Glorall

Disaster has struck!
Flooding from the north has taken its toll on Glorall. The large tides combined with the increase in water draining from the Ruieze River has flooded the lower regions of the pack. The sandy soil, compounded with so much water, has toppled a lot of trees. Traveling is difficult even when the water is shallower, with the sandy soil below being difficult to find traction on. The daily tides seem to keep the level of flooding fairly consistent, too.

During the low tide, wolves may be able to move around the higher dunes (with some difficulty) but during high tide, the pack is almost impossible to safely navigate. Swimming is possible, but the risk of currants and surges from either the ocean or the river are very real. The island off of the coast of Glorall is untouched by either issue, although it is incredibly difficult to find your way there without being an adept swimmer with plenty of good luck!

Note: Glorall will reopen once 30 posts have been completed (or at Staff discretion). During this time, new threads will receive a 'Surprise','Disaster', and prizes. Glorall is currently not open for challenges.


THE HERE AND NOWALPHA OF GLORALL
Elohim

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In my ways. The words had brought about the slightest hint of a smirk from Elohim, a barely there kiss of emotion that he had been quick to dismiss. Strange to meet such an honest stranger. He had never known one - or rather, he had never been one, at least from what he knew. Everybody tended to sprinkle their words with the taste of a lie at least but this man? Elohim wasn't sure. They didn't seem like lies and he didn't stink like a thief. It kept him curious in any case. Only, at least Elohim's curiosity was often an innocous thing.

"Don't fret, I'm hardly a jailer," he bowed his head ever so slightly, a gesture of...amiability, he supposed. "Elohim." He settled into place, more relaxed now that he had bridged that formality. He wondered with a flicker of his eyes to the world beyond Arturio what he ought to do;
he wondered if he should call for Nari herself and yet, he hadn't much in the way of a relationship with her. For whatever reason, some part of him had always recoiled somewhat from she and the others. He tried to be...something for his other siblings but they simply had not connected the same way Ehiyeh and Erebos had. And so, he wondered: should he call his father?
The thought alone almost made him smirk in amusement. Best not. Best not until he understood this man a little more. Ah, or perhaps Elohim simply enjoyed that whisper of power.

"Glorall." The man's word had brought him back from his thoughts with a jerk of his head as his eyes fixated once more on his. "Do you wish to stay here permanently?" He paused, his grin seemingly out of place on his face as he leaned forward to lower his breath. "Then again, I suppose she couldn't quite tell you just what this place is." He returned to his previous position then and rolled his shoulders. He feigned to hear a whisper in the wind, turned his head aside as his ears flickered towards the brushland around them, his eyes roaming the treeline. "If you were to take a guess, what would you expect from a place like this?" This was, by all means, much more interesting than border patrol or counting his steps for Aster.

a son born from the dead and the sea
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