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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come rain on my parade

Beltane had heard the call and the commotion - a festival they said and Avery had been proud to announce that all in Iromar were welcome to attend. Invited, she had said, could volunteer if they wished. But what of Beltane? She understood her place, after all, as a former-follower of the Darkbringer, her intentions no clearer than mud to others who did not know her. And so, she did not find it pertinent to attend lest she cast any suspicions over Iromar or their new leader. It did not bother her, of course. There was always something else to do, other voices to listen to, other ears to speak into. The fact that many of Moladion's wolves gathered in the forests made her time alone all the more valuable for she heard no other voices besides those that whispered into her deadened ear. There was comfort in being utterly alone, after all.

The Crags had always been a place of intrigue; the way the stone buckled and twisted into itself, the deep caverns that crept down into the earth...ah, how could she deny it? Since the night the moon had turned red, she had felt different and now, she wondered if she might find the answer to why somewhere closer to earth.

And so with the click-clack of dark nails, she hobbled along the upper ledges of the crags in her usual posture: one ear back, one ear forward, her eyes drifting like petals from one place to another, never tired enough to rest on any one thing. It was only when the sight of another wolf caught her attention that they seemed to focus on reality, her paws immediately stopping - mid-stride and all - as her head jerked to a tilt. Beltane was above, ever so slightly, and suddenly beside the other before she knew it, their rocky paths twisting together further along the crags. Where was the young wolf going? "I see searching," she uttered half to herself before her limbs suddenly relaxed so that she stood proper rather than mid-step. "Oh, young stranger. Are you searching for the festival? Mmm, they did indeed call from the north, they did." She seemed so tired though. Beltane had to wonder why. Which pack was so far away from the woods that a wolf would be so weary? And so, that low mmm of thought rose in her throat, her head tilted then to the opposite side as her eyes narrowed.

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