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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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Posted on October 17, 2017 at 07:57:50 PM by Arturio

Arturio closed his eyes again with a smile. "Beaches are nice, even in a drought. The sand is annoying at time, but there is almost always a cool breeze off the water, and the water itself is never very warm," he said pausing briefly, "If you like that sort of thing." Not everyone liked the beach. Sometimes sand got everywhere, and sometimes gulls were annoying, but it had a certain appeal to it for the snowy giant. He would agree t9l that a down side was being unable to drink the water. That was particularly problematic sometimes.

But the conversation moved, sticking to talk of family. "Ah, I have to correct myself a bit. My aunt and grandmother raised my siblings and me; my mother died the day we were born," Arturio said, his ears laying back briefly, "But my aunt definitely breathed fire when we misbehaved." He shook his head. No, he would never pull anyone's tail over something he knew and seen, the white brute just never expected to meet someone outside his birthplace to know of such things, figuring they led nomadic lives and we're slowly dying out. This was clearly not the case with Meteor Rain standing, rather laying awkwardly, before him.

"I used to myself once, when I was younger, before everyone started leaving," he added. Arturio was not the sort to lie, even if it was something a bit out there. He just never expected it to come up in conversation. Art shook his head, "No. Spent a lot of time wandering, searching for what remained of my family. I think I might be the only one left. Never thought I would settle anywhere, since there is no going back home. And yet, here I am," his tone was both saddened and happy. Loss of familiarity was never a good thing, but he felt like he had a place here in Moladin in some fashion, with or without Nari. "They were right," he finally said, "Life was easier when you could raise the dead, heal any wound, fight with more than just your fangs." It was harder, but Arturio managed. He did miss home, and those he had created memories with, good, bad, or otherwise. But there really was no going back.

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