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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Rage rage against the dying of the light
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Posted on May 8, 2018 at 01:59:03 PM by Blackthorne

Just as they are alike in many ways, they are also different at times. The purpose that drives Blackthorne is similar but different than Matianak's. In truth, the Darkbringer was not sure what motivated his sister besides a sort of mischief that burned often in her eyes. His purpose was convoluted at times but the base decisions were easy to deduce: target a threat, eliminate it. Find something he wanted, snatch it. There was no innate sense of what he could and couldn't do, only what he wanted to do versus what he did not care to do. The laws of this mortal realm did not bind him in such a fast manner as others. Good, evil, it really only came down to what one wished.

He half expects her to give him a glare upon his arrival. After all he had made her wait the entire afternoon and into the dark hours of the night. The sounds of prowling animals could be heard intermittently through the woodland, echoing off the rocky sides of the grotto where the earth had split and spilled away from the entrances and edges. What a strange place the Grotto was, filled with mystery. Here he had met Loki. Here he had met Raum. It is only fitting that Matianak should find her perch in this devious place.

His arrival is instead met with that infuriating smile as he moves around to sit beside her and then begins her word games. It was nothing unusual and was somewhat relaxing. There were very few he could play his word games with that were adept in meanings and subterfuge as Matianak was. How frustrating it was to waste his brilliance on others who could barely see the world past their own paws.

A wide grin filled with teeth but little humor is given to her words, a darkness flashing across his charcoal and silver eyes. "Not for lack of desire. I am no fool, however, to invite a fight of one against an army. When I exact my price, sister, I will meet them head for head but with more viciousness than they can inspire." A dark promise resides in his words. A violence that makes his claws dig into the soft loam beneath them even as his cowlick rises to give him a severe and wicked look.

Matianak presses and teases, as is her way, but his patience is not so great as hers in these moments and he snaps his teeth together in displeasure with a low growl. Still, there is a thoughtfulness on his face as he sorts through her words with a moment of quiet. Obviously she was targeting him with information and he sifts through it: the plains he already knows, Eden was not so complicated as he might think, but what was this about pups? Yet his mind catches on his adversary and a true snarl bubbles up from his lips as only Arturio could inspire. "A bastard with a death wish. He has stuck his nose in one too many of my dealings." He threatens but they both know it wasn't like he could do anything about it just yet.

"What do you know of him that I do not, sister?" His voice is slightly more conciliatory now as he settles back a bit, his anger having taken over for a moment and eyes settling on her sloped visage.

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