fate she would meet at the bottom of them. She was sure if she wished it, she could fly! Wings spread wide she would spin in the clouds and race the stars across the sky. Luckily the adult she had run across was far more aware of reality than she was. The moment she touched his shoulder, she rolled away from him, her legs and limbs all a mass around her. She flailed around for a moment to release some of the momentum she had gathered for her first tackle.Once she was righted, she peered up at him from the ground with her rump high in the air. White tipped tail was a wild blur, making half of her body move and wiggle erratically.

His bark warned her ahead of time and she attempted to leap away from his larger mass as he came forward. Unrefined and with very little skill in legitimate dodging, not to mention still awkwardly proportioned, Masque tripped over herself and was instantly ‘re-tagged’. She giggled gleefully and ran a few laps around Exodus, nipping at his heels to unconsciously herd him away from the cliffs he had been teetering on.

Not a pack! She answered, momentarily distracted and deciding to roll on the ground and take a minute to scratch her back against the rocks. Momma says my daddy was the King of Fairies, protector of lost spirits. The Far Walkers of Taviora said Mom was the queen of gypsies. The wanderers all seem to know her… Masque was speaking in the riddles and fantasies a young heart clung to with a solid belief in wonder and magic. The idea of heroic adventures and invisible forces only appearing to those who truly believed was a conviction she could not break. Her face fell though in thought of her mother. Taika’s heart was still broken and her wandering paws had slowed. The spirits lost my mother though. While she was looking for her King. Masque rolled back onto her stomach and huffed a sigh. It was not long before she shook her head to dispel the sadness and return to the task at hand! The gypsies are the wanderers at heart! Friends and families that tie themselves together in name and in care. They watch each other’s back! They can see each other one day and never again for years but still greet each other as brother, sister, and friend! No rank, no home! Momma says I was born to be a gypsy! Just as she was born to be a dancer. The young girl leapt back to her paws and crouched. Her wicked grin spread across her face, the small pearl-like scars on her face understated and wiped away by the gleam in her eyes and the overpowering joy she felt for life. No vocal warning at all and she bound forward again, forepaws high in the air to thoroughly tag Exodus again.

Take off your mask, the world will see...
Tonight we'll hide from judging eyes. We'll dance until Sunrise.


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