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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Coal-stained ears twitch as sound bounces and echoes through the caverns making it difficult to pinpoint the direction any particular sound comes from. The sound of dripping water, the shushing of the breeze, even a faint moaning as a gust of air skips across the various holes. It was like some beautiful, eerie symphony and she could certainly tell why ghost stories seemed to originate in the grotto. But she’d heard tell of a white spectral wolf that lurked in the caverns and chased away unwelcome visitors. Maybe it was just some looney, or maybe it was actually the lost soul of some poor sap that drowned themselves in one of the pools. Either way, she was curious and so intended to find out. Nothing scared her more than boredom.

However, just as she was about to venture further into the damp system of tunnels and caverns, another sound reached her ears and she paused, trying to identify it from the cacophony of other sounds. There! The faint sound of a claw scraping against the ground. Just as she identified the sound, however, a voice rumbled over the melody of darkness. Swamp-demon? It was all she could do not to giggle. Had the scent of Iromar so thoroughly soaked into her that she was now a part of the moorlands? She supposed she ought to be offended, but she was more amused than anything.

Tail still held proudly high, Gaz twisted to look back over her shoulder, her face like a yawning black abyss in the darkness of the caverns with just two faint pin pricks of light where her eyes were. Behind her was a rather large wolf; dark and well built with a helm of gold upon his head. But as her eyes moved to find his, a shiver went through her that had the golden hair on her neck and spine standing on end as though a phantom pup had just scampered down her back and left a chill in its wake. Trying to compose herself, Gaz smirked and turned fully to face the larger wolf, finding that she had an inexplicable urge to either make him laugh or make him rage. ”Grotto-goblin.”


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