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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Blackfoot
male 10 years 36 inches 145 pounds no mate no imprint loner


She seems crestfallen, a special concept considering how her white mohawk was so pronounced, when he mentions his sorry tale of woe, the reason he was keeping away from Iromar now. He is ready to turn away when she suddenly jolts forward and his slender frame startles, lending to him swinging about as if preparing for an attack and then settling down when he sees the utter glee on the female’s face.

He is wide eyed when she speaks, “But wait! That guy is DEAD!”
“Wait,” he sounds incredulous, but she interrupts.

“Yeah no one liked what he did, so a bunch of wolves like, killed him. Now the Alphess is Pine. They got revenge for Aithne, her daughter Aster giving blessing to Pine to rule Iromar, I think this Aster rules Asteraia now, fitting with her name and all, but yeah, dude, you should come see it now, it is much better, I promise!”

The dumbfounded look on his face is maybe not as noble as he normally seems, wisened and older. Instead he has a boyish relief and a small bit of delight left in his aging bones - halfway through their usefulness to him. Glass suddenly half full.

He leaps to her right, playbowing with an easy grin of good natured fun spreading across his face. “I am Blackfoot. I used to handle herbs for the pack. Race me there - if you win, I will stay there with this new lady as well...”

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