The Grotto

Disaster has struck!
Years ago, an earthquake broke open several entrances into a deep, winding series of subterranean systems. It was thought that deep below, underground rivers snaked their way below Moladion. Now, flooding in the Northern reaches of Moladion has proven this theory to be true.

The Grotto is almost entirely submerged. Many of the entrances are completely inaccessible, and those that are only extend a few hundred feet before ending in water. The lower entrances, however, act almost like a giant drain for Moladion. Water pours down into the Grotto's maw as powerful rapids and waterfalls, and large amounts of debris have build up throughout the area. It can be exceptionally dangerous to travel due to the risk of flash-flooding and dams suddenly breaking, but the Grotto does offer the most consistent access across the floodwaters because of those dams.

Note:The Grotto 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: zanon
IP: 174.195.139.183
Posted on September 21, 2017 at 02:24:45 PM by Malleah

The truth was, I shouldn't be here. I was spying on the borders of Glorall for most of the day, my fury at being threatened by that upstart still gnawing at me. I was small and unable to do much physically but not to be underestimated. I could accomplish much if given incentive and the right parts to combine. One might say I was clever. Certainly I had used my brains for more vile manners in the past. I remember Aranck stomping around in his pride, his body flush with the smell of another female and his sneer when he told me I could stay as Consort only so long as I provided suitable heirs. My body was meant to be worshiped, not abused, and I never wanted pups until Myrria. Then she was gone and I had them merely to sate Aranck's insatiable appetite. Maybe I could have loved them if given the chance but I was too beaten down, too power hungry, and too furious to care. He had given Zharko away and then Zafira never amounted to much. She wanted to cuddle, to love, but I was fresh out of love then. I wonder if she made it and I felt... a tiny bit of guilt.

My last set of children had been... miserable. Three of my own and then he had saw fit to snub me more by demanding I raise the two whelps who weren't even mine. My body had barely survived the incessant attention of five pups. I had become nothing but skin and bones even as I hunted the wasteland that Iromar had become and fed my mate. Poisoned scraps that drove his mind into a frenzy, exacerbated by his own madness. He had killed a child of Taviora and Glorall, I heard, and sometimes I grew so furious at the whelps I cared for I wondered if I could cull them. Now I felt numb at the memory, a sense of unease at my past.

I was headed in a wayward walk back towards my cave-den when I spied him. He stopped me in my tracks because for a moment all I could see was Aranck. My heart raced as I stared at Zanon. He looked just like his father with a few minor changes, not to mention he was younger. Two. Had it only been two years ago? Lucia was one now.... I shove that though down. "Zanon?" My voice cracks because my mouth is so dry now as I stare at him. I'm not sure what I was doing, why I even said his name, maybe a sense of guilt. I doubt he could even be happy at my sight and I wasn't sure what I felt at him, grown, looking so much like his father.


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