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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Posted on October 22, 2017 at 01:54:51 AM by Magpie

Her world had been irrevocably changed. For better or worse, Magpie had been taken from the only family she’d ever known. Nothing made sense to her anymore. As bleak and menial as her existence had been before, she had at least known where she fit in, what her role was. She would never deny that her role hadn’t been a particularly fair or desired one; constantly belittled and scorned by the two wolves in the world who should cherish and protect her. However, the fact still remained that she’d gone from knowing what to expect from those around her, to being entirely uncertain. She had been pulled into the folds of a pack, but what did that even mean? Neither her mother or father had been part of a pack and Ghala had never showed any sort of interest in straying too close to any of the pack lands. Any encounter they had with members of a pack was brief and filled with false pleasantries and platitudes.

In truth, Magpie had never been around so many wolves at once in her life. It left her in a constant state of anxiety, worried that she would do something to upset any one of them, that they would be quick to anger like her family had been. Then there was just the constant overload of her senses; sights, smells, sounds. She was used to being fairly solitary, spending much of her time scouting for safe spots and food. Much of her time up until this point, she’d found small ways to amuse herself; spoke to herself. A trait that seemed to draw a bit of attention. Then there was the attention; she was a novelty, a new member of the pack, plucked from the wilds by Zanon.

Plucked from her family.

Neither her foster mother or her half sister had showed much distress over her being taken from them. Amidst all of the other anxieties and chaos, that fact was eating away at her the most. Deep down, she had truly hoped that Ghala truly did love her and was just horrible at showing it. There were wolves like that, all snarl and bite on the outside with emotions that ran deep. However that last ditch hope was entirely shattered at the complete lack of empathy her foster mother had shown.

Finding that the nearness of so many wolves was a little more than she could bare at the moment, Magpie waited until the wolf watching her was distracted and slipped away. Despite her overwhelming need to get away from the chaos that was communal living, she still felt bad and hoped that her watcher wouldn’t get in trouble. Making a mental vow to apologize when she returned, Magpie turned her focus to distancing herself from the pack, picking her way north. She kept going until she could no longer hear the wolves of Iromar, kept going until she reached the river. Following it along the bank, she stopped to sniff this bush or that rock. Here and there she would find spots that had been marked by a pack member. Just another strange new thing to absorb.

When she found a shallow area to cross, Magpie picked her way through the rocks and after a bit of aimless meandering, came across a stream that fed into the river. She followed its winding path further north. Occasionally she would have a twinge of guilt that she was straying so far from the pack. While she didn’t entirely feel she was a part of it, she was also the sort to feel obligated to the pack as they were technically feeding and sheltering her, despite the circumstances of her arrival.

Her guilt had nearly convinced her that it was time to turn back and make amends with the wolf tasked to watch her--though for all she knew, the wolf had followed her--she spotted something in the stream ahead. At first she wasn’t able to ascertain what it was, maybe a tree? There aren’t any trees, Mags...wait, that’s a wolf! Confusion was closely followed by concerned as Magpie realized that there was a wolf flailing about in the stream up ahead. Was there a deep spot? Did they not know how to swim? Ears flat she picked up her pace and loped forward, her long legs closing the gap between her and what she thought was a wolf in distress. ”Hold on, I’m com...ing?”She’d half charged into the stream, sending up a cascade of cool water before she realized that the wolf didn’t seem to be in the least bit distressed. Half in and half out of the water, she stared at the wolf who was probably around her own age. ”What are you doing?”


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