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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When the itch to wander came, the young woman didn't fight it much. The lands of Spirane, and even of Moladion, were no match for what she perceived to be outside of its borders. But Dagon had found the world outside to be not terribly different from what one would see here--she supposed her expectations had been too high. She'd been expecting towering mountains and deep oceans, strange creatures who looked like nothing she'd ever seen, and wolves who lived so differently they might as well have been aliens. Life outside Moladion, however, seemed to follow the same path as it did inside--dull and humdrum for the grand majority with a few incidents of strangeness peppered throughout. Not nearly enough to satiate her appetite for such things, not nearly enough at all.

Dagon wasn't sure what had brought it about, her desire to investigate the extramundane, the supernaturality of the world that surrounded her, and foolishly she had thought that lied outside of her birthplace. She had left a lot behind, things that she could not have been sure would still be waiting for her. The girl was a bit bitter that she'd wasted so much time on a fool's errand, but the past could not be changed. There was strangeness here, plenty-- if she searched for it. There must be. If it did not lie solely outside of Moladion, then it must be everywhere... in the air, the water, the trees. Pervasive and grasping. 'Behind the veil,' as she'd heard from someone in the far north. She'd told him what she was searching for and he had laughed, as if it was ridiculous to seek out something that most avoided...

She supposed it wasn't too reprehensible to appear to others as being a bit off in the head, as long as she knew that she wasn't. There were those out there who didn't turn away at the thought of such a veil, those who believed in things they could not see. It brought a tingle up her spine. For who, truly, could say definitively what existed and what did not? No burden of proof was assigned when it comes to matters of the unexplained, for you simply had to experience such an instance of such things yourself. Another wolf had excitedly told her about a day where the sun was blacked out by a disc in the sky that brought the darkness of night in the middle of the day. She'd seen them herself, the will-o'-wisps in the bogs, their strange light leading her to a place she could not find...

Now, however, she had returned. Dagon was unsure of what to expect. She could see the mountains of her old home in the distance, and her heart panged at the thought of her family. Had they missed her, she wondered? In their own way, perhaps. For now, the young woman supposed she would slowly make her way there... she began to pick her way slowly across the crags, exhaustion beginning to creep into her bones now that a respite was in sight.


two - magnus x viora - spirane


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