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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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P. 202; CHAPTER TWENTY
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GRiMOiRE
female . 37 inches . 120 pounds . loner
"Dance, my little puppets,
set your soul free.
Dance, my little puppets,
dance just for me."
- verse iii, sandy nobody
Astounding were the ways of body language such that lack of motion often expressed more than activity. Abundant credence was in his stillness even through her murderous teeth were close. She felt the thread of attachment weave into her heart, leaving pricks of warning behind. Should that thread be torn out… Grimoire already knew the pain of such a traumatic experience and the glorious vengeful motivation that followed its wake.

Caught on his words, the ebony and red wolf hovered, her ears soaking in who she was through the eyes of another. Perception was a thing a beauty. Glowing teeth exposed her pleasure. A force - a vessel of the inevitable. There were no greater compliments so perfectly aligned with the Demon Code. Grimoire pressed the tip of her tongue to the center of her son’s forehead as praise for his intellect, stimulation of his third eye, and a seal of her commitment to him. She stepped backwards and turned a quarter, inviting Zharko to her side.

"May it always be so."

The tones rounded with the fullness of a singer’s voice. Grimoire’s pink eyes caught the reflecting lights of the mist, which set them aglow with affection; may she always be beside him so that he may never wilt with lack of purpose. To impart upon him the power which she held was her duty as a mother. Should his mind be flexible enough to understand the will of nature, he need only embrace the teachings. Her tail waved and she inquired of him,

"You have developed intuition beyond that which is common. I have much to teach you… What do you know of the Demon Code?"

She would begin to lead them towards the Aplos Riverside should Zharko not be scared off by the cruel wisdom of demons. His indoctrination as a pupil would begin on the river bank; symbolic of a change in course, though one entirely organized by the construct of earth itself.
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