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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* all we see or seem

I do not know if Lucia expects me to let her wander further and further with age yet as she grows I feel as if I am growing claws to cage her. Where I had thrust my myriad of other children away from me, save Myrria, I was certain I could not allow Lucia to get hurt. She was not sharp edges like my eldest daughter, who held everyone at arms length, and since Myrria had been oddly absent of late, I decided it was high time I stop my weakness and be ever vigilant. A boy, after all, had come calling for MY daughter and boys tended to have one thing in mind. Never mind that Exodus was different or that they were entirely too young for such thoughts. My life had been tainted by my weakness and by the strength of others and I would not allow my precious Lucia to be duped into some foolishness. So when she runs out to play I wait for a moment before following after at a distance, trailing her by her crisp scent. She is growing more feminine as the days pass and dainty, much like me. It inspires a sort of fierceness I have not felt since birthing Myrria. My other... children... had been a product of dislike but simple necessity and I felt very little for them. Sometimes I felt guilt for such a crude thinking, for lacking in emotion, but then I wonder if it wasn't a mercy. I wasn't the greatest and being a mother was difficult. Perhaps life was better for them without me.

I could think that, at least.

I trail after her until she climbs across the rocky surface and then launches herself at a boy. My ears flatten and nose flares to catch his scent. Strange... it is the scent of Diveen. I had lived there for a short time - how funny was it that me and Aranck had lived in the very place that now hated Iromar. I shake away such thoughts as I make myself known now, lifting my head, puffing my chest, and striding forward with purpose and a sly sort of elegance while my eyes pin Aeon down.

"Ah, you must be Aeon," I say, my voice almost sickly sweet, a snake eyeing prey. "Lucia, get off him for a moment." The words come out as a stern order, my teeth clicking together abruptly at the end before I soften it with a false smile for my daughter before focusing on the boy. If I had MY way she wouldn't even touch him. "Do you know who I am?"


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